Page 34 of Leaving Lando

Epilogue

“Lando,we’ll be late for Thanksgiving dinner.”

“No one will mind.”

We’re standing in front of the bureau mirror in Lando’s bedroom. I’m in my new dress, a burnished copper shade that goes great with my coloring. Lando’s behind me in his best suit, his eyes dark. His hand is sliding up under my dress and inside my fancy new lingerie.

He cups me, then parts my folds. “So wet for me.” His finger presses inside me, stroking slowly.

“Lando.” My head goes back against his chest, my heart thudding as my blood thickens. I can’t deny him anything since that day — not that I ever could.

Our sex life has intensified, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. Lando has mastered the art of the satisfying quickie; he’s learned my body so well that he can get me off in no time.

When we’re not in a hurry, though — oh, the things he does. For hours. His quickies are amazing, but his slow burn is even better.

He nibbles the side of my neck. “Go up now, Brianna.” His thumb circles my clit; pleasure swirls through me, my hips starting to move in instinctive response, inviting him deeper. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” My voice comes out soft, dreamy, husky.

“Who do I belong to?”

I smile. “Me.”

Lando seals his mouth to mine, his free hand working his zipper, working my dress up, tugging my panties aside. His cock nudges at my entrance, then slides slowly inside. He holds my dress up in the front, so we can watch him touching me.

Within seconds, my breath hitches. “Lando.”

“You gonna come for me like a good girl?”

“Yes.” I tighten around him in preparation, and he growls softly.

“That’s it. Take my cock, babe, all of it in your perfect pussy.”

I’m whimpering with every stroke now, so close already. Lando speeds up a little as the urgency starts to ride us, his fingers stroking directly over my clit. My head goes back, he pinches my clit, and I clamp around him like a vise as the climax crashes through me.

“That’s my girl. I love you, Brianna Callahan.”

I smile at him, languid, sated, my heart overflowing. I’m still not used to him telling me; maybe I never will be. “I love you, Lando Adamo.”

“I know you do.” He kisses me again, slowly and thoroughly. “We better get cleaned up; we don’t want to be late.”

I grin at him in the mirror. “Brat.”

He just smiles and pats my ass.

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The Adamo clanis too big for everyone to eat together in one place, so special occasions like Thanksgiving and Christmas are hosted at multiple locations. This year, someone not-so-subtly suggested that Jade, Quinn, and I each attend separate dinners. We said no, but did promise to make pies for anyone who wanted them.

This meant we had to tell all our customers to get their orders in early, so we could spend the whole day before Thanksgiving just making Adamo pies. Quinn had a lot of requests for her vanilla spice ice cream, too, so we made a bunch of that.

The Callahans are therefore well represented at all the various Adamo gatherings today, even though we’re all attending the dinner that Kosta and Erin are hosting. One of the reasons we’re eating at their home is that Kosta, who used to run a nightclub and sometimes came up against some shady characters, has excellent security.

That’s the only real damper on the holiday season: we have to stay on high alert because of Bruno Santiago. We didn’t need another special visit from the mystery Adamo — who, I’ve now learned, is Lando’s cousin Matteo — to tell us that Santiago would be furious that we’d thwarted him yet again.

Until he’s no longer a threat, we have to assume he could come after any of us at any time. Some of the Adamo men have been reluctantly talked down from what Romero calls “extrajudicial remedies.” Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I can’t get too worked up about the notion of Santiago meeting some rough justice.

For now, though, we’re playing it straight, giving the system a chance to do its work and bring Santiago down legally. In the meantime, special security protocols have been issued for the whole huge family, even the many Adamos who have nothing to do with the Santiago feud.

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