Page 36 of Finding Lord Landry

Is he hurt? Upset?

I thought back to the image of Kenji alone in bed.

He has a cut on his temple. Not sure what from. He hasn’t said much yet. Showered and went right to sleep.

Bash

Is he coming here or going to NY?

We have to drop some people off in London first. Will update as soon as we know.

They asked a few more questions I didn’t have answers to before I ended the chat by saying I’d explain more after getting some much-needed sleep.

The next message was easier to send. I pulled up the contact information for Kenji’s grandmother.

I don’t know if you’ve been following the San Cordova story, but I wanted to let you know Kenji is safe.

Mrs. Toma

Thanks for letting me know! Will you ask him to call me?

We’re on a plane so he can’t call until we land, but I’ll tell him as soon as he wakes up.

Mrs. Toma

Are you with him?

Yes.

Mrs. Toma

Thank you, Landry. Please take good care of him.

That’s an easy promise to make.

After the chat ended, I messaged Nan and Cora to update them on the situation. Nan wasn’t thrilled that I’d made a deal with the devil, but she promised she’d have a room set up at Hawling House, where Kenji could rest.

After reassuring anyone who needed to know that Kenji was safely away from San Cordova and messaging Kenji’s assistant to upgrade the damned Wi-Fi on this plane to allow for video calls, I made my way back to the bedroom, stripped down to my underwear, and slid into bed again, trying to figure out the best way to tell Kenji the truth about who I was.

Unsurprisingly, no magic words occurred to me. It was as impossible to know where to begin as it ever had been.

I must have drifted off because I woke up to the shocking sensation of a hot mouth on my cock.

At first, I assumed it was a dream. “Kenji,” I groaned when the fantasy mouth pulled off me.

“Need you.You,” he said before sucking me down again.

My eyes flew open. Even in my dreams, Kenji had never talked like that.

His hand cradled my sac as he teased me with his mouth. I tangled my fingers in his long hair and bit out a curse. The man was naked and sucking my cock like he was trying to win a competition.

“That feels so good. Fuck. Let me… oh fuck.”

After a few more pulls, he lifted his head and met my eyes. His face was flushed, his mouth wet. “Want you to fuck me. Hard.”

I understood the need to reconnect after a harrowing experience, but I worried about the fervor in his eyes. “Kenji?—”

“Don’t you dare deny me this, Landry. Or I will go out there and ask Jamie Winthrop to take your place.”

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