CEREAL DATER (The Way To A Man's Heart)

He takes his cock in one hand and my hip in the other, and guides them to meet until I can feel his delicious thickness spreading me open. I sink myself down on top of him, moaning with pleasure as I feel him spread me open, letting the rush of it, the sheer power of that sensation, take control of me.

"Look at me," he breathes, and I open my eyes and look into his. They look as though they are trying to consume some part of me. As though he is trying to forge this fiery bond into something else, something real, something that neither of us will ever be able to deny.

And then, he begins to move. And everything else just falls away at once.

Chapter Seven

Landon

"Oh, God, I’m so nervous," she blurts out as she practically hops from foot to foot, waiting for my parents to join us at the bar.

"You have nothing to be nervous about," I assure her. I wish that I were telling the truth. In reality? I’m pretty sure she has plenty to be worried about right now.

We have finally made it to Maui, and right now, we’re at the rehearsal dinner for my sister’s wedding. My parents have been so busy with all the guests that they haven’t been able to make time for me, but I know they’ve clocked the woman I’m with. The woman who is certainly not the one that they chose for me.

"Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it," she mutters, and she grabs another drink and takes a sip. I don’t blame her for being nervous. Because she has nothing in common with most of the people here.

And that’s just why I like her.

Of course, my parents chose the fanciest resort they could pay for to stage this wedding. Best way to make it look like it might be real. I know that my sister doesn’t really want much to do with the man she’s going to marry, but she wants an easy life, not one where our parents are hanging over her shoulder and telling her what she should do and how she should do it.

"Is everyone here a millionaire?" Lucky asks as she scans the room once more. "I swear I’ve seen most of these people in gossip magazines..."

"Most of them, yes," I reply, and she whistles and shakes her head.

"And here, I thought I would be the only one who got to travel to this place by private jet," she remarks, managing a wry smile. But before I can say anything else, my mother appears beside us, a worn-out version of my father by her side.

"Hey, Mom, hey, Dad," I greet them, going to give my mother a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes are locked on the woman I am with, and I can tell that she wants nothing more than to turf her out of here.

"Lovely to see you," I offer, hoping that it will break the tension. It doesn’t. Lucky smiles at them, biting her lip, and extends her hand.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you," she tells them. My mother doesn’t even move, as though nobody is standing there in front of her. I feel a flare of anger in my gut – I'm not going to let them treat her like this.

Lucky has worked harder and done more than most of the people in this room could ever dream of, and she doesn’t deserve to be treated as less-than just because her gown wasn’t custom-made by a designer, like the rest of the airheads here.

"Sophia’s waiting, Landon," my mother tells me, her voice clipped. This is it – the last chance that she’s going to give me to dump my date and go be with the woman that she selected for me. I shake my head.

"I have a date," I tell her, and I slip an arm around Lucky’s shoulders. My mother doesn’t have any choice but to acknowledge her standing there right now, and she looks her up and down as though she is a piece of dirt on her shoe.

"And who’s this?" she asks. I glance to my father, appealing for his help, but it doesn’t come. He’s never been good at standing up to my mother, and that’s not going to change now.

"This is Lucky," I tell them, and Lucky smiles up at me, snuggling against me and putting her hand on my chest. But as soon as she turns back to my mother, that smile drops. My mother is frowning back at her, shaking her head.

"I don’t think so," she replies. I almost laugh at how absurd she sounds right now, but the anger gets the better of me.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I snap back at her. "Show some respect–"

"Not until you show some to Sophia," my mother shoots back. "She came all the way out here to meet you, and you turn up with..."