Page 22 of Finding Lord Landry

My breath came in shallow gasps as the tantalizing sensation of my orgasm began. “That right?”

“You like to be good for me. You like it when I tell you what to do.”

“Never,” I said on a gasp. My release wasright there.

“Put another finger in. Do it now.”

The second finger caused a delicious stretch. A slick sucking sound broke the silence as I moved them in and out.

“Another,” he commanded.

As soon as I felt the resistance of a third finger, my orgasm slammed into me, causing me to cry out. The sound of Landry’s broken curses added to the mix. Hot spunk landed on my stomach and fist and filled the air with the scent of sex. I opened my eyes in time to catch Landry with his head thrown back, tendons in stark relief against his neck.

He continued to groan and shudder through his own release while I devoured every inch of it with my eyes.

When he finally regained his senses, he gazed at the camera. “Come home.”

My heart did a swoopy thing in my chest. “I… I’m trying.” I swallowed and tried to come back down to earth. “Besides, you’re not even there.”

“I’m headed there as soon as I can.”

It took me a minute to realize he meant “home” as in… Majestic. “It probably makes more sense for me to go back to the city instead of all the way to Wyoming.”

A little crease formed between his eyebrows. “And miss Lellie’s birthday? It was one thing when you were going to be meditating with Chaska, but you can’t skip it just to stay in the city. You love that girl.”

It was true. I’d been following Lellie’s progress since she was an embryo, and Dev had put me in charge of making sure any child born out of his “donation” to his friend Katie was protected financially. I’d kept up a correspondence of sorts with Katie after Lellie was born, keeping up to date on her growth and welfare, and when Dev inherited custody of Lellie after Katie’s death, I’d finally gotten to become an active part of her life.

I missed her… almost as much as I missed Landry.

Which was a sign I’d fallen way too far off the don’t-give-a-shit wagon. This emotional nonsense needed to end.

I sat up and reached for a T-shirt, tossing it over my deflated dick. “I’m sure the Brotherhood doesn’t need their trusty executive assistant at the birthday festivities,” I said, wondering how to get off this call now that we’d had our fun.

“Dammit, don’t do that,” Landry snapped.

I blinked at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“After all this time, after everything we’ve been through, you’re going to act like you’re nothing more than our assistant? Are you fucking kidding me?”

This was veering dangerously close to emotional territory, and my mental sirens began clanging. “Ah… I think I’m due for a meditation session right now,” I said, looking around for my phone. It took me a few beats to realize it was the thing with the angry naked man on it, propped on my bedside table.

Fuck.

“Do not hang up that phone,” Landry warned. “We need to discuss this. Kenji?—”

I reached for the red button and ended the call.

I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed myself for being an idiot for inadvertently revealing too much.

I blamed effing Landry, with his rare vulnerability and his stellar orgasms, for this moment of weakness.

Of course I knew that I was more than “just” an assistant to the Brotherhood. They trusted me with their secrets. They relied on my advice. They respected my loyalty. I felt valued—more than valued—and it showed in the outrageously high salary that I made sure Iearnedevery single day. I couldn’t have imagined being this happy or professionally fulfilled back when I was a desperate twenty-something New York newbie accepting a temp job.

But.

Was there a part of me that sometimes watched the five of them together—these men whose friendship had been forged through unimaginable wealth and incredible pain, whose bonds were so deep they called each otherbrother—and felt like a bit of an outsider? Maybe. Yeah. A little.

Was there a part of me that wondered, if I hadn’t spent my college years scurrying from job to class to job, or every free moment in my current life devoted to the Brotherhood—if I actually made time for socializing—whether I could have had friendships like theirs? Yeah, okay, maybe that, too.

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