Swear (Landry Family #4)(52)

He shuffles to the side, placing a green one on the peak of my closed lips. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, he lowers himself push-up style and swipes the candy from my lips. I grasp his biceps, feeling the muscles flex under my touch.

As my jaw slacks in response, he takes advantage and enters my mouth with his tongue. He kisses me with a fervor I reciprocate.

When he pulls back, I pout.

"Trust me," he winks. Lowering himself again, he forms an O over the candy at the base of my throat and sucks it into his mouth.

I hiss, sucking in a deep breath. My nipples harden, peaking, begging for attention. "This better not take too long." 

"You're going to have to be patient," he warns, swallowing the candy.

He moves down my body, appreciating every curve and bow of my figure with squeezes and kisses as he goes. I feel his cock hard against my leg as he repositions himself. My pussy clenches in response.

He draws my nipple into his mouth, rolling the hardened bead around his tongue. I knot my hands in his hair and pull, letting out a drawn-out moan.

"You're killing me," I tell him, dying.

His tongue drags hot and wet across my chest, catching the candy on the way to my other nipple. Using the candy as a prop, he rolls it over the tip of my breast. I writhe against his body, beginning to lose my mind.

He moves lower down my body, swiping the next candy and then sucking the piece from my belly button. His mouth is hot, his tongue heavy as he drags it across me.

I suck in a quick breath, my skin on fire. Goosebumps spatter the surface, my hips rising, begging for action.

Looking up at me as he gets settled between my legs again, he grins. "Need something, El?"

"Yeah. You. Inside me."

"I'll be happy to do that. In just a second . . ."

I growl, falling back into the pillows.

Nudging my thighs apart with his elbows, he presses a kiss to the inside of each of my legs. I feel small bits of pressure parting me and I look down to see him pressing candies along my slit.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my jaw hanging open.

Ford splays his hand at the bottom of my belly and uses his thumb to apply pressure to my clit. "Hold still," he smirks.

"Hurry up, Ford," I groan. "You're being mean."

"I'm about to be very," he says, leaning forward, "very," he hovers his mouth over my opening, and as I begin to moan, he whispers, "nice."

His breath trickles over my opening, warm and heady. Just as I begin to object, he runs his tongue up me, capturing the candies with his tongue.

"Oh my God," I say, as he grins devilishly at me. Before I can process anything, he buries his face between my legs.

"Ah," I say on an exhale, trembling. My knees literally quake, my eyes squeezing shut as he makes another leisurely pass to my clit.

"Hurry up. Ah!" I voice as he dips a finger inside me.

"Hurry up?" he laughs. "Baby, I'm just getting started."



Ellie

He takes me in head-to-toe as I fix my hair. I ran a brush through it after our detour to the bedroom, but it's still wild.

"You look perfect," he beams. "Go get in the truck."

We lock up, toss my fishing poles in the back, and take off down the road a couple of hours later than we anticipated.

The windows are partially down. My hair begins to blow like crazy around the cab of the truck despite the elastic securing it. I'm trying to smash it down when he reaches behind my seat and retrieves a Tennessee Arrows baseball hat.

"Thanks," I say, taking it and pulling it snug over my head.

Ford takes my hand, locks our fingers together, and rests them on the middle console. He holds it tight, brushing his thumb against the side of my palm. They fit perfectly together, his hand nearly encompassing mine.

"I had an interesting conversation with Camilla the other day," he says, rolling up the windows so we can hear.

"Oh, yeah?"

"She was telling me that whoever she's gotten involved with makes her happy. Her eyes lit up, you know?" He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. "I've never seen Cam like that. I keep thinking about it."

"Is this the guy that you were looking for? At The Gold Room?"



       
         
       
        

"Yeah," he chuckles. "The Gold Room. I mean, if that name doesn't tell you everything you need to know."

I laugh, giving his hand a squeeze. "How'd the conversation go? I mean, did she come clean with you about who he is?"

"No and she won't."

I let him mull over whatever he's thinking. After a few long seconds, he takes a deep breath. "In the military, I learned how important it is to surround yourself with people that you trust. You are only as strong as the weakest person in your unit. The same theory applies in life too."