The Story of Lansing Lotte – Legendary Rock Stars #2
New Cover 2017
If you’ve read The Legend of Arturo King,
the story continues…
It’s the day after.
The day our world falls apart and all we can do is wait.
But my mind isn’t one-hundred percent where it should be.
My thoughts are focused on her – my best friend’s girl; the one that got away.
I’m obsessed with what I shouldn’t want – a second chance.
And then, she comes along.
Like a flame, I didn’t feel burn me.
The girl in 3A.
She would erase my not-so-happy history.
She would offer me a fresh chance.
And now, love is the only story I want told.
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Excerpt fromThe Story of Lansing Lotte – © L.B. Dunbar
“Because I know you love her. It must hurt.”
“I…I don’t know that I’m capable of love, Lila. All I seem to do is destroy women, and myself.” She reached a shaky hand for me and pushed my longish bangs back from my forehead. It was surprisingly comforting.
“I don’t believe that,” she said. “I think you just have difficulty choosing someone safe.”
Her fingers continued through my hair and my muscles relaxed. It was soothing. It was motherly, which should have creeped me out, but didn’t. I don’t know what prompted me, but I laid my head down on her stomach. Her breathing was ragged, and I could hear her heart beat rapidly through the oxford shirt. She was holding her body still, but she continued to gently run her fingers through my hair. She was hesitant at first, almost as if she was petting me, but her fingers slipped into my longer locks and she massaged back and forth over my scalp.
I was relaxing into her stomach and my nose nuzzled against her. She was firm under there, and she had that sexy hip thing going on. She sucked in a breath when my nose drew a line back and forth across her belly. My mouth watered to get a taste of those hipbones just below her navel. She was dragging her fingers through my hair more intently, and I slid my face down her belly. She had a sweet fragrance about her, something flowery and something I wasn’t certain of at first. Instantly, I recognized that Lila smelled like sex.
My hand came up to remove the blanket from her legs and I heard her sigh. Her hand wrapped into my hair, tugging gently, and I took it as a sign to continue moving down her body. Her legs opened slightly and my nose dragged closer to my destination.
“You smell sexy, Lila.”
She sighed again and a choked sound followed. My eyes glanced up to discover hers were closed. Her head leaned back and her lips parted. I dragged my nose across her damp panties, inhaling her sweetness.
“You want me?” I breathed against her, knowing she was wet and ready for me under the cotton. I couldn’t believe it. Lila gave no hint that she was attracted me. She was well aware that I was continually turned on around her, but she gave me no indication that she could be attracted to me. Unless…
“We’re friends, right, Lila?” I said, a bit of curiosity in my voice.
She sighed again and I blew a breath onto her. Her arousal was heady, and I was intoxicated by her.
“We could be friends. Together. It would be a good distraction.” I kissed her over the cotton and I felt her sit upright. She looked drugged; her eyes glassy and confused.
“I can’t,” she said on a choke.
“What?” I softly groaned.
“I…I can’t do this with you.”
“Lila, I didn’t mean…”
She was pushing back into the corner of the couch, forcing me to sit upright. She grabbed the blanket off the floor to cover her, but then decided to stand.
“I can’t compete with ghosts, Lansing.”
“Lila, it’s not like…”
“I know all about ghosts…and I can’t fight them whether dead…or alive,” Lila added, as she held the blanket before her legs like a shield and quickly turned to leave me stunned on the couch.