Swing (Landry Family #2)(21)

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Call it a guess.”

Sighing, I stick a hand on my hip, hoping it makes me look nonchalant. “I’m fine. Deliciously tired after that little workout.” Glancing between his legs, I pull my gaze back to him. “Are you okay?”

He leaps off the table so he’s standing beside me. “I’m great.”

“But you’re still hard,” I say, pointing to the protrusion sticking from his pants. “I kind of feel like I should apologize. Or, you know, return the favor.”

My mouth waters at the thought of taking him in, showing him the attention he just showed me. That’s dashed as he shakes his head.

“Nope. That was perfect.”

“But . . .”

“That happens to be the best thing I’ve ever watched.”

“Oh, come on,” I laugh, heading towards my car. Why I’m blushing now, after what he just did to me, I don’t know. But I am.

“Can I see you again?”

I glance over my shoulder. His cheeks are pink, his hat sitting off-balance on his head.

“Did I tell you Dr. Manning came by my office to see if I knew who you were?” I ask.

“Who in the hell is Dr. Manning?”

“The guy that got off the elevator. In the scrubs. Remember? He asked if you were Lincoln Landry?”

He smirks. “The asshole. Got it.”

“Yeah, and he was pretty excited about meeting you, although you denied you were you.”

“Ah, he’s a fanboy.”

“I don’t think so,” I laugh. “He’s a very prominent physician.”

“Doctors are fanboys. Trust me,” he winks. “Now, I asked if I could see you again.”

I look at anything but him. I don’t know what to say. Yes, he’s fun. And playful. And hot. And considerate and makes me get off like no one I’ve ever been with. But it won’t work. It can’t. I don’t want it to. “I need to think about it.”

His brows pull together. “And why is that?”

“A lot of reasons.”

“What do you want?” he asks, slipping his hands in the front pouch of his hoodie. “You want romanced? I’ll romance the shit out of you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “It’s not about that.”

“Then what is it about?” He sounds genuinely concerned. Or curious. Maybe a mixture of both. “Someone really stuck it to you, didn’t they? Who was it?”

“No one. I just know how guys like you tick, and I’m not sure if I can handle it, if you want to know the truth.”

He strokes his chin, watching me with a narrowed gaze. All I can do is think about what that scruff would feel like between my legs.

“Did he play baseball? Football? Oh, God, don’t tell me you were in love with a basketball player!”

“Landry!” I laugh.

“He did play basketball, didn’t he? Geez, Dani, I had you figured to be smarter than that.”

Opening the door to my car, I stick my keys in the ignition. “He didn’t play basketball. I don’t even like basketball.”

“Thank fuck,” he sighs. “But there was someone.”

“I didn’t say that exactly.”

“He’s not an Arrow, is he?”

“Why?”

“It’s a yes or no kind of question, Dani.”

I laugh, unable to stop from smiling at this ridiculously handsome man questioning me. I should be annoyed, but I’m not. I just want to kiss him again, which is exactly why I can’t. “No. He isn’t an Arrow.”

He blows out a breath. “Good. That would’ve been awkward.”

“How do you figure?” I ask.

“It’s like dating your best friend’s girl. You don’t do it.”

“Um, we aren’t dating.”

“What a terrible thing to point out.” He leans forward, one hand on my car. “We should fix that, don’t you think?”

“No,” I reply adamantly, hoping to convince the both of us.

“Come on,” he coaxes. “You aren’t even mean to me anymore. I’m wearing you down. I can tell.”

Rolling my eyes, I grip the gear shifter. I need to get away from this conversation while I can, while I still have some sense about me. “I need to get going.”

A look flickers through his eyes as he pushes away from my car. It’s not going to be that easy. “Have it your way,” he says, a huge smile on his face.

“See you, Landry. And thanks for the orgasm.”

He laughs. “The pleasure was all mine. Well, not really, but it was worth it.”

With a shake of my head, I pull my door closed and put the car in reverse. I back out and drive away, sneaking one final glance at the sexy man standing in the parking lot, watching me leave.





Lincoln

MY PHONE BUZZES THROUGH THE Bluetooth as I take a right onto the freeway. It interrupts the hip-hop station with its shrill ring that tells me it’s Graham.

I press the button on the steering wheel. “Hey, G!”

“Why do you sound so chipper?”

“Chipper? I’m not sure that’s the right word,” I laugh. “What’s up?”