My inner muscles tighten around his cock in a gratifying hug, and I cry out his name, louder this time.
No sooner have the words tumbled from my mouth, than Landon releases an equally loud groan, animalistic in sound. “Fuuuuck.”
I watch with blurry-eyed satisfaction as his orgasm powers through him. I did this to him.Me.
Once he’s regained awareness and disposed of the condom, he climbs under the covers and pulls me to him. I rest my head against his chest. He runs his hand up and down my arm.
“That was nice,” I say on a drowsy sigh.
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Most definitely. I can’t remember the last time I had sex like that. Correction, I can’t remember if I’veeverhad sex like that. If I knew sex with a fake boyfriend was all it took, I would have found one a long time ago.” I grin at him, expecting him to laugh.
But he’s not laughing. He’s frowning.
Okay, definitely not what I was expecting.
“You’veneverhad sex like that?”
I brush my hand across his stomach. “Not everyone is great at it like you are, Landon.”
He keeps frowning as if the idea of all the women in the world not experiencing orgasms like he gave me has greatly affronted him.
Maybe if he’s really that concerned, he can create an online course to help men figure out how to please a woman. He’d probably make a fortune from it.
And then he wouldn’t have to put his life at risk like he does now with his job.
My stomach does a not-so-impressive flip that ends in a belly flop at the thought. I have no idea why.
“How many boyfriends have you had?” he asks.
My hand moves up, and I absentmindedly draw circles and squiggles on his chest. It hadn’t been on my agenda to admit to my romantic failures, but maybe the mind-blowing sex short-circuited my brain, because the next thing I know, I’m saying, “Just two. There was one in college, but he dumped me a week before graduation due to a job offer in another state.
“Two years later, I met my first and only serious boyfriend. But like my stepfather and biological father, he decided he didn’t want to be part of my life. A few days after he told me he loved me, he sent me a text to recant all that and tell me he was through with me.”
All right, not his exact words, but the sentiment was the same.
It certainly felt that way at the time.
Landon stiffens under me. “Was your relationship with your father and stepfather close prior to both men leaving your mother?”
“I thought so at the time, but I guess not. For all I know, they now have new families, with several kids and dogs and maybe a cat or two. All those things I wanted growing up, but never really got, other than Nikolai, who was the closest I ever came to having a sibling.”
Landon’s heartbeat picks up speed under my head. Not a whole lot, but enough for me to notice. “You and Nikolai were close?”
I nod. “Very much so. He used to have a brother and sister, but they were older and thought we were annoying little brats.” I laugh softly. “They were probably right.” I shift position, so I’m lying on my side, my head propped up with my bent arm. “We liked playing practical jokes on them. They didn’t appreciate it.”
“What kind of jokes?”
“Mostly silly, immature ones, but at the time, we thought we were geniuses. My aunt had a different opinion about the genius part. Especially after Nikolai and I glued his sister’s science project shut so she couldn’t open it.”
Landon laughs. “You really did that?”
“Not our finest moment, I’ll admit. She’d spent hours on the trifold display, so naturally, she wasn’t too impressed with what we did.” Understatement of the year. “Nikolai and I clearly hadn’t thought things through. Because his sister wasn’t above getting us back. We had to redo her project for her, which ended up looking better than anything she’d created. But that wasn’t enough for her to not get her revenge.”
“What did she do?”
“She took my favorite doll and soaked her in blue ink. The doll looked like a human Smurf after that. Nadia then painted Nikolai’s favorite Star Wars spaceship bright pink.”
