Page 43 of Run the Play (Nashville Rampage #2)

Landry grips my hips and stands. I squeal with laughter as I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding on tight.

“We need to move this party to the bedroom. I need space for what I have planned for you,” he says, kissing down my neck.

I squeal again when he bites at my skin, and he lifts his head and winks at me.

Then we’re on the move. He carries me to our room and gently tosses me on the bed.

I bounce a few times. Our laughter fills the room, and I hope it’s something that we never lose.

This freedom to be who we are with one another, to laugh, be silly, and have fun, even when life gets tough.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“You. Us. I love our life, Landry. I never knew I could be this happy.”

“I’m about to make you even happier.” He wags his eyebrows. Leaning over the bed, he braces his weight on his hands and kisses me sweetly. “Roe?”

“Yeah?” I ask against his lips.

“Get naked.” He tickles my sides, making me laugh and squirm as he stands back to his full height. Offering me his hand, he helps me stand and begins to strip. I do the same, not wanting to take a second longer than necessary to feel his heated skin against mine.

Landry grips his hard cock and strokes as his eyes roam over my naked body. I shiver from his attention, my body craving his touch. “I don’t know where to start,” he rasps.

“How about that?” I point to his cock.

“You want my cock, baby?”

“You know I do.” There’s no point in being coy. Landry is my person. He owns every part of me, and I him. I have nothing to hide from this man—no fears, no worries. It’s freeing, more than I ever could have imagined.

Landry drops his hand and holds his arms out at his sides. His hard cock stands at attention, his hard toned body on display. “Take what you want, Roe.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Grabbing a pillow from the bed, I drop it at his feet and fall to my knees. I might be here for a while, so I might as well get comfortable. One hand grips his hard thigh, feeling his muscles twitch, while the other holds his cock, and guides it to my mouth.

I tease him at first, taking just the tip, swirling with my tongue. He groans, and it fuels me to take more of him. I don’t stop until I’m gagging when he hits the back of my throat.

“Easy, baby,” he croons, taking my hair into his hands. He doesn’t take control. He’s content to let me play and explore all on my own, which I do.

It’s not until I drop the hand that’s gripping his thigh to slide it between my own to get relief that he takes control.

“Oh, no. All your pleasure is mine.” He takes a step back, his cock falling out of my mouth with an audible pop. I stare up at him, eyes watery, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, keeping the other between my thighs. I ache for him.

“Rowan,” he growls before bending, lifting me into his arms, and tossing me on the bed for a second time.

I bounce and giggle, feeling free and so damn turned on, I could combust. Landry crawls over me, settling between my thighs.

His cock is poised at my entrance, but he makes no move to push inside and relieve me of this ache.

When I move my hand between us, he intercepts it, lifts it to his lips, and kisses my knuckles.

“Look at you, trying to steal my pleasure.”

“My pleasure, please,” I beg him.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure, baby.” Gripping his cock, he gently slaps it against my pussy, and my back arches off the bed.

“Then take it. Please take it. Take me.”

“Like this?” He slowly eases into me. The stretch is everything, and not enough at the same time.

“More.” I lock my legs around his waist and tug him closer, and he slips all the way inside me with ease, finally, where he belongs.

“Fuck, Roe,” he pants. “I wasn’t ready.”

“What?”

“I wanted to last, baby. I can’t. You feel too good, so tight, and wet. I wanted to draw this out. It’s been too long,” he tells me.

This makes me laugh. “It was this morning,” I remind him.

“Too long,” he says, his tone serious. “The only thing I need more than food is your pussy,” he says, rocking his hips.

“I’m so close,” I tell him. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s his sweet gift, maybe it’s that I got myself worked up sucking his cock. Perhaps it’s because it’s Landry, it’s us, and we’re explosive together. Whatever the reason, my spine begins to tingle, and I know my release is close.

“You’re fucking gripping me like an iron fist,” he moans, as he pulls out and pushes back inside.

“Do it,” I tell him. “Please.”

“You want it fast?” he asks, thrusting a little harder, the tilt of his hips hitting just where I need him. “Fine,” he says, not bothering to let me answer. “But I’m taking you again, after. Slow. I want to make love to you.”

“You have the rest of our lives for that. Right now, I just need to come. Please, please,” I beg.

“Fuck,” he hisses. His hips snap back and forward again, and it’s all I can do to hold on. My nails dig into the skin of his back, my heels are locked tight, and with each rapid thrust, my desire climbs higher and higher.

“Landry!” I scream out his name as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. A few more strokes, and he stills, burying his face in my neck as he spills inside me.

We take a minute to catch our breath. Landry eventually raises his head and offers me a goofy smile. “Merry Christmas, my Rowan.”

My heart melts, my pussy squeezes him, he groans, and I smile. “Merry Christmas, my Landry.”