take some pictures of her and whoever she was screwing.”
“Landry,” I breathe.
He shakes his head a couple of times. “I never had him follow her at night. I never had him check any deeper into anything. They were men from the club, tennis pros, golf pros, but if I would have had him look just a little deeper, I would have found out the truth years ago.”
“What’s that?” I urge.
He’s talking around the problem and I’m dying to know what it is. “She’s an addict.”
“Yes, shopping, parties, and drinking. I know,” I murmur.
“No, Tennessee,” he breathes. “She’s a sex addict. It’s the only way I can think to explain what I’ve found out.”
Rising to my knees, I crawl over to him and sit down across his lap. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lean my head back slightly and look up into his eyes. He doesn’t do anything right away, then finally he encircles my waist with his hands and grips me.
“What happened?” I practically beg.
His amber gaze focuses on me. “She’s been an escort. For twenty-five years. She’s been selling her body since Lucinda was born.”
I gasp at his words. “Oh, Landry.”
“The thing is? I’m not even pissed off at her. I’m disappointed and when the kids find out…”
“They don’t have to,” I urge. Cupping his cheeks, I continue to keep my eyes on his. “They don’t have to, baby.”
He hums. “This is the only way to keep her quiet. She won’t want this getting out to her high society friends. If I don’t threaten her with this, she won’t stop and you’ll leave and I wouldn’t blame you at all.”
“Would you let me leave?” I ask on a whisper.
His eyes flash, and he shakes his head once before one of his hands leaves my waist and fists in the back of my hair. He tugs my head back, exposing my neck before I feel his tongue slide the entire column of my throat before his teeth nip my chin.
“Never,” he rumbles.
Chapter Thirty-Six
TENNESSEE
I don’t know what to think about Landry’s discovery, but I do know that I can’t leave him. Even as I said the words at dinner, they made me sick to my stomach. I love him too much, even if that vile woman makes me miserable the rest of my life, it would be worth it just to have Landry.
Shifting, I spread my legs and straddle him. My knees sink into the mattress at his hips at the same time his mouth devours my throat. Moving my hands, I slide them to his shoulders and my fingers grip them tightly.
Rolling my hips, I moan at the sensation of his hard length in his slacks. The thin material of his pants and the thinner material of my panties do nothing to hide the way he feels against my center, against my clit.
His mouth moves down my neck, to my collarbone, then he grips the neck of my tank top and tugs it down. “Please,” I whimper.
He doesn’t make me beg tonight and I’m grateful for it. His lips wrap around my aching nipple and he sucks my breast in deep as I continue to ride him dry. I need more, so much more. I need him and I need everything that only he can give me.
Without making me wait for even a moment, the hand not in my hair, dives beneath my panties and I feel his fingers press against my clit. He applies the perfect amount of pressure as I continue to move.
“Landry,” I cry as my hips jerk.
He moans against the flesh of my breast, then moves to the other one and flicks my nipple a couple of times before he opens his mouth and sucks me in deep, his tongue never stopping its movements. His fingers don’t either.
And. It. Is. Fantastic.
When two fingers slide inside of me, his thumb continues its delicious pressure against my clit and my hips buck. I’m so close, so incredibly close. My thighs tremble as I climb higher and higher toward my release and just when I think I’m about to come, he stops.
“Landry,” I snap.
He releases my breast, tipping his head back, he looks into my eyes with a drunken grin on his face. “Want you to come with me inside you,” he murmurs.
How can I get mad at that? It’s simple. I can’t. Nothing about him could really make me angry anyway, especially not this because Landry makes me feel more than any other man ever could.