Swing (Landry Family #2)(81)
“I’ll see you later,” Graham says with a little wave and then disappears.
Lincoln stalks across the floor to me, stopping right in front of me. “Want to come inspect my work?”
“I’d like to inspect you,” I tease.
He takes my hand and leads me down the hall and into our bedroom. Boxes are still stacked everywhere and our bed is a mess because we can’t stay out of it. It’s perfect.
He sets the screwdriver on the floor and stands, looking at me wickedly. He holds up a can of squirt cheese.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“You like this stuff?”
“No. It’s fake cheese, Landry.”
“I never knew this existed until yesterday when Huxley threw it in the cart at the store.” He squirts some into his mouth and grins. “See? It’s great.”
“Your abs are great,” I say, running my finger down the bumps lining his stomach. They tighten as I stroke them.
“Want to lick cheese off them?”
“No,” I laugh.
“Come on. You know you want to. It’s okay.”
“Cheese isn’t sexy, Landry.”
“This isn’t technically cheese. It’s fake cheese.”
“Same thing.”
He backs me up until my knees hit the back of the bed and I collapse on the mattress. “Fine,” he says, reaching down and pulling his Wrecked tour t-shirt up. “But I like it and can eat all I want now that I’m not training for baseball.”
“Don’t get anything on this,” I gasp. “Stone Lockhart touched this. Breathed on it. Maybe his sweat touched it.”
“I’ve washed it a thousand times, Dani. Don’t get all sentimental.”
“Let’s not risk it. He’s so gorgeous. I might just live in this t-shirt forever.”
“First, you’re going to grow out of it soon. Second, what about my Arrows jerseys? Don’t you want to get all sentimental about those?”
I sigh and flutter my eyelashes. “When I saw him live in Nashville, I swear to you Stone looked right at me. Right at me, Landry.”
“You and your damned rock stars.”
Before I know it, I’m in a fit of giggles as he sprays a line of fake cheese down my stomach. He bends down and his tongue strokes my skin from just under my swollen breasts to right above my navel. He pauses, looking at me and I at him. We exchange a sweet smile and he presses a kiss to my belly.
“One down. Nine to go,” he whispers.
“Let’s get through the first one before we go counting more,” I giggle.
“You’re the one that wanted ten kids. I’m just giving you what you want. And,” he says, his fingers working against the button of my jeans, “I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.”
I lift my hips so he can slide them down. Once they’re on the floor, he hovers over me.
“Whatcha doing, Landry?”
“Gearing up to hit a homerun.”
And he does.
The End
Switch, Graham Landry’s book, will be coming in 2017.
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Fenton
"TELL HIM I GOT HIS message yesterday and I don't need him to blow me. But thank him for the offer."
Grabbing the nearest shopping cart and sliding it in front of me, I toggle the phone against my shoulder. It nearly slides off my rigid muscles, a mix of workout fatigue and work stress setting up shop across my back.
Duke sighs through the phone, not even pretending to hide his frustration. "Fenton, that's not true," he says, exasperation thick in his voice. "He didn't ask to blow you."
"Obviously it's not fucking true. I just want to hear him have to deny it."
"You know what? Just forget I called. I'll come up with a response myself."
"That's probably the best idea you've had yet."
Duke sighs again, louder this time. I'm sure I've been an asshole to deal with since I hired him, but I gave him plenty of warning what he was getting into. This entire situation, the one he was hired to deal with, has been a complete clusterfuck from the start. There's nothing more vexing than being able to fix a problem and having your hands tied behind your back while being needled that the problem exists. I know it exists. I'm keenly aware and no one wants it fixed more than me.