Wedding Bet (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #8)

10. Landry

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LANDRY

Mine .

Mine, mine, mine.

The word radiated through my mind as Jamie lay back on the pillows, his milky-smooth skin looking so goddamn perfect in the ambient light.

It didn’t matter to me that he wasn’t technically mine. That we were, in fact, fake boyfriends, and that I wasn’t usually even the kind of person who wanted to dream about more.

He was here. And there was no one I wanted more.

I claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. I wanted that slick, wet heat on my tongue again—wanted to taste his sweet mouth and feel him gasp as I squeezed his cock.

“Tell me what you want,” I said against his lips. Sometimes, after I came, all I wanted to do was sleep. But tonight was a different beast entirely.

When I’d come, it had actually shot me through with a different type of energy. Something lustful and possessive. I was still delirious from my fucked-up sleep schedule, and I was beyond being capable of denying myself tonight.

“I—I want you,” Jamie whispered against my lips.

“More specific,” I said, taking his lower lip between my teeth and gently biting.

“ Fuck ,” he hissed, bucking upward. I could feel his cock pulse every time he got a little more turned on, and each time, it was like a reward.

“I want to hear you say it.”

He groaned. I moved lower, kissing along his neck. His skin was impossibly soft and sweet.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“On…”

“On my cock, Landry. Jesus. Fuck.”

I chuckled, pulling in a breath of air. “I’m sorry. You’re adorable. I shouldn’t tease you like this.”

When I pulled back to look him in the eyes, though, he was smiling too.

“You can tease me all you want,” he said.

“Do you secretly love it?”

“It’s not quite a secret, I don’t think,” he admitted. “I love the way you talk to me. And yes, Landry, I do want to feel your hot, wet mouth around my cock. God, it’s making me drip just thinking about it.”

I hummed, running my thumb through the slick precome at his tip. “I fucking love that.”

I swirled my thumb around it some more, drawing out the moment. Jamie looked like he was in some sort of tortured bliss, and after some more time passed, he was practically writhing under my hand.

“Well, I want to taste you too, Jamie,” I told him.

I took my time, kissing and licking around his collarbone and his chest. He was so responsive that it made every little touch seem like so much. When I moved my tongue along one of his nipples, he reached up to grasp my arm.

“Sensitive,” he said. “In a good way.”

I hummed, licking him more there, loving every little noise of pleasure he made underneath me. I was at war inside, wanting to drag out every moment and also desperately wanting to make him come.

I squeezed his cock in my fist tighter, eliciting another perfect moan.

“I want you in my mouth,” I uttered against his skin.

“ Please ,” he whispered, and it was such a beautiful, desperate sound that I had to give him what he’d asked for. I made my way lower and took his cock into my mouth in one smooth motion, letting the hard underside of his shaft slide along my tongue.

Seeing Jamie between my legs had been one of the hottest sights I’d had in my life, and I was going to try as hard as I could to give him the same feeling. I took him to the back of my throat right away, humming around his size.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, his hands coming down to grip my hair. “That already feels so good. How are you that good— fuck —”

He bucked his hips upward seemingly involuntarily. He was looking down at me with a fire in his eyes, watching me like he couldn’t quite believe I was doing this.

I pulled off for a moment, smiling up at him. “I want you to come. You better not be holding back.”

“Well I’m not going to last long if you keep deepthroating me like it’s your job,” he uttered. I loved the broken texture to his voice.

I sank back down between his legs and took him in my mouth. And with every movement, I almost felt like I was thanking him.

Thanking him for taking a chance on me. For being kind to me, and being my pretend boyfriend when I’d needed it most. Jamie hadn’t owed me a damned thing, hadn’t even known me before this trip, and he’d already done more for me than so many people in my past.

He deserved every moment of this. He deserved to feel good all of the fucking time, as far as I was concerned.

I kept a steady rhythm on his cock and got to watch as he came apart beneath me.

“God, fuck , Landry,” he said in a broken whisper, and it only spurred me on more. I doubled down as he gripped against my hair, knowing how close he was. I lapped my tongue along the underside of his cock, then took him down to his base.

“You are so fucking good,” he whispered, then his breath hitched and I knew he was going to come for me. I shoved my arms beneath his waist, holding him as he lost control. His hips bucked again and I swallowed around him as he came, saying my name again in a breathy whisper.

I pulled off slowly, giving him time. He looked like a filthy fallen angel, his hair all messed up as he lay there, spent and absolutely gorgeous.

“ You are good,” I told him.

My heart was pounding. I’d sucked off guys in the past but nothing had ever been like that—I’d felt so connected to him, so there for him, in a way that had thrown me for a loop.

It had felt like we were made for each other.

It still kind of did, as we got up, washed up and rinsed off, then tucked back into bed beside one another, coming back to reality.

I still wanted him here. I didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable with him for a single moment.

“So sleepy,” he murmured next to me, and I gently leaned down to kiss his hair. “Can’t imagine how exhausted you must be.”

“Beyond exhausted,” I said.

He hummed, a soft, sweet sound. “Yeah.”

Don’t say it, don’t say it, I thought again, but this time, the warning inside me was less strong.

Actually, I was pretty sure I wanted to say it.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” I told him, letting the truth come out.

He squeezed the side of my body and I knew it was worth it.

Could it be this easy?

A passing shadow of a thought crossed my mind as I drifted to sleep, and I wanted to push it away as fast as I could.

Because thinking of what would happen after this wedding week—whether I’d ever see Jamie again—put a little future cloud of worry right in my chest.