Sway (Landry Family #1) (29 page)

"Barrett . . .” she begs, widening her stance.

I grab the zipper between her shoulder blades and drag it down her body. As the cool air touches her skin, she gasps. I unsnap her bra, leaving her entire back exposed.

"Let it all fall," I demand. She stands, still facing the wall, and the garments slowly pool at her feet.

My cock is pulsing, demanding attention, and I feel like I'm about to go off just looking at her. Her skin is creamy and soft, unblemished perfection. I drag a finger from the nape of her neck down her spine, her body rolling beneath my touch. It's intimate and sensual, and I could watch her reaction to me always.

I cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples harden and I tug on them, twirling them between my fingers. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes shut, mouth open.

"Bend over again," I whisper into her ear.

She stretches out, grabbing the edge of the table. I touch her opening with the tip of my finger. Her hips press back against it.

"Eager, are we?" I ask.

"Stop fucking with me and fuck me," she demands.

I tsk, reaching out and pressing one hand on the small of her back. "We'll get to that. But you're going to have to learn patience, Ms. Baker."

She groans, pulling her hair away from her face. "I've needed you for days. Don't make me wait. Please, make me know we’re okay."

Hearing her say that, I nearly combust. I gather a pool of moisture on my finger from her slit. She's dripping wet for me, her tight body begging for my cock that's throbbing to be in her pussy.

I spread her wetness around lazily, watching her sweet ass move against my hand, before crouching down behind her. Increasing the pressure on her back, more symbolic than actually restraining, she flattens against the table. Her eyes find mine over her shoulder. Holding her gaze, I taste her sweetness, feeling her shiver as my tongue touches her opening. She rocks back against my face, desperate for contact.

She rocks back again and I press my thumb over her ass. As she rotates back, she feels the pressure. She half yelps, but the hitch in her breathing tells me she's not against it.

I suck on her clit, working my mouth against her velvety folds as my thumb puts the slightest pressure on her ass.

"Barrett . . .” My name is a moan, a pleading, a begging for more.

Her knees begin to shake, her legs quivering on her fuck-me heels.

Adding pressure to both spots, I work both my tongue and thumb in circles. Her whimpers grow louder, her hips swiveling faster, her wetness dripping. I lick from her vagina up her slit, my cock ready to explode. Removing my thumb as I pass, my tongue licks up the curve of her ass, and drags up her spine as I stand. Positioning myself behind her, I slap her juicy ass once, hearing her squeal, before I push fully into her with one hard movement.

"Ah!" She’s barely heard over the sound of the table ramming against the wall. "Barrett!"

I thrust into her again and again, feeling her pussy massage me with every push. It's fucking heaven. It's what I've needed for days now, the balm to my ills.

Pushing again and again, I feel her body quicken around me. It's not going to take long for either of us to explode.

I stroke into her over and over, the doors to the cabinet on the wall falling open with the impact of the table to the wall. Bottles begin to spill out as I plunge into her.

"I'm coming!" she screams over the top of the destruction. Her pussy clamps around me, the muscles spasming in the sexiest way. Her head thrown back, her hair a sexy mess, her swollen lips fallen apart in a sultry breath. Knowing I just put her over the edge makes me topple over it too.

"Fuck!" I shout, stroking into her a few more times. As the crescendo of my orgasm hits, I slow the pace, milking the feeling for as long as possible.

My eyes open, my lids heavy. I watch her lips form a smile, her body relaxing as she lands from the ride. She looks like an angel, a perfect, beautiful, built-for-me creature that I’m falling for harder and harder.

Maybe I’ve already completely fallen. Maybe this tightness in my chest, the ferocity I feel about her is what everyone means when they say they’ve fallen in love.

“I needed that,” she whispers. Her lips press together and she giggles a light, airy sound.

“Me too,” I say, pulling out of her and helping her stand. I lay a kiss to the top of her head and feel her warmth cocoon me as her arms encapsulate my waist. She snuggles into me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Very good.”

“You were better than good,” I joke as she shoves away from me.

“Funny, Landry.” She tosses me a grin.

We stand in silence, the floor around us littered with random objects rattled from our antics, our bodies sticky with sweat. Her hair is a mess, her skin flushed, and she’s never looked more beautiful.

Alison

I GLANCE IN THE REARVIEW
mirror. The blue sedan stays four or five car lengths back, just as it has since I left Hillary’s. I swung by there after dropping Huxley off at my mom’s to get my schedule and to ask to switch a couple of days around to accommodate a musical at Hux’s school and a catering event. The sedan pulled out behind me and has followed me ever since.

Nearing the turnoff to my house, I consider calling Barrett. I haven’t physically seen him in a few days, our schedules refusing to coincide. We’ve talked on the phone numerous times every day. The stress of his campaign and our ridiculous schedules have cramped our face time.

It’s for the best though. Everything has been a whirlwind these past few months since we met at the charity event and the little break in our schedules has given me time to evaluate everything from a distance.

It’s only made me miss him more.

Nothing is the same without him around. Hux has noticed it too.

When Barrett is around, things seem brighter. My life is enriched from more than just being a mother. I’m a woman wanted by a man that is everything I could ever want and then a little more. He respects me, he appreciates me, he cherishes me, and unless I’m completely wrong, he might be starting to fall in love with me.

And I’m starting to fall in love with him.

The thought is terrifying and exhilarating at once.

Glancing up again, the car is nowhere to be seen. I check twice, three times, but it’s gone. Still, I grab my phone to call Barrett just as his number rings me. I smile as I answer it.

“Hey, you!”

“Hey, babe,” he says, his voice husky. I can hear the exhaustion thick in his tone. It gets deeper every day. I’m worried about how he’s taking the campaign and the pressures on him, but he always says he’s fine. “Are you home?”

“Almost,” I say, turning onto my street. “I had some errands to run.”

“I’m ten minutes away and I’d like to stop by if that’s all right.”

“I’d love that,” I grin. “I’ll see you then.”

I navigate the car into my driveway and race in with anticipation of seeing him. I glance in the entry mirror and try to get some semblance of style in my hair and plop on some lip gloss. Before I can do all the things I’d like to, he’s knocking at the door.

Pulling it open, I’m met with his handsome face. He grins and steps inside, closing the door behind him. Our lips meet immediately, like there’s no other way, and I sigh softly into his mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, feeling his lips work over mine.

“I’ve missed you.”

He takes my hand and leads me in the living room. I follow, but the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

We sit on the sofa and he looks at me and I know everything is not, in fact, okay. His eyes are filled with concern, his shoulders rigid, waiting on some assault I have no idea how to identify.

My stomach free-falls into an abyss.

“Did you see the news today?” he asks, his words careful.

“No. Why?”

His head bows slightly, his eyes going to the floor, before he looks at me again. “Fucking Hobbs.”

“What did he say?”

Barrett’s jaw clenches, his temple pulsing with frustration. I’m terrified by the look in his eye—one not directed at me, but it doesn’t matter. He’s ready to go unleashed.

“I’m going to cut to the chase,” he gulps, looking away again. “He basically used you to get at me.”

“What?” I say, shooting to my feet. My heart races, my mind going right along with it.

“He used your past—the assault, the investigation—to undermine me. To say that I was being careless and making bad decisions.”

“Oh my God,” I say, my hand going to my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Barrett. I . . .”

He sits on my sofa, his head in his hands. His fingers clench strands of hair and tug roughly. The suit stretching across his back is taut, a hint of the stress his body is holding beneath. He’s been under so much pressure and now my past has added to the mix.

“I’m sorry,” I start again but am quieted with one look from him.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Don’t even apologize for that asshole.”

“I’m not apologizing for him. I’m apologizing that I had anything to do with you being skewered.”

A chuckle rumbles through the room. “Baby, I’m not worried about me. If anyone wants to believe that me being with you is a bad thing, then so be it.”

“Barrett . . .” My mouth opens to speak, but I can’t, and when his lips find mine, everything that needs to be said is. His kisses show me more than his words could ever express. I tell him right back, show him as passionately as he shows me, and by the time we break our connection, we’re both panting.

His forehead rests against mine, his lips starting to twitch. Mine follow suit and slowly, our smiles encourage the other’s until we both have wide grins on our faces.

Giggling, I wrap my arms around his trim waist and try to quiet the chaos in my mind. I don’t know what this means or what’s in store, but I know it’s true. I love him. And I think he loves me.

“I’m okay with staying in the shadows,” I say. “At least until the election is over.”

He jerks away from me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your campaign. I don’t want to cause you any trouble, Barrett. I know where we stand. Don’t think you have to go defend me or ha—”

“Stop,” he commands. “We know where we stand. I don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say about it.”

“But . . .”

“For the first time in my life, I know, without a doubt, without a single shred of hesitation, that this, you and me, is the right thing. And if that makes me lose the election, then it does. As long as you’re okay with me continuing it, they can say what they want.”

“I want you to finish it. I want you to win it on your terms. To prove to yourself you can do it your way.”

He kisses me again. “If it’s too much for you to deal with me during this, I understand.”

“I just don’t want to cause you problems.”

His laughter echoes off the room and he holds my hand up in the air and twirls me like we’re dancing. “Cause me problems? Shit, you save me so many ways you don’t even know.” His head cocks to the side “Let’s go out to dinner.”

“What? Where?”

“I want to show you off.”

“Barrett,” I say, panicking. “You don’t have to do that. It’s fine. I—”

“I want to show them how proud I am to be with you. Let them take our picture. Let them see how beautiful you are.”

“I don’t know . . .”

He tilts my chin up with the tip of his finger. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Then let’s be together. You and me. Fuck them.”

His smile is contagious and I give in. “Okay. You and me.”

Alison

BARRETT LACES HIS FINGERS THROUGH
mine, giving them a gentle squeeze. I look up into his handsome face and return his megawatt smile.

“Are you okay?” he asks as we enter the restaurant.

I nod and try to concentrate on him and the absolute serenity in his gaze—not the hundreds of pairs of eyes gazing at us, not the hushed whispers swirling around the room.

“Me and you,” he winks. “Just me and you, baby.”

We are led to a table in the corner. Barrett pulls out my chair for me to sit before taking his across from me. Our drink orders are taken, menus placed in front of us.