Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,42

until I got my feet back under me.

“Have I told you how much I love you and how pretty you are?” Lane asked drunkenly, stroking my face messily.

I was only faintly aware of Landry’s arm now stroking the skin peeking out from under my black fringed halter top. “She is really pretty, isn’t she, Laney girl,” Landry agreed as his fingers dipped under the bottom of my tank.

More shots arrived at the table. “From those guys over there,” the waitress said, pointing to Landry’s team.

“I can’t do anymore,” I groaned.

“One more. One more. One more,” Lane chanted.

“One more,” I agreed as I chugged another glass of water for good measure before taking the shot.

“Did this come right from the bar?” I asked the waitress suddenly, a weird itch sliding up my spine.

“Brought them here myself,” she said before hustling away.

Landry handed me one of the shots. “To Lane,” he announced.

“To Lane!” our group shouted as we threw back the shots.

Lane was dancing a hairsbreadth away from me, a blond hottie from the hockey team practically humping her from behind. Landry was behind me, his hands stroking across my stomach as he moved to the greatest song I’d ever heard. His arms had me caged against his body, and I wasn’t complaining. Warmth spun across my skin as he pressed against me, two strong hands gliding over me.

I’d taken that last shot, and it must have done the trick, because I’d never felt better in my entire life. I was lost to the sensations, blissed out beyond measure. I felt Landry’s hard length behind me, and nothing had ever felt so good. The room was spinning around me, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights that echoed the beat of the song.

My hands slid up his neck, into his gorgeous russet-colored hair. My whole body throbbed with need. The chemistry between Landry and I felt otherworldly, and I wanted him so fucking bad.

Landry trailed his lips along my jaw, and I moaned at the sensation. “Want to get out of here, sweetheart?”

“Mmmh,” I moaned, my eyes half-lidded as I pushed to get closer to him.

I groaned when he stopped moving and began to walk me off the dance floor. I stumbled, almost falling, and he scooped me up in his arms and carried me the rest of the way.

“You feel so good,” I whispered throatily as he dragged his lips along my skin while he began to walk us somewhere.

There was a gnawing pressure in the back of my mind, like I was supposed to be remembering something, but I just couldn’t reach it.

Crisp air rushed across my face, and the cool air felt like heaven against my overheated body.

“Landry,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his hand. He shivered beneath my touch. His skin was so soft. How did he get it so soft? I just wanted to rub myself against it, over and over again.

“You can rub yourself on me as much as you want, forever in fact, sweetheart,” he growled.

I giggled. I must have said that out loud.

“Yes, you did,” he said in an amused voice.

He shifted my weight, and I was faintly aware of his car door opening again. And then that gnawing sensation that I was forgetting something important hit me again.

I was laid down on something smooth and soft, and I rubbed against it, mumbling softly to myself about how tired I was.

“You’re not going to sleep yet, Everly. I’ve got plans for you,” said Landry as an engine rumbled to life around me.

“So tired,” I responded, stroking the seat idly beneath my fingertips, trying to trace how I got here. I hadn’t been that drunk, right? I’d had one, three, five shots?

The whole night was blurring together so much, but this cushion was so soft.

Just like Landry’s skin as he massaged down my back, grabbing my ass and making me moan and grind into the cushion.

My body was on fire. I was on fire. I needed water.

“I need water.”

“Soon, sweetheart.” Landry’s voice drifted to me.

The lull of the engine began to soothe me to sleep, until Landry slapped my ass, making me yelp in surprise.

“Stay awake, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. I hated when he called me that. Someone else called me something better. What was that again?

Little angel.

That’s right.

Jackson. I wished Jackson was here.

Landry’s hands felt so good though.

I heard a low growl, and then the vehicle we were in came to a sudden stop.

I didn’t have a seatbelt on, and I flew forward off the front bench of