Leland's Baby by Michelle Hart Page A

had—sometimes people just died.
     
    I wished I could take away all of Leland's pain and anguish. He didn't explain exactly what happened but I got the idea that one of the Rabid Dogs members was shot and killed. What were they doing? It didn't matter. My poor King.
     
    I held him close on the bathroom tiles for what seemed like hours. His whimpering slowly faded away and he blew his nose and cleaned up his face. Kiss me, dammit! I didn't want to force it. He might not be in the mood.
     
    Leland looked deep into my eyes. My heart beat quickened and the butterflies crashed around in my stomach. He leaned in and kissed me. Time froze as his tongue ran over my lips and into my mouth. I moaned against him as our heads moved side to side.
     
    My hands rested on his strong chest, the Rabid Dogs tattoo burning brightly. Leland bent my neck and nestled in my crook, showering me with kisses. He tugged at my baggy shirt that I suddenly felt embarrassed about for wearing. I didn't know an unbelievably sexy man was going to drop by. I thought it was just going to be a quiet night with Rachel.
     
    Leland pulled the shirt over my head and marveled at my big breasts in a lacy black bra. His fingers traced over my peaks, sending shivers down my spine. He kissed me again on the lips and moved his way down my neck and to my chest. I unhooked my bra and threw it across the bathroom. Steam from the hot shower was filling the room. Leland pinched my nipples until I cried out. He rubbed them between his fingers, elongating them.
     
    “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Leland asked.
     
    I shook my head and my face flushed crimson.
     
    Leland bent over and sucked on my left breast. I held his head against my chest, taking in every little sensation. The teasing was absolutely tortuous. How much longer could I last?
     
    I quickly slid my sweatpants off and Leland ran his hands up my thighs. His eyes blazed desire and I knew he wanted me. His fingers hooked into my black thong and slowly peeled them down my smooth legs.
     
    “Take me, Leland. I can't wait anymore,” I moaned.
     
    He grinned, wide-eyed, looking around at the bathroom. “Right here?”
     
    I bit my bottom lip. “Right here. Right now.”
     
    His fingers brushed against my slit, gathering my wetness. “You're so ready, baby.” Leland moved me over to the bathroom rug and laid me down. He fiddled with his belt and pulled his jeans down along with his boxer briefs. His massive erection flung out and was pulsing up and down. I sat up and reached for his shaft, stroking him. Leland arched his head back and moaned.
     
    “Lay back down,” he ordered.
     
    I let go of his manliness and lay down, ready to do whatever he wished. “Let me warn you that I haven't been with a man in years. Be gentle.”
     
    Leland's eyes narrowed. “Spread your legs.”
     
    I moved my legs as far as they could go. Leland came over until he was right between my thighs. His erection was so close yet so far. Leland kissed me on the mouth, claiming me again. I felt his tip at my entrance, knocking to come in. I gyrated my hips, trying to get him inside. But Leland wasn't done teasing yet.
     
    “I've wanted this ever since I woke up in that hospital bed,” he whispered in my ear.
     
    “Me too,” I replied but barely coherent.
     
    He pinned me beneath him, his perfect body hovering above. Leland pierced me with one thrust. We both cried out as he filled me up. “You're so fucking tight,” he murmured.
     
    I couldn't even respond. My brain had shut off and all I could do was feel. Feel his body against mine. Leland inside me, pulling in and out. I swayed my hips towards him, forcing Leland deeper and deeper. The pleasure was too much to handle. I couldn't last much longer.
     
    “Come for me, Constance,” Leland ordered.
     
    My whole body tensed up and a sudden explosion rippled through me as I came around him. My legs locked around his waist and held him inside me. Leland