“That was nice,” I admit as he breaks the kiss and reaches down, aligning himself.
He nods. “Everything with you is nice.” He sinks into me, and I find myself grabbing my knees, and pulling myself open for him. “What do you want right now, Quinn? You want me to fuck you hard and deep, or give it to you slow and sweet? What do you need right now?”
I had a plan, but hearing that question makes my answer real simple. I shake my head. “I need you hard and fast, and I need you to stay inside me while I come on your cock, because I want you to feel how much I want you,” I whisper, cupping his jaw, tucking my thumb between his lips. “Then I want to feel your cum on my skin. I want the virile, potent cum of my husband spread along my flesh so I can rub it in. I want you all over me, Landry.”
His eyes flit between mine, and then our mouths lock in a tangle of tongues and teeth as his hips start the violent journey between my legs. I keep my hands on my knees, holding myself open as his wide hips rove, hammering into me with his impressive cock.
He grunts and I moan, he growls and I whine, but ourmouths never leave one another’s for more than a second. Landry fucks me hard as he promised, the head of his cock plowing into my favorite place each time he strokes into me. My toes curl and my vision goes dark as a familiar tingle of electricity worms down my spine, settling into my clit. I love the smell of his overworked muscles, the feel of his sweat on my skin, the sound of our bodies coming together so carnally. I like it rough, and Landry can give it like no other. The sharp sound of his body slapping mine echoes through the room as I slide my tongue against his, his balls hot against my ass.
“Landry, I’m there, oh my god, Landry,” I pant, my toes curling, my hands sweaty around my knees as pleasure snakes through me. My orgasm hits, and life explodes into a cacophony of light and noises for a moment as I surrender my body and my pleasure tomy husband.
He holds himself deep, his belly knotted as he strains for composure, strains to give me what I asked. “My god,” he breathes, rearing back, still inside me as his hands come down on my knees over mine. He watches me spasm around him, coming hard around him,for him.
“Now,” I breathe, desire still fluttering through me as my orgasm wanes, the pleasure leaving my head tingly, nearly high. “Pull out,” I whisper, only I’m not trying to whisper, I’m devoid of energy after coming so hard twice. But as much as I wanted my own release, I want his, too.
He does what I say, and pulls out, resting his cock along my groin. Reaching between us, I tug off the condom with a snap and fist him the best I can. “Ohhh,” he groans, and within two strokes he comes, his fingers delving deeper into my flesh, holding my knees apart as his hips sink into me. He comes in dizzying pulses, his release streaking over my groin and belly, some even making it to my breasts. The way his cock feels in my hand as he throbs paired with the sated andadoring look in his eyes is everything I needed after a day like today.
When I let go of him, he grabs himself, sinking back into his heels, watching me. Moving my fingers through the warm mess, I knead and rub until my torso is glistening with his come, and push myself up to my elbows. “I’m not gonna wash this bra, and next time I wear it, I want you to remember this night.” I dance my eyebrows, and he surprises me.
“Can I take a photo of you?” he asks, the flush creeping up the scruff on his neck.
I nod to the dresser, where my Cyber-shot rests from earlier this morning, when I photographed Sadie from this very bedroom window. “Yes.” I don’t even have to take a moment to think. The idea of Landry Vaughn’s big hand all over my camera, hungrily hunting for this photo while his other hand works his fly— “How do you want me?”
“Just like that.” He takes the camera and peers up at me, shy. “I’ve watched you for months, but I suppose I was watching you and not the camera. How do you turn this thing on?”
“The little wheel. Hold it down at the bottom for a few seconds,” I advise him, taking in the sight of his thick erection slowly softening. He’s hot like this too, and I want a photo of him as much as he wants a photo of me.
So that’s what we do. We take turns taking naughty photos of one another, making great use of his hat and even better use of my boots. And when the giggles have subsided, he puts me in a bubble bath and goes downstairs in nothing but a pair of jeans and whips us up some sandwiches. We eat in bed while talking about the rodeo.
I use his mouth one more time before we fall into the coziest, most perfect sleep.
CHAPTER 29
ANGER AND OTHER EMOTIONS
“You looklike you were rode hard and put away drippin’ wet,” Tate says, slapping a hand over my back the moment my feet hit the landing. I rub my eyes and peer out the back door, where Quinn, Love, and the girls are outside playing.
“Why are y’all here so early?” And why didn’t Quinn wake me, I wonder. Tate’s laughter makes my head ache, and I drag my ass across the house to the kitchen, about to get coffee started when I see half a pot left, still warm.
“It’s nearly ten in the morning, Landry.”
I almost drop the pot. “What?” My eyes dart to the rooster clock on the wall where I discover that he is not pulling my leg. “Quinn let you sleep in. After what y’all went through yesterday, she said you coulduse the rest.”
I shake my head. “She needs it as much as I do, I’m not the one doin’ all this and making a film.”
My eyes catch on her outside, wearing those damn cute overalls, her feet bare. She’s got a bandana wrapped around her head, blonde locks secured in a ponytail. Sadie has her hand in Quinn’s pocket, and the two of them are headed to the coop.
“Started the chickens on the right poultry feed this morning. The good stuff. Expect those eggs to turn around and be sellable again,” Tate says, and I turn away from the window and face my best friend and outstretch my hand. “Elena’s gift.”
“Thank you. For everything.”
Tate nods. We’re good at saying what we mean and meaning what we say without an emotional breakdown. After yesterday, having to prove my worth as a father in court, I’m not sure I could muster any big emotions.
“After they feed the chickens, Quinn said she’s gotta get a few hours of editing in, and asked if you weren’t up whether Sadie could come play. I see you’re up,” he says, taking in my disheveled and shirtless state, then adds, “but can Sadie come anyway? I was thinking of taking the four-wheeler to the wishin’ well to let Love make a wish for the new baby. And finally let the girls take Snickerdoodle out there.” He scratches the back of his head. “And they want Big Bertha to come out there, too.”
“Is her husband coming, too?” I ask, and Tate snorts. “We already had to separate them. I got a call into Mabel to come pick his ass up. He’s…”
“A prick,” I offer, because I’m familiar with McCharger’s antics.
