Wedding Bet (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #8)

JAMIE （AFTER ONE TOO MANY GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE…）

Call me crazy, but there was something about a big, fancy party that just made me want to grab Landry by his shirt and drag him off to have my way with him.

And there was apparently also something about it that made me want to make a bet.

This party was no different.

It was an end-of-summer bash at Kace Tomlin’s modern mansion in the woods, and all night while Landry had been schmoozing in his fancy white suit, I’d been thinking about our bet.

“Whoever can get more people to laugh tonight gets to tie the other one up in bed later,” I’d offered him, as we walked up to the party.

“This is diabolical,” Landry had said. He’d already looked so goddamn delicious that I was thinking about turning around, high-tailing it home, and already losing the bet so that he would tie me up, already.

“But it’s a good bet, isn’t it?” I said. “You’re charming as fuck and always able to command a crowd. But people love laughing at me, too, because I’m ridiculous and I do things like ending up looking like a marshmallow, even when I don’t mean to.”

Landry chuckled, and I pointed at him. “See? I just made you laugh, but I wasn’t even trying. Does that count?”

“Each other doesn’t count,” he said. His eyes sparkled in the lights that led up Kace’s front path. “But sure. I’ll take your bet. If you’re ready to lose.”

I grinned. “I’m ready to win,” I said. “And I’m not going to go easy on you.”

Of course, I was ready to lose, too. Either way I ended up in bed with my favorite person in the world.

It had been on since the moment we’d walked inside.

Kace was a professional football player who relished in his fame, and he sure as hell knew how to throw a party. There were at least a couple hundred people throughout his mansion, inside and sprawling across the backyard space as well, near the infinity pool and on the lawn.

It was around midnight—and many glasses of champagne later—when I looked over to see Landry in the light of the pool, with a group of at least ten people surrounding him, laughing their asses off at some story.

I bit back a smile, walking over his way as the group finally dispersed.

He rubbed his hands together, looking quite satisfied. “So, how’s it going for you, Jamie?” he asked coyly. “How many people have you gotten to laugh tonight?”

“I’m going to be honest,” I told him. “I lost count about three champagne glasses ago. Ten? Fifteen? I don’t know at this point.”

Landry hummed. “I am great with numbers, and I haven’t lost count of mine.”

I reached over, sliding a hand between his jacket and his shirt, squeezing his waist. He felt so warm, and instantly I felt my body responding to his touch, even here at the crowded party.

“What are you at, then?” I murmured.

“At least fifty.”

“Fuck,” I hissed as he hummed, leaning in to press a few kisses to the side of my face.

“Yep. I think we know who’s winning this bet.”

“What a shame,” I lied. “I can’t believe I’m going to have to submit to being tied up by you.”

“Yep,” he said, clearly joining in on the sarcasm. “You wouldn’t like it one bit, would you?”

He kissed my lips and I felt like my whole body was lighting up already. “Fuck. You feel so good. You always do.”

“You taste good,” he said near my lips. “Did Kace get good champagne like he always does?”

“It’s way too good,” I said. “Thanks for offering to drive us tonight, though.”

Landry never minded being a good designated driver if I wanted to party, and even though I’d been drinking a lot, he’d been having virgin cocktails all night.

He leaned back, giving my arm a squeeze. “We’ll hang out here for another twenty minutes or so, and then we can head home. Promise I’ll tie you up, baby.”

I bit my lower lip, glancing behind me to check that no one was directly near us.

“Okay. Landry, I have a little secret.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Oh?”

I reached into my pocket, pulling out one of the purple silk restraint ties that we’d gotten for just this purpose. “I brought them with me.”

Landry’s jaw dropped. “Jamie,” he said, grinning.

“I know, I know. I didn’t think we’d use them here at the party, but I was just… really looking forward to tonight. So badly.”

He leaned in to press a quick kiss to my lips again. “You really are impatient in the best way,” he said. “Okay. Let’s make our rounds, say goodbye, and we’ll head back, my love.”

My cock was already at half-mast under my pants. “I’m so ready.”

We said goodbye in a lightning round, heading all around to make sure we’d seen all of the Fixer Brothers guys and friends before leaving.

As we walked back out down Kace’s long driveway and met the valet guy he’d hired for the party, my body was hot. Landry gripped my hand, and I couldn’t wait for him to restrain me, to touch every inch of me as he saw fit.

“Here she is,” the valet driver said after he’d pulled up Landry’s Mercedes. Landry tipped him well as always.

Finally we were alone together in the car. My hand was a magnet to Landry’s thigh, squeezing him and roaming upward toward his cock.

We were only halfway down Kace’s street when Landry pulled the car to the side of the road, hidden near a cluster of pine trees.

He cut the engine and turned to me, fire in his eyes.

“I can’t wait.”

I couldn’t keep a smile off my face. “I thought I was the only one.”

His mouth was on mine a second later, claiming me. One of his hands came up to cup the side of my face while the other felt for my pocket, pulling out the silk ties that I had inside.

“You did so good tonight, Jamie,” he murmured against my lips, and my cock was rock hard at the tone in his voice. “But I do think I won the bet.”

I let out a broken breath as he grabbed one of my wrists, slowly leading it up toward the head rest on his driver’s side seat.

“You won, fair and square,” I said breathlessly as he tied my wrist to the metal rod of the head rest.

One of my arms was bound up now, and he reached for the other, guiding it to the handle above my passenger side window. He tied that one, too, and now both of my arms were immobile.

And I fucking loved this feeling.

The moment his hands landed at the front of my shirt, slowly undoing each of the buttons on the front, my body was lit up like a Christmas tree. Giving Landry control like this was already something I knew I liked, because I trusted him with every cell in my body.

I knew he would make me feel incredible. I knew he would give me what I wanted.

And I loved him more than anyone in the world.

“Are the ties are comfortable?” he asked softly as he leaned down to kiss my chest.

I hummed, satisfied. “Very comfortable,” I said. “And my cock feels like it’s already about to fucking explode from how much I’m enjoying this.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” he said. “Because I’m going to make you come for me, right here. I hope you know that.”

My cock throbbed. “I know,” I whispered.

He was undoing my belt and lowering the zipper on my pants next. I usually wasn’t too afraid of coming fast, but right now I was slightly worried I might blow my load the moment he touched my cock, because holy God the anticipation was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

The only light in the car was filtering in from the moon and a far-off lamp post down the road. It was dim, but I could see Landry.

I could see the hunger in his eyes. He was enjoying this just as much.

When he pulled my cock free, I moaned.

“Look at you,” he murmured, looking at the shine of the precum on my cock. “So desperate to be touched.”

“Desperate for your touch,” I said in a broken whisper.

He took mercy on me, wrapping his fist around my cock, and instantly I moaned for him.

He reached up with his free hand to brush his fingers across one of my nipples while he leaned in and licked the other. The combination of sensations while I couldn’t move my arms was maddening and wickedly hot, a turn-on unlike anything I’d felt before.

“Still comfy?” he asked.

“I am so glad we made that bet,” I murmured. “I belong to you.”

He trailed his tongue lower down my chest and stomach until he finally teased my cock with his tongue.

“Do you want to come for me, Jamie?” he said in that low, commanding tone.

“If you put my cock in your mouth, I’m not going to be able to control it,” I said. “I know they say whiskey dick makes it hard for people to come, but I swear, I have champagne dick, and it’s making me want to come really, really fucking bad.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he said, so close to the tip of my cock that I could feel the movement of his lips as he spoke. “You’ll just have to tie me up when we get back home.”

I groaned as he finally took my cock into his mouth, past those perfect, rosy, plush lips.

And I was gone.

I knew I’d been watching this all night, but it was even better now. My arms were restrained but I could still move my torso, and I couldn’t stop bucking my hips up into his mouth as he sucked me off.

“So fucking good,” I uttered as he took me deep, right away.

And I knew I was on the brink already.

Of course I was.

He was my perfect person, fulfilling my fantasies. And as always, I knew I was the real lucky one, here.

The silk ties held fast on my wrists, and even as I writhed and struggled against them, they felt incredible.

“Going to come for you, Landry,” I whispered, knowing there was no use in trying to hold back.

He hummed around my cock and reached a hand down to cup my balls, sending me over the edge. I bucked my hips and came in his mouth, a thrill settling over my whole body as I came for him.

I’d wanted him all fucking night. And it was still surreal that he was mine.

He swallowed around me and looked just as intoxicated as me, even though he was totally sober. He pulled off, smiling serenely at me.

“You are so much fun,” he said. He reached up, gently untying each of my arms and letting me relax.

I pulled up my underwear and pants, buttoning them up just as the headlights of another car approached outside.

The car stopped, and they rolled down their driver’s side window.

It was Shawn, from the Fixer Brothers.

“Hey, guys!” he called out as we rolled down our window. “Saw Landry’s car parked on the side of the road and wanted to make sure you didn’t get a flat. Everything ok?”

“All good!” I called out, giving him a thumbs up. “We just got in a fight about what music to play for the drive home.”

Shawn laughed. “Gotcha. Have a good night, guys.”

He waved and drove off, and Landry and I lost it in a brief fit of laughter.

“Good thing you came quick, huh?” Landry said.

“Blessing in disguise.”

He leaned over to kiss me. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too,” I said, running a hand through his hair. “Now get us home so I can tie you up, too.”

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