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  LANDON’S OBSESSION

  Series Three of an Endless Novel

  Published by:

  Sara Hess

  Copyright©2015, Sara Hess

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  PART ONE

  LANDON

  “Dude, you need to get your ass over to Tommy’s ASAP. There are shit loads of hot woman in the tiniest bikini’s you’ve ever seen, and they are ready and willing.”

  I shook my head at Todd’s report. Unfortunately, we were communicating via cell phones so Todd wasn’t able to see said head shake. “How is that different than yesterday?” Tommy was having one of his three day parties and there were always a shit load of girls in strings there. “I can’t believe you guys are up and about after last night. I’m just waking up.” I yawned, giving testimony to that detail.

  Todd barked out a laugh. “Shit dude, it’s nearly noon, and where are you waking up at? I saw several girls hanging off you last night.”

  I guided my black Ford Mustang through the streets of Richmond, Virginia because I was in fact coming from some chick’s house. She’d invited me back to her house, or rather her parent’s pool house, for a couple hours of sweaty, down and dirty sex…her words, not mine. I hadn’t been too drunk to drive so I’d taken her up on her offer, and it hadn’t been too bad, but hell, one chick was pretty much the same as another, and sexual release was sexual release.

  After the first fuck she’d convinced me to stay for further drinks while she’d danced some stripper moves in an effort to work me up for a second round. Three drinks and twenty minutes later she’d finally accomplished her mission; riding me like a cowgirl in the lounge chaise I’d been sitting in while watching her.

  She had worn out her welcome on me after that and I’d been a step out the door when she’d presented the idea of a second girl. I was bored enough to be sufficiently interested in checking out this second girl. I’d had two girls before, but not often enough that it was old. By the time the second girl had gotten there I was smashed and they’d had to do some serious girl on girl action to work me up again.

  Normally I wouldn’t have stayed the night at a chick’s house but I’d been too drunk and exhausted to skip out afterwards. Thankfully, both girls had still been sleeping on the bed when I’d woken up on the chaise this morning and I was able to get out of there without waking them. The one girl had been too dogged in wanting me to stay that I knew she’d be a problem.

  Some girls were fine with casual, usually those who didn’t know who I was, but those who did tried to latch on to me like a sucker fish in a tank coated with algae.

  “If I described the girl to you would that really clear it up for you?” I asked.

  That got me another bark of laughter from Todd. “Probably not. Did you even remember her name this morning?”

  I hadn’t concerned myself with remembering her name last night. “I remember that she’s a sophomore in college.”

  “Fuck man. How do you get these college females when you’re not even in college yet? Do you remember which college?” He asked, humor dripping through the phone.

  “Uh…no.” I wasn’t bothered by his humor, or my bad memory. Actually, it wasn’t that my memory was bad; it was just that I hadn’t cared. We’d hooked up for one purpose, the insignificant shit-chat before hand was inconsequential but something they seemed to think was obligatory. “And Todd, we may not have gone to college, but we are considered college freshmen as of two weeks ago when we graduated high school.”

  Todd whooped. “Damn, you’re right. This is the summer of fucking fun. Now get your ass over here so you can line up your next conquest.”

  I chuckled. “You’re going to have to give me at least an hour for the three S’s and some grub. It’s not like anyone is going anywhere. You assholes are going to be there all damn day and night.”

  “True that.” Todd yelled in agreement. He sounded like he was already on his way to getting shitfaced and it was only noon.

  But what he said was true; we’d graduated high school and this was the summer of fucking fun.

  Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the entrance to my family’s property, and the security guard opened the gate when he saw that it was me. Our house was in one of the most elite sections of the city where only the richest of the rich lived. The house was a Spanish architectural, thirty-five thousand square foot monstrosity that sat on ten acres. It had any amenity you could want; pool, hot tub, sauna, pool house, tennis courts, half size basketball court, even a three hole golf course.

  Shit, the house was priced at around eleven million, but when your dad owned shares in an oil company, as well as several other companies, and also owned an energy company right here in Virginia, you basically had money pouring out your ears.

  I parked my car in the driveway outside the front door rather than the garage because I wasn’t going to be staying long. Punching in the code to get into the house—no keys for this abode, everything was punch a number—I strode inside and headed for the kitchen.

  I needed to eat.

  Before I even stepped into the kitchen I smelled whatever Rita had cooking up in her crock-pot. Rita was the all day help, our head housekeeper, and six days a week she always had something simmering in that crock-pot for whoever wanted to grab something quick and delicious. Today it smelled like her shrimp gumbo. My dad, my brother, and I would dip into the pot whenever we had the chance. My mother was the only one who passed on it. She said the calories in those dishes were too high for her.

  Stepping up to the pot and lifting the lid I inhaled deeply…Damn, was my mom missing out.

  Spooning some into a bowl I scarfed it down in minutes, along with some of her home-made bread and a glass of water. After I was finished I set the empty bowl in the sink and headed for my bedroom. Walking through the house I could tell no one was home by how quiet it was…not that my parent’s were anywhere near boisterous…but then I didn’t expect anyone to be home anyway. It was a Wednesday and my father would be at work. My mother could be anywhere; she kept herself pretty busy with various activities. My older brother wasn’t even in the States, he was vacationing somewhere over in Europe.

  However, as I got closer to my bedroom I could hear noise coming from inside, a vacuum. Rita must be in there cleaning. When I stepped through the door though it wasn’t Rita I saw driving the vacuum. This person was way younger…and fucking hot.

  We’d never had anyone this young working in the house before.

  She had long black hair that was pulled up in a ponytail, caramel skin, and her face…shit, she was like a young Holly Berry and Beyonce mixed together that formed something even better. She looked to be half African American and half white. I’d never hooked up with someone of her ethnicity before but that was only because it had never been offered up to me.

  Except now here it was being offered up to me, right in my bedroom, and my dick started to swell at the possible opportunity.

  As I stood there drooling over her she appeared to not have noticed my presence yet, focused on her vacuuming, or maybe it was because she had ear buds in.

  I frowned suddenly as my exam of her continued. Hell, this girl was really fresh faced and petite; no make-up
, maybe five-three in height, and weighing no more than a buck five. Was she even old enough to be in my x-rated thoughts?

  She had on somewhat form fitting black slacks and a plain white t-shirt that displayed a possible b-cup and firm ass. The girl was definitely in her upper teens, but now that I was eighteen seventeen and under was off limits to me. Even before I turned eighteen I didn’t like to dip into the under sixteen pool; most of them were too emotionally charged and needy.

  My frown deepened. Since my first foray into sex I’d come a long way and I could for the most part look at a female and know if she was an uncomplicated fuck or a relationship girl. And this girl in front of me, if she was old enough, was leaning heavily toward the relationship end of the scale.

  Just then she did an exceptionally sexy as hell move with her hips that had my cock pushing uncomfortably in my shorts. Damn, she was hot. Maybe she’d want to branch out and get a rich guy fuck in under her belt. Many a girl before her had gone that path with me. It was something for them to brag about, now and later in life: ‘Landon McKay fucked my brains out’. A few of them had probably put it on a t-shirt.

  The girl did another shimmy with her tight little ass and I had to reach down to adjust myself. My movement must have caught her attention because she turned to look right at me.

  Fuck! I had only been getting partial glimpses of her face, but full frontal was a punch to the solar plexus. Her eyes appeared nearly black and were fringed with thick dark curly lashes, she had a straight nose that was petite like she was, and her mouth was lush and had that bee-stung quality that every guy would love to see wrapped around his dick.

  She was literally perfection.

  And she was looking at me like I was Jack the Ripper…or like my dick was hanging out. But no, it wasn’t hanging out because my hand was still on it from when I’d been adjusting it, and it was positively in my pants. Nothing pervy about standing in my doorway watching her while holding my junk.

  I snatched my hand off my slightly prominent package and jammed it in my sandy blonde hair feeling more flustered than I’d been in a long time. Normally it took a lot to discomfit me, but she just looked so young…and innocent. Not that I cared about that shit. She was female and on her way to mercenary.

  “Hey, I need to take a shower.” I yelled so I could be heard over the vacuum. She continued to stare at me looking slightly stunned. I pointed to my bathroom and repeated. “I need to take a shower.”

  Blinking, she seemed to wake up out of her alarm and her tan creamy skin reddened. Fumbling with the vacuum she turned it off and then after jerking the ear buds from her ears she began rolling up the cord hurriedly giving me sideway glances of apprehension.

  Surprisingly, her embarrassment and anxiety made me feel almost shitty. Generally, I didn’t care if I behaved in an asshol’ish way, in fact I liked to stretch the boundaries on the asshole scale, but it wasn’t sitting well with me at the moment.

  “Sorry if I scared you.” I gave her one of my trademark smiles that I only used on special occasions. There was always the possibility she was old enough and into casual, and I didn’t want to ruin my chances.

  She was finished rolling up the cord and straightening she cocked her head and stared at me. Her gaze sustained its trepidation, but there was also curiosity, and she still hadn’t spoken.

  “Cat got your tongue? You can talk, can’t you?” I asked with a smirk.

  Her head tilted the other way and her eyes narrowed. “Ningŭn gato aqui.”

  My brows shot up in astonishment, and unexpected disappointment, and then I let out a mocking laugh. “Seriously!” I’d taken my required foreign language in high school, but that had been French, not Spanish. We vacationed more over seas than we did down south. “We’ve moved to hiring immigrants now. My mother can lean slightly toward the elitist side, but this seems to be a bit fucking excessive on her part.”

  The girl stared for two seconds further before moving toward me pushing the vacuum in front of her and pattering some Spanish again. “Ir a tomar su ducha. Ya he terminado.”

  I identified my disappointment; it would be way too difficult to hook up with someone when you couldn’t understand what the other was saying. Not that I cared what they had to say, but there had to at least be some dialogue.

  Life and its little jokes. I mumbled this in French just to be random. “Vie et ses petites blagues.”

  She shot me a look of surprise as if she understood me. I knew that some foreign words were similar to others so it was more likely that she’d just recognize something of what I said. I moved out of her way as she moved past me out the door and up close she was even more stunning; smooth, clear skin, large dark eyes, glossy hair, and she smelled great, like vanilla and coconut.

  My body clenched in an arousal that I’d never felt before from just standing in the presence of a female. I took another step away at the shock of it and the next second she was out the door and hurrying down the hall.

  Shit! That was weird.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  I swam awake gradually, slightly hung-over, in one of Tommy’s ten spare bedrooms. His three day bash had ended last night and I’d ended up crashing here for the last two nights. Tommy was one of my teammates on the lacrosse team so I’d been over to his house countless times, and crashed here nearly as many. He’d had many a party throughout our high school years. He’d made it so the rest of us didn’t have to bother generating one.

  Movement next to me had me glancing over to find that some chick was in the bed with me. I frowned; I was pretty damn sure I’d gone to bed alone last night, even locking the door behind me. There definitely shouldn’t someone in the bed with me this morning, and I didn’t like the idea of some chick sneaking in here when I’d locked the door behind me. I mean, get a fucking clue.

  The girl turned over, facing me, and I groaned at who it was. Fucking, Crissy Lake! Her eyes were opening and she went from deep sleep to sex siren in two seconds flat.

  “Hey, baby. Good morning.” She drawled croakily.

  “What the hell are you doing in here? The fucking door was locked.” I growled angrily.

  There was a flicker in her pale blue eyes at my anger but her siren expression remained. I had no doubt she learned it from the cradle. She leaned up on her elbow and the sheet dropped to her waist revealing naked breasts. My morning wood automatically swelled further. I was eighteen and breasts were breasts, and I wasn’t too picky about what size they came in as long as there was something there. And Crissy had a generous full c-cup.

  However, my anger was overriding any desire for her this morning.

  She laid her hand on my chest and purred. “We’ve never had morning sex before and I thought you might like to start the day off with a bang.”

  Crissy and I were the same age, had gone to the same high school, as well as the same country club. She had long blonde hair, was expensively attractive, and stacked. We had hooked up routinely at parties when it was convenient, and when there was no one else there available. She knew the score…at least I thought she did. This sneaking into my room was saying something else entirely.

  “I like sleeping alone,” I snarled. “And I’m pretty sure I’ve told you that numerous fucking times before.”

  I made a move to leave the bed but Crissy’s hand had been traveling down my abdomen, not at all put out it seemed by my anger, to latch onto my hard cock. I froze in my departure because she held one of my most beloved parts, rather firmly, and I didn’t want her hanging on as I tried pulling away.

  That would not be a pleasant feeling.

  “Auh, come on, Landon. From what I’ve heard you’ve never had morning sex, because you never stick around long enough to experience it. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” She moved to straddle me.

  “Don’t.” I bit out crossly, pissed off that she wasn’t listening to me.

  Her eyes flickered again with doubt, but again, her expression remained sultry, and she began stroking
me. Of course my dick liked that. It didn’t care that I was furious. In fact, the emotion was only stimulating me more.

  “Are you sure?” She asked with a sly grin.

  Okay. She wanted to play this out, then we’d play it out. She wasn’t going to like it though. I relaxed back, putting my hands behind my head, eyes hard. “Grab a condom out of my shorts.”

  She smiled triumphantly and leaned over the bed, her ass in the air, to grab my shorts. Opening the packet she smoothed the latex over me. “I love your cock. You are both well endowed and know how to use it.” She moved forward and slowly slid down my length, moaning loudly.

  I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth, making certain no sound passed my lips. Sure, it felt good, like any pussy would feel, but I was still pissed as hell.

  She stopped when I was all the way in, sitting there, looking down at me with that calculating smile. She thought she was the one in control, but she didn’t know shit. I knew in the back of her mind that she’d always had this plan; that she would be the one to capture me, snag the great Landon McKay and his billions, but she’d just been deluding herself…like many others.

  Greedy fucking bitches.

  “Are you going to move, or what? I’ve got things to do.” I asked in a bored voice.

  Both her eyes and face twitched with doubt this time, but she must have become desensitized to my temper because she began to move; up and down, rocking and twisting. She was giving it her all and my cock did appreciate it, even as I let my mind wander.

  The thoughts my mind drifted to were those times I’d left the party to go home because I’d needed to get some peace and quiet from all the ruckus of the party. Three straight days of partying could tax the best of anyone’s stamina and enthusiasm.

  Thursday I’d gone back home around ten A.M. for another shower and change of clothes. That new little maid hadn’t been in my room this time, so I’d taken my shower quickly and then planned to rest for a little while. However, I’d been unable to settle my mind for some reason and ended up roaming the house until I’d come across the sweet piece in the East morning room, dusting, ear bud’s on again.