Wedding Bet (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #8)

17. Jamie

17

JAMIE

Even as Landry slicked his fingers with lube and pushed one past my tight hole, I felt… cared for. I didn’t know how he managed to seem so loving and so purely lustful all at once, but it was driving me crazy.

Lucky Landry.

“ Fuck ,” I muttered as I felt him shove a second finger inside me. He hummed deeply, leaning down to kiss the side of my body even as he was stretching me wide. Caring, even as he was pushing me to my limits.

My heart was running like a damn rabbit. Face down on the bed, all I could smell was the fresh laundry scent of the sheets and the clean smell of Landry’s skin and hair.

The feeling of his fingers suddenly disappeared and I moaned, pushing my ass up. I listened to every little sound as he rolled on a condom and covered himself in lube. I was a little nervous, even though I had no reason to be.

There was a real risk that I’d come too fast. I was particularly sensitive up there, and Landry was big , and—

“Oh, God,” I murmured as his tip came up against me. I melted into the bed, relaxing every part of my body. “Please.”

“I’m going to go slow for you.”

“You better not.” I broke off into a moan as he pushed more of his tip into me.

“You’ll get more of me, Jamie,” he said in a low voice. The promise of that was enough to make my cock throb, trapped between me and the mattress.

He was thick. And it hurt at first. He gave me his cock slowly, and I breathed through the pain of the stretch, letting him fill me up bit by bit. But with each inch he gave me, he also stroked his hands over the small of my back.

“So good,” I said in a broken whisper.

“Look at you,” he said. “You’re about to take all of my cock.”

A minute later, I felt the base of his cock hit my ass. A mix of pride and tranquility settled throughout my body as I got used to being filled up by him.

His fingertips dug into the sides of my ass as he hummed near me. “We should have done this sooner. Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner? You are so worth it.”

He slowly started to thrust, just a bit, inside me. He barely moved at first, more like a suggestion of bucking his hips.

“You’re worth it, too,” I murmured back to him. The pain was subsiding and it was starting to feel good— really good.

“You are so good to fuck, Jamie,” he said in a ragged voice, and my cock ached below me.

“Best compliment I’ve gotten in a long time,” I said.

Landry shifted my body a little, hiking one of my legs up a bit on the bed so he could get a better angle. He hit even deeper now, and I moaned involuntarily.

But then his hand came around to squeeze my cock and I was reduced to pieces, all at once. The sensation of him deep inside me while also squeezing my dick sent a rush of heat through me.

“Landry, holy fuck,” I muttered, my breath coming quick now.

He didn’t hold back. He was able to move his hips in a steady rhythm now, thrusting inside me while his strong arm wrapped around, taking me closer and closer with every passing moment.

He was fucking perfect. There was nothing else I could think right now, and I didn’t care if it was just my lust-drunk mind.

He was .

“You’re going to make me come,” I managed to say. I felt the wave of my orgasm already rushing in, pooling in the base of my cock and hitting me all at once.

“Going to come inside you.”

I felt him thrust harder inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom deep inside me.

I let go, giving up any sense of control, coming all over Landry’s tight fist, in a release better than any I could remember. Being stroked by him, inside and out.

“You’re so perfect,” I whispered as I came, even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t say it out loud.

My whole body was hotter than hell. My heart slammed inside me as I caught my breath. He finally released me, pulling out of me and discarding the condom. He grabbed a towel and helped both of us clean off.

I felt like I was in a daze the whole time. A really, really good daze. We both collapsed into bed. He reached out and cradled my body close to his, covering me in kisses.

I still wanted to touch him. I was spent, but I needed skin on skin contact.

I gazed up at him in the dim light of the bedroom, still feeling like I was in a dream. His kind eyes. His pretty, plush lips, a little swollen from how much he’d been kissing me. His hair, a little wild, so soft and shiny in the light.

“It really makes sense why people call you Lucky,” I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair.

He smiled serenely, looking at me like I’d hung the stars. “Other than the fact that Lucock is a last name with the word cock in it, and I needed a better nickname?”

I puffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Other than that.”

I woke up the next morning still feeling surreal. I slowly woke to reality with a warm weight behind my back and a cloud of cozy sheets above me. I took a deep breath in and smelled Landry’s scent all around me, woodsy and lightly spiced and like a small slice of heaven.

He was still asleep. I turned over gently in the bed, trying not to wake him as I opened my eyes and shifted so that I could see him. I watched his span of golden skin in the low morning light, the gentle dips and curves of his bare abdominal muscles.

It was strange that this was nothing like my everyday life, and yet it felt so much more right than everything I’d been doing for years. I wished I could freeze us here, to stay in this moment in this bed for as long as I wanted.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Landry’s phone let out a series of soft noises, intermittently, like he was getting text messages rather than having an alarm go off.

Soon after, I heard Landry murmur and hum, and I knew he was waking up.

“ Mmh ,” he hummed, reaching his arms out for me in bed and tugging me closer toward his warmth. “You. I like you.”

A fizzle of excitement ran through me. A little more stolen time.

“I like you too, you know.”

A small smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes. “We should do what we did last night again. And again. And again…”

I puffed out a laugh. “I don’t think we’d ever stop, if we could be trapped in this hotel room together forever. I mean, what more do we need? We have a kitchen, a beautiful view, a bed, and each other.”

He bit his bottom lip gently, and it sent me right back to last night, desire rippling through me. He moved his head onto my pillow and kissed me, softly and gently, then kissed the top of my head, breathing deep.

Beep beep beep .

“Do you think you should get that?” I asked.

Landry groaned. “No.”

“Really, though.”

“Yes. I should, even though I don’t want to,” he grumbled. “Can you get it for me? It’s on the other nightstand.”

I reached over and grabbed his phone to hand to him, but he didn’t take it from me, instead just reaching up to rub at his eyes.

“Passcode is 682614,” he said. “You look at what it is. I don’t want to.”

I lifted my eyebrows as I tapped in the code on his phone. “Whoa. Trusting me to open up your phone, huh?”

He shifted on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve had guys in the past yank their phones away from me if I even dared pick them up,” I said.

“Jesus,” Landry said. “No wonder you didn’t feel ready to date. I won’t do that to you.”

I noticed how he was saying it as if there would be plenty of future moments like this between us, and more hope smoldered in my chest.

“It’s mostly texts from someone named Carla,” I said. “She says that the paperwork will be at your house when you get back from the wedding tonight, that your flight is set for 1pm. And… she says that Sprinkle was in the yard again last night?”

Landry puffed out a low chuckle. “Good ol’ Sprinkle.”

“Dare I ask what the hell that means?”

“Sprinkle is the stray cat that runs through my yard sometimes. He especially likes to fuck with my tulip garden. I spent so long trying to get them perfectly spaced out.”

“Wait a minute. You garden? ”

“Yeah,” Landry said, matter-of-factly. “I didn’t tell you that?”

Oh God.

Abort mission.

You’re falling for him even harder with every little new thing you learn about him.

“You definitely did not tell me that,” I said, feeling myself slip further under his spell.

“Carla’s my assistant, by the way. She’s a superhero. But yes, Jamie, never feel bad about looking at my phone. Mi casa es su casa, and all that.”

I let that thought swirl around in my head as I set his phone back down.

“Is that what we’re doing, by the way?” I finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“What you said earlier. Um. Dating,” I forced myself to say.

For a moment, it was as if last night had never happened.

I felt just as small as I had the first time I’d met him. I knew he had the power to make the bond between us evaporate in just one sentence, and I chewed at the inside of my cheek, expecting him to do just that.

He pulled in a breath, sitting up in bed. His tanned skin looked practically golden with a halo of sunlight behind it, and he looked at me calmly, considering.

“When you get back to California,” he said, his voice low. “I’m going to spend some time at my house there, too. I want to drive down to Stellara Beach and take you on a real date.”

I was flooded with pure, lightning-hot relief, which was quickly followed up by a new form of panic.

“In Stellara Beach?” I asked. “Why not Los Angeles? I can take a drive up there on my day off, and, yeah , the gas is going to be expensive, but I can put in another few extra hours at the restaurant to manage it—”

“I want to come to you,” Landry said, his gaze placid. He reached out and ran his thumb along the side of my face and down to my jaw, looking at me like I was something worth looking at. “I want to see your whole life , Jamie. You’ve seen some of my coworkers, the work I do, a good few slices of the ridiculous life I lead. I want to know so much more about your world.”

My heart lurched inside me. “It’s nothing special, I promise you.”

“I think I’ll feel very differently.”

The thought of Landry seeing my work, my car, or God forbid my living situation turned my stomach into knots. I didn’t want to think about it. Certainly not right now.

“I wish we could just stay here forever,” I said, my voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. “It’s never going to get better than this, right?”

“I think it’s only going to get better than this,” he said.

I hoped he was right.

I’d been afraid that our turning-into-pumpkins time was barreling at us fast, and now I felt it more than ever, knowing that I really did have to get back to my room, pack up, and leave the idyllic world of the ski resort.

The snowglobe was disappearing. Our snowglobe.