Page 91 of Run the Play
“Open it, Roe.”
Opening the envelope, I pull out a single sheet of paper and start to read. “Congratulations, all necessary paperwork has been completed, and the Rowan Reynolds Foundation is now recognized as a non-profit organization. We look forward to helping you with all your future needs of the foundation.” The letter is signed, but I keep repeating the words over and over in my head. “Landry?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“I know this is an unconventional gift, but it’s something that’s near and dear to both of our hearts. I hope it’s something that we can build and grow together.”
“Rowan Reynolds Foundation,” I read aloud.
“Rowan Reynolds is the love of my life, my wife, of course this foundation is named after her.” He winks.
“I’m not your wife yet.”
“You are in here.” He places his hand over his chest. “This foundation is in support of those in the foster care system who are aging out. They still need support to get on their feet, whether through college or trade school, and to find a job if neither of those options is feasible. So many are tossed back out into the world once they age out, and we’re going to help them.”
He’s right. I busted my ass and got a scholarship to a college in Michigan. I waited tables and lived in a rundown apartment because it didn’t cover housing. Then I met Chaz, and he dazzled me, made me feel important, until he didn’t, but then I was too far into his web. If I had had some kind of support or assistance, I might have chosen a different path. A better one. Although that path eventually led me here to my Landry, and the family we’re building by choice. I wouldn’t change that for anything.
“My gift can’t top this,” I say, chuckling as I wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“Baby, it’s not a competition. I’m sure whatever it is, I’m going to love it.”
“Not as much as I love you. This is incredible, Landry. You’ve given me so much—your heart the best of them. But this”—I hold up the paper—“is a close second.”
“I love you too. Now, it’s my turn.” He tears into the package and freezes once he sees what’s inside. He stares down at the gift in his hands for several long heartbeats before lifting his gaze to mine. There are tears in his eyes. “How?”
“I took the picture you gave to me before you proposed to a local artist. I had them draw it. I wanted your parents to be a part of our home. I also got one for Corie and Knox. I hope that’s okay, but it seemed fitting that I do the same for them.”
“It’s perfect.” He sets the picture aside. Leaning in close, he slides his hand behind my neck and kisses me. It starts slow, but I don’t want slow. I deepen the kiss, moving closer, because no matter how close I am to this man, it’s never enough.
“Come here,” he mumbles against my lips. Landry moves positions and lifts me to straddle his lap. “Better,” he says, leaning up and kissing me like this very well could be the last time. His tongue traces my lips, and I open for him, eager for more. Eager for everything he can give me.
My hands move to find their way underneath his shirt, pressing against his rigid abs. He shudders at the contact, and I relish the fact that he has that response to me. I did that to this man that millions of ladies swoon over, but they can’t have him because he’s all mine. Only my touch affects him this way. It's a heady feeling.
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 haveplanned 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.
