Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,75

until our breathing steadied.

And then he kissed me, long and slow.

Finally, he pulled back, his dick sliding out of me. He pulled my dress down over my ass, and then pulled his pants back up, butting them but not bothering with the belt. He caught my eye, caught the quirk in my lips.

“What?”

“When was the last time?” I asked.

“The last time what?”

I grinned. “The last time you pictured me when you were getting yourself off.”

His grin matched mine. “The day before yesterday.”

My grin widened. “Next time, let me watch.”

Chapter 4

Another night spent with Landon. It was starting to feel almost normal, sleeping close together, the scent of him, his body, the feel of his sheets and his blankets. I loved every second of it, even if Landon had been uneasy and restless during the night.

The funeral was the following day, and although Landon had said he didn’t wasn’t going to attend, I knew the second I saw the color of his slacks and tie that he was going. No one dressed in head-to-toe black for any other reason.

So without a discussion, I donned the second of the two outfits I’d purchased with Landon’s money, this one a simple black pencil skirt, crème silk blouse, and a black fitted blazer. I felt powerful in this outfit, like I could take on one of Landon’s board members in a debate.

Like I could take on Alexa herself.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed that feeling of power, that the funeral would not go smoothly.

Landon was somber. Silent. He moved about his room getting ready without looking at me, or speaking to me. That was probably his plan to survive the day—speak as little as possible. I knew he wouldn’t be giving the eulogy. I had to assume someone would, though I wasn’t sure who. A drinking buddy? A coworker?

Landon’s mom, perhaps?

I ran one of Landon’s combs through my hair, frowning at my lack of makeup. I didn’t usually wear much, but today, I needed it. I looked like I could pass for the walking dead.

Every time I’d started to fall asleep last night, Landon had tossed and turned, waking me up. Around 4:30, he finally got out of bed, quietly leaving the room. Which of course meant I definitely couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t leave him to fight his demons alone, while I lay in his enormous bed and watched the shadows give way to dawn.

So we’d sat at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee together. He didn’t really speak but occasionally reached over, rubbing my back in soft circles and staring into his mug.

No one had written a manual called What to do when an asshole dies and you’re sleeping with his son, who may or may not be tormented by the guy’s death.

Maybe I would have to write it once this was all over. I mean, it had a decent ring to it.

I slipped my feet into a pair of black bumps, and then I was ready. Ready to ignore the bags under my eyes, anyway. The funeral was another matter entirely.

Landon and I left his house, driving to the funeral home in an appropriately black Mercedes. Landon pulled up near the door, and as we climbed out, a red BMW glided into the lot.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Landon said, staring at the car.

“Someone you know?”

“You could say that. Let’s go inside. I don’t want to see her.”

Her? I wasn’t sure if I should hope it wasn’t Alexa… or hope that it was, because if it was a different “her,” I wasn’t sure what that would mean. Yet another ex appearing out of thin air?

I forced myself to stare forward, to follow him inside. A muted, somber organ tune drifted out into the entry.

Landon didn’t stop to talk to anyone. Didn’t exchange pleasantries or even so much as a smile. Instead, he led me to the front row of pews.

His father’s casket sat on the dais, an enormous arrangement of white lilies draped across the lower half.

The upper half was open, revealing his father’s ashen, wrinkled face. His hair was more grey than I’d expected, a lot thinner than it used to be. It had been years since I’d seen Mr. Hill, and somehow the one in my mind had never aged.

Landon stared down at his father, his expression dark.

“I’m here for Mom,” Landon muttered under his breath, “Not you. Never you.”

I knew I was the only one close enough to hear, but I couldn’t help but glance

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