Only With You (Knights #2)

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JULIANNA

I look outside my window. The only thing around us is trees upon trees and the narrow two-way row.

“Hey.” Landon’s deep voice draws my focus to him. “Why don’t I drop you off, and I’ll come back and wait for the tow truck?”

It’s crazy to believe how far we’ve come. Landon, of all people, willingly left his friends to help me out. He could have easily told me to call a tow truck, but he didn’t.

With no hesitation, Landon came and took care of it all.

“No, that’s all right. I’ll be okay.”

He gives me a look. “You don’t always have to put up a front. I can drop you off. I really don’t mind.”

“I’m not putting up a front…” I trail off when he bears an unimpressed look. “So maybe I am, but it’s not a big deal. It’s just a little lie. Don’t act like you never have before.”

He averts his gaze away. “Only if absolutely necessary.”

I pivot my body to face him and the leather seat squeaks with the movement. “Now you must confess your sin to me.”

His black brows cinch. “I must?”

“Yeah, what did you lie about?” I shouldn’t be intrigued because everyone lies, but Landon is the most blunt person I’ve ever met in my life.

He considers it for a moment and dryly chuckles. “That I slept with Polly.”

His admittance shocks me. “Polly? As in your best friend, my roommate Polly? Why would you have to do that?”

Landon drags his fingers through his thick hair. God, he really does have nice hair. “In high school, she dated Ashton, my stepbrother.” He doesn’t hide the scorn in his voice. “And no surprise, he cheated on her. I told her not to, but she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.” Mischief shines in his gaze. “I told her crying wasn’t worth it, but getting even was.”

Now I laugh, because that sounds like him. “Of course you’d say that. So what was the plan?”

“I told her to sleep over one night that he was out. The next morning, he found her leaving my room with my jumper on. The lie was not only worth watching the pathetic look on his face, but it helped Polly move on. So, it was a win-win for me,” he explains and sighs like he’s pleased with himself.

I grin. “Does he still believe you slept with her?”

“Yeah,” he proudly replies and stares off like he’s reminiscing but then drops his gaze to mine. “But that was only because it was necessary. Don’t ever feel like you need to lie or keep up a front, at least not with me. Be honest with me.”

“And you’ll be honest with me?”

“Always.” He stares at me like he’s making sure I understand he means it. And I know he does.

I rest the side of my head on the headrest, biting back a smile. “Okay…”

“Okay.”

It’s only one word, but it feels like it’s finalizing something, like our version of a pinky promise.

“So do you want me to drop you off?” he questions.

“No, I want to stay with you.”

His expression softens. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?”

I nod because I don’t doubt him. “I know.”

There’s a beat of silence, a comfortable one, but when he looks at me, his gaze singes me, and the atmosphere changes. It feels heavy and electric, and I know whatever he’s going to ask is going to make the already small space between us feel smaller and hotter.

“So, our tutoring contract,” he starts. “What do you want it to entail?”

Leave it to Landon to be open and straight to the point, but I’m not complaining.

I sit up and remove the hoodie because I’m hot. The heat is low, but still, it feels like it got warmer.

I swallow thickly. “Do you not want to give your input?”

He said he doesn’t want other guys touching me or me wearing their clothes, but I figured maybe he’d want to add more.

“No, I want whatever you want,” he states gravely, leaving no room for me to question him.

I struggle not to squeeze my thighs at the dull throb that comes out of nowhere. “So…you’ll be okay with just sleeping with me?”

“Julianna, you’re all that I think about. There’s no room left in my mind for anyone else. I’m more than okay with it.”

The matter-of-fact sound in his voice and intent look in his eyes doesn’t leave room for me to question or hesitate what Landon wants. I didn’t doubt him before, but now more than ever, I’m reassured and have never felt more wanted.

“How many times am I going to have to sleep with you to pay for tutoring?” My breath gets caught when he drapes his arm over the console, and his fingers caress my thigh. Goosebumps break out across it and slowly start to spread, along with a blaze that travels between my thighs and to my pebbled nipples.

He lazily drags his fingers along my thigh, gently tugging my stocking. “Once or twice a week, unless you’re on your period.”

I smirk. “How considerate of you.”

“I mean, I’m up for it. Blood doesn’t bother me, but I figured you wouldn’t want to since you never feel good when it comes.” His fingers inch higher until they’re grazing the hem of the blazer.

I’m surprised by his nonchalance to my period. Most guys get squeamish or don’t care to talk about it. But I’m more shocked he doesn’t care about sleeping with me if I’m on it.

“How do you know that?”

“You always look a little paler and carry a heating pad while you try to mask like it doesn’t hurt,” he explains and slips his fingers past the hem. I unashamedly scoot closer, spreading my legs a little farther apart. “And you only drink peppermint tea when it comes, because you found that it helps reduce your cramps and bloating.”

I don’t know if Landon does girlfriends, but I know the day he has one, she’ll be in the best hands. He’s not only insanely perceptive, but also thoughtful. She’ll be a lucky girl.

That makes me irrationally jealous, but I stamp the feeling away.

“Is once or twice a week okay with you?” he asks, interrupting my absurd thoughts as his fingers continue to inch up.

“What if something comes up and we can’t?”

“We’ll make up for it. Or you can send me more pictures.” Something wicked shines in his eyes and right when his fingers reach the apex of my thigh, I spread my legs wider in hopes he’ll touch me, but he doesn’t.

“Fucking tease.” I glower, shoving his hand away, and close my legs.

“Tease?” he repeats, snuffing a laugh. “Come here.”

“What?”

“I said, come here.” It’s low, throaty, and demanding, and when I don’t move, he grabs my wrist and yanks it. “Now.”

I still don’t move and I know what he’s asking, but I don’t see how it’ll work out. His car isn’t the most spacious and our legs will eat up the little room left.

“Julianna, now!” he rasps.

I don’t question him or how we’re going to make it work with the limited space. I climb over the console and straddle him. My head brushes the ceiling, my knee painfully digs in the seat belt holder, and my heels dig into my ass cheeks, but when I settle down and feel his hard erection press into my wet pussy, the slight discomfort diminishes.

He doesn’t waste time and takes the back of my neck, forcefully crashing my lips to his while the other snakes around my waist. He possessively and roughly sucks on my bottom lip before he shoves his tongue into my mouth and kisses me punishingly.

He sucks all of the air from my lungs and I greedily let him as I grind myself against his erection, enjoying the way the thick material of his jeans rubs my clit. I whimper into his mouth, wanting more, needing more, as I feel a pressure in the pit of my stomach.

But he stops like he knows I’m going to come, leaving me a panting mess.

I frustratedly groan, and I swear I see red as a smug shadow crosses his face.

“That’s teasing,” he says, like it’s a point he needed to prove. “But this”—he pushes me up slightly, brings his hands between my thighs, and rips my stocking in the middle—“isn’t.”

“Clothes are a hard limit,” I grit, dropping my gaze to where his hands still remain. “Don’t do that again.”

Landon takes a fistful of my hair and yanks on it hard as he shoves my wet thong to the side. “I’ll come back to you when I take orders from a bratty rich girl. Now, shut the fuck up and ride my hand.”

My lips part and I stare, stunned, because my clit has the nerve to needily pulse, and my body, holy shit, my body enjoyed the way that sounded. Embarrassingly, when I feel his large palm right below me, I circle my arms around his shoulders and ride it.

Someone could come. Hell, the tow truck guy could arrive at any moment, but I can’t bring myself to care. Something about being out in the open turns me on even more.

I bite my lip, suppressing my moans as I grind myself against him. Landon must know I’m holding back, because he tightens his hold on my hair until it becomes painful.

I hiss, but when the heel of his palm grazes my clit, the pain fades away and my body buzzes with fervor.

“Just because I told you not to speak doesn’t mean you should withhold your moans from me. Let me hear what I do to your needy, slutty pussy.” He digs his heel into my clit to add pressure and thrusts the two fingers inside of me. My walls clamp around them and my body tenses in a way that almost has me seeing stars.

I don’t know what comes over me, but when he curls his fingers, I lose it, becoming a whimpering mess as I ride his hand desperately.

“So fucking good. Like that,” he gruffly praises, the tenor of his voice dropping extremely low. “Fuck my hand like that. Show me how badly you want to be fucked. Show me how much you want my cock in your pussy.”

A rush of heat shoots from the top of my spine straight to my core. I’m not sure if it’s his words, the images that play in my head, or both, but it encourages me to move faster and press my body closer to him.

The slick sound of my arousal on his hand and my desperate moans take over the car. It sounds and feels unreal how wet I am. I can feel it coat my thighs and cling to the inside of my stockings and thong.

Pleasurable mewls leave my lips as I feel the orgasm approaching. But they morph into breathless, lewd whimpers when Landon pulls me closer, nips my jaw, and descends to the pulse beneath it. He latches onto the side of my throat and sucks hard. He bites down. His warm tongue glides around my skin and then it all comes crashing hard.

My fingernails dig into his shoulder blades. I let out a loud cry and my body goes rigid as a forceful wave of ecstasy takes over. I arch my back, holding onto him as my stomach tightens and my clit pulses erratically.

It takes me a moment to gather myself, but when I finally do, I lose it. Landon’s hot breath fans the wet spot on my neck. He kisses the spot a few times, and when he’s done, he removes his fingers from inside me and raises them.

His entire hand glistens with my arousal and I swear just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, he draws his fingers into his mouth and hums appreciatively.

He pulls them out and licks his lips. “So fucking good.” Then drags his slick index finger down the column of my throat. “I own you. Say it.”

“You own me,” I hoarsely say and shudder at the wave of satisfaction that rolls over me.

He releases my hair and wraps his hand around my throat and forces me to look at him. “Such an obedient slut. I can’t wait to own every part of you.”

I don’t know why him calling me a slut feels so arousing. Like an aphrodisiac I didn’t know I needed. It not only scratches an itch I’ve desperately craved, but it brings my body to life.

And I get exactly what he means by every when he palms ass cheek and his fingers dig into it until I feel them brush close to my asshole.

I bite the inside of my cheek and sheepishly nod. I’ve never done anal, but I’m not opposed to it. I’m actually kind of intrigued and he must sense it, because his expression darkens.

“So eager…good.” He squeezes my throat and I lean into him as I bring my hands to the button of his jeans. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” I undo his button. “You’d be my first.”

I’ve never been with a guy without a condom, but I trust Landon.

He tips my head up for me to look at him and his molten eyes search mine. But I find myself staring in too deep because I think he’s staring at me…possessively? “I’m clean and you’d be my first, too.”

I like the sound of that too much, but I don’t linger on it as I hear the sound of his zipper being dragged down. I lift up as best as I can to let him pull his jeans and boxers down and when his cock springs free, my eyes bulge out in disbelief.

“Oh, hell no.” I blink one too many times, staring astonished at the size of his dick. I shouldn’t be thinking of other dicks, but I’ve never seen one this massive, this thick. And I know Landon’s tall as fuck, but this is insane. Jesus Christ.

He cockily smirks. “Not micro.”

“You’re going to break me.” I blanch.

“Yeah, most likely.”

I glare at him. “That’s not reassuring, Landon.”

“Well—fuck,” he grumbles and tucks himself back when bright lights illuminate behind us. “It’s the tow truck, but I swear I’m not done with you.” He cups my jaw and pulls me close, pressing a swift but tender kiss to my lips.

That renders me speechless and I think it does to him, too. We both stare at each other for a second before he clears his throat. “Stay in the car. I’ll go talk to him.”

I climb off his lap and sit on the passenger seat. “I need to grab my stuff.”

“Stay. I’ll grab it for you,” he says, and with one last glance, he steps out.