I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, that there was a path we were all supposed to be on and the choices we made led us to those paths. My path led me to work on the Johnson farm in Texas, where I met Landon, the owner’s son. He worked there during the day and raced cars for fun at night. He was a bad boy with a reputation that exceeded my own. The guy all the girls wanted to change, the one that hooked up with random girls because he didn’t do relationships. He was exactly the kind of guy I wanted to stay away from, but there was something about him. It wasn’t just his looks, although they didn’t go unnoticed. There were layers I wanted to peel back and reveal. I wanted to know the real Landon Johnson. All the choices I made led me to him and he would change my life forever.
J.M. La Rocca was born in Chicago, IL. At an early age, her family relocated to lower Alabama where she began her love for writing. She currently resides in Pensacola, FL with her husband and twin sons. As a stay at home mom, La Rocca was able to pursue her love for writing. It was always an unrealized dream to write her own book. With the encouragement of her mother, La Rocca began to set to paper her ideas for her first book.
Landon arrived at the house ten minutes late. I heard him pull up and was about to hop off the couch and run out to meet him, but I held myself back. He could come to the door and get me. That’s what gentlemen were supposed to do, right?
I was anxious as I waited, but thankfully I didn’t have to wait long. A few moments later, I heard a knock on the door. Quickly getting up from the couch, I made my way to the door and opened it up. Landon smiled at me as soon as he saw me, but I gave him no time to speak. I knew we were running late, but I pulled him inside. He had a stunned look on his face, but laughed as I shut the door, until I reached up and captured his lips.
I had seen him the day before, but it had felt like forever since I’d kissed his lips. Something changed between us after our conversation and it only fueled my desire for him more. The intensity of the kiss was unlike anything I’d felt before. I knew he felt the need to be closer just like I did. Pulling away from me, he turned me and pushed me up against the door, firmly pressing his lips against mine. I opened up to him again and explored his mouth. But this wasn’t some soft kiss. This was a bruising kiss with sucking and biting. His hands roamed all over my body and ended up pulling at my nipples over my shirt. The heat level skyrocketed out of control.
Grabbing my butt, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he pushed me back up against the door. He trailed kisses down my neck and I moaned in approval as I ran my hands through his hair. I had my head tilted back with my eyes closed, as his kisses got lower.
I felt like I was going to combust.
He kissed the curve of my breast and I squeezed my legs around his waist causing him to groan. Looking down at him, I could see the primal lust in his eyes as his lips captured mine once again. His hand trailed up my waist, over my breast to the top of my sparkly tank top. Then without warning, he hooked his first two fingers into my top and pulled it down along with my bra, revealing my breast and my hardened nipple. He pulled back from the kiss and immediately went for it, causing me to buck and grind myself on him. He sucked and nibbled, before pulling down the other side to give the other one the same attention. He could have ripped the thing off and I wouldn’t have cared at that moment; I was so wound up.
Grabbing his head, I pulled him back and captured his lips again. Cursing the jeans shorts I chose over the skirt I was going to wear. Then a phone started ringing. We ignored it and continued with our need to touch. His hand had just gripped the hem of my shirt, when a phone started ringing again, bringing me out of my lustful haze.
We looked at each other, breathing heavily, as it continued to ring. “Holy shit,” I mumbled through my ragged breath.
He leaned his forehead against mine as he fixed my bra and shirt, and then he gently set me down. “You can say that again,” he breathed heavily, giving a short laugh. “I definitely wasn’t expecting that.”
I laughed shaking my head. “I bet that’s someone trying to figure out where we are.” I looked over at the clock and sure enough, ten minutes had past. “We are definitely running late now.”
Tilting my chin up with a finger, he smirked down at me. “You can make me late anytime. Especially if you answer the door like that.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips before he pulled back and dug his phone out of his pocket.