Sway (Landry Family #1)(100)

I bounce harder, his hands finding my breasts. He frees them from the lace, cupping them in his hands. His eyes squeeze shut, his mouth hanging open far enough so I can hear his quickened breaths.

His cock swells inside me. His muscles flex as his eyes shoot open. "I'm warning you. You better stop if you don't want me losing it."

"Lose it." I slam down, grinding my body against his. The friction hits every stimulus, his hands squeezing my breasts. He leans up just enough to take my mouth with his, pressing a kiss that’s a tattoo on my lips.

"Ali . . .” Flopping back against the pillows, I watch him enjoy me and it's enough to put me over the edge.

I grind harder, trying to touch his body with mine at every possible point, and I light up from the inside out.

Warmth erupts from my groin, surging through my core and to my cheeks. Fireworks flash before my eyes, my head trying to comprehend all of the sensations and feeling like it's going to explode.

Barrett groans beneath me, the sexiest thing I've ever heard. It only intensifies everything I'm feeling.

The world-shattering high lasts longer than I expect and it seems like eternity before I float back to Earth. Once I do, my hair sticking to my skin with sweat, my breathing ragged, I find him watching me with a smile on his face.

I blush. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," I giggle, my cheeks flushing again.

"Like that was the first time that's ever felt that way to me?"

My heart swells because I believe it. I can tell he means it by the look in his eyes.

"That's what I'm looking forward to, babe. That's what I've been missing my entire life. But now I have it and I won't let it go."

I climb off of him and snuggle against his side. He pulls a blanket haphazardly over us before kissing my head.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"For what?"

"For being the first person to make me feel like I'm worthy."

"Oh, Ali, I believe it's the other way around."

"Hmmm . . .” My lashes flutter closed. The stress of the last few days disseminates as I lie in his arms.

"It's you that's changed me. In every damn way." He presses another kiss into my hair. “Make me a promise.”

“What’s that?”

“That we can start every day off with something like this. Without the speech, of course,” he chuckles.

“I’d like that.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”





Barrett

EVERYONE IS IN THE DINING room when we go downstairs awhile later. Lincoln is eating a bowl of cereal, with Hux at his side, playing some kind of video game. Ford is messing around on a computer. Graham is at the head of the table, sorting through a stack of papers with a red pen. He looks up as we enter.

"Good news!" he says, smiling brightly. "The feedback from your little speech is altogether positive. People seem to have responded to your stupidity, one even going as far as to call you, and I quote, 'People's Choice.' They're saying you're the candidate of the people, the first real candidate in recent memory."

"So, like, he's the MVP of the race?" Lincoln asks, sitting his bowl on the table.

"Seriously, Lincoln?" Ford sighs, shaking his head. He looks up at me. "I'm reading about you right now. Listen to this, Barrett Landry surprised us all when he gave a press conference this morning. Speculation ran rampant, some going so far as to say he’d be addressing rumors of a rift in his campaign and others expecting an engagement announcement. They were all right, yet wrong. The Mayor took to the podium and gave an off-the-cuff response to his candidacy, one that has resonated strongly with the people of Savannah. While his handlers looked apprehensive going into the conference, the voters looked confident heading into the polls today. The ‘Vote Landry’ buttons we've been seeing spring up in the past few weeks are out in full force this morning."

My father beams, placing both hands on the table. "Well, I'll be."

"I'm shocked," Graham says, resting his hands on a stack of papers in front of him. "The early polling data is strong. Monroe made a statement right after your speech earlier, but I think it's too late to do much damage. Not to mention it was heavily tempered from what I expected. I think he's afraid of making you an enemy at this point."

"Fuck him," I snarl.

"I—" my father begins but is cut off by the door opening.

"Where y'all at?" With the muted Southern drawl, it’s obvious it’s Sienna. She took off for Los Angeles a few years ago and has adopted a semi-California accent now, much to my parents’ dismay.

In a couple of seconds, she rounds the corner with a bright smile. She’s identical to Camilla, except she’s dyed her hair a richer blonde. She’s dressed in camouflage pants, a tight black t-shirt, and Chucks. "I'm the last to show up. Naturally."

"Hey, I told you to come last night," Lincoln says.

"You should've come last night," my father says, standing straight and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I had things to do. Besides, it’s not like I waited until the last second.”