One & Only

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Warning: (Kinda) Sexual content

The engine in Landon's blue pickup truck roars as he turns the key in the ignition. I'm so ready to leave. God fucking damn it Luke Hemmings. I was doing perfectly fine until he showed up tonight and reopened old wounds. I had moved on to a nice southern boy, who I could see myself marrying and having cute southern babies with. I was accepted to the most prestigious veterinary school in the country. I even scored myself an internship with a major veterinary hospital in Sydney. Everything in my life was finally back on track, until the blue eyed devil showed up at my door. Well technically, he had opened the door.

I feel a large hand place itself on my thigh, warmth immediately absorbing into my skin. I look up at Landon, wearing his dorky cowboy hat, staring intently at the dark road in front of us. The streetlight shimmers onto his face, illuminating his sharp jaw line and turquoise eyes. His bulky biceps barely fit under the sleeve of his fitted white t-shirt. The jacket he had been wearing earlier was now slung over my petite shoulders, simply because he didn't want me to get cold. My heart sinks. I'm a horrible girlfriend. Scratch that - a horrible human being. I kissed Luke. It didn't mean anything though, doesn't that count for something? I love Landon. ...Don't I? Still keeping one hand on the wheel, one on my leg, Landon's eyes are focused on the road ahead of us. I want to love Landon. I need to love Landon. I can't keep getting yanked around by Luke, waiting to run back to him after every time he fucks up.

A lightbulb switches on in my head.

Oh so you're questioning your feelings for your boyfriend? Don't know if you looove him or not? I ask myself. Just wait until you do this. Then your feelings will be pretty damn clear. Go on, do it. I dare you.

"Babe, pull the car over." I turn my face to Landon, who then briefly glances to me.

"Scar, you serious? We're on some random back road at 10 pm and you want me to pull over?" He says with a chuckle.

"Mhmmmm..." I say seductively as I unbuckle my seat belt, leaning over my seat. My hand travels down to his belt, which I swiftly unbuckle. I slowly begin to massage his bulge, which is growing bigger by the second. "Come on ... you know you want to..." I whisper before biting my lip. Suddenly, Landon speeds the car up and parks on a dirt patch next to the road. He unbuckles his seatbelt, then hops out of the car and runs towards my side. After opening my door, I slide off the leather seat into his warm body, his strong arms throwing themselves around me as I wrap my legs around his torso. His warm lips crash into mine as he walks around the truck and places me on top of the wall surrounding the truck bed. I slide off into the truck bed, followed by Landon, where a fleece blanket lay balled up in a corner. I spread the fleece blanket across the cold, metal bed before turning around to see my shirtless boyfriend eyeing me up and down. He crawls over to me on his knees, then takes me into his lap and resumes kissing me. He lifts my navy dress above my head, leaving me in my bra and panties. His warm hands softly stroke my arms, as he leaves gentle trails of kisses all over my body. My neck, my collarbone, my breasts. He places his lips to mine again as he snakes his hand around my back, unclipping my bra. A warm sensation spreads throughout my left breast as he takes it in his hand and squeezes gently. His lips move to my neck as I feel him drag his hand down my chest, to my stomach, and all the way to the tip of my panties. He teases me, stroking my skin through the thin fabric. "Please..." I gasp. Suddenly, I think of Luke. If he hadn't left for tour when he did, this would be us right now. Not Landon. I wasn't supposed to meet someone else. It was supposed to be me and Luke forever. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be fucking a country boy in the back of a pick up truck.

Damn it Scarlet, snap out of it.

You love Landon. Not Luke. Landon. My panties are gone by the time I stop thinking about Luke, I don't even remember him taking them off. His jeans are slung over the side of the truck bed and his boxers are halfway down his legs. As he gets positioned on top of me, I stop him. "Wait." I place a hand on his chest, flipping him over so his back is on the blanket. "I wanna be on top tonight."

After a few steamy minutes pass by, our sweaty bodies collapse next to each other on the thin, fleece blanket. But, I have a confession to make.

I thought about Luke the entire time.

Get the fuck out of my head, Luke Hemmings.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi guys! So the guy in the gif at the top is Garrett Hedlund in the movie Country Strong, which is where I got my inspiration for Landon :-)

One hot piece of ass if I do say so myself

ALSO: I added pictures/gifs to all my previous chapters, so go check that out!

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