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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.”
Epilogue Rowan
Rowan
It’s been a month since Landry and I said I do, and it still feels like a dream. Every day, I find myself staring at my rings. I can’t believe this is my life. I’ve found where I’m supposed to be. Finally, I have a home. Not just Nashville, but the people I love. My family.
I have a family.
Today we’re celebrating. The Rampage made it to the league championships for the second year in a row. The big game is in two weeks, and the girls and I decided a celebration was in order. No matter if the Rampage wins or loses the championship game, they’re still winners in our book. We’re using it as an excuse to get everyone together. Not that we need one.
We’re having dinner at Knox and Corie’s. It’s Monday night, and we’re ready to eat, just waiting on Baker and Camden. Baker has been asking Natasha for weeks if he could have Camden tonight, for our celebration, since this is her week. She waited until thirty minutes ago to call him and tell him yes. However, he has to keep him the rest of the week, and all next week, whichhe was already supposed to do. Apparently, she got a last-minute modeling contract and needs to fly out of the country.
I hate the way she made him wait, but we’re all thrilled that our little buddy will be here for our celebration. His nanny is off this week, traveling to see her kids, so Corie, Sloane, and I volunteered to help out. We even got the okay for me to have Camden with me in the training room. The Rampage cares about their players and their staff, and I could not be more thrilled to be a small part of their organization.
“There he is,” Reid says, rushing to take Camden from Baker. He places the baby carrier on the couch and quickly unstraps the baby, pulling him out and settling him against his chest.
