on July 19, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 243 pages
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I’m that guy.
Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never looked so good.
This is book 5 in the Landry Family series. It’s Camilla’s story and is a Standalone. I love this series and this family! I recommend reading them in order, just so you won’t get any spoilers with the older brother’s lives. Camilla Landry comes from a well-to-do family. One of her brother’s is the Governor and the others work for the family business. She has no need to work, she came into her trust fund that her brother looks after, and helps her mother with charity and volunteer work. She’s currently going out with Dominic, a Heating and A/C repairman, who’s is also a boxer part time. She met Dom when he showed up to repair her air conditioning unit and was taken by him. She’s kept him under wraps from her family. It’s been hard for Cam to do that, hide things from her family. The Landry’s are a tight bunch; she loves her brothers and speaks to them almost daily. The only one that knows is her twin sister, Sienna. What started out as a casual fling is slowly developing into much more, although neither one wants to admit it.
“He’s wild and uncivilized, but disciplined and thoughtful too. Being with him is like the real world doesn’t exist. It’s like there aren’t societal rules with stupid expectations. With Dom, I can do what I want. I can be whatever I want. It’s a crazy, exciting life.”
Dominic and his brother Nate had a lousy childhood. He’s aware that Cam is the type of woman who should marry a man like her brothers, who wears a suit for work, and can offer her the lifestyle she’s know her entire life. Meanwhile, he’s just going to see how long they last, until Cam decides she needs to find someone who is more her style. Dom has so many things working against him, namely the Landry brothers.
“So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feels like. I’m okay with being used, because from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks has never looked so good.”
As things become more serious between them Cam tries to convince Dom he’s what she wants. And Dom starts to pull away, convinced that he’s nothing like she needs. Who will be able to convince the other? Things aren’t going to be easy. Plus, there’s the well-meaning interference by her brothers, who feel the need to look after their little sister. I hate that this series has come to a “sort of” end! I’m so looking forward to Sienna’s story, which will kick-off a brand new series called The Gibson Boys. Long live the Landrys.
He’s standing in the doorway, one hand on the sweatpants that hang just below his chiseled hips and the other leans on the frame. The tattoos that mark his flesh are vivid against his bare skin, making the blues of his eyes shine. He flashes a lopsided smile my way.
“Took you long enough.”
“I don’t drive like a bat out of hell,” I laugh, stepping past him. “Did you shower already?”
“Yeah. I smelled like gym floors.”
“As long as you don’t smell like gym whores,” I say, setting the bags on the table in the kitchen.
His laugh is contagious and I feel myself smiling. A set of arms cage me in from behind, grasping the table on both sides of me. My skin breaks out in a shiver as his
lips find the sensitive spot behind my ear.
His face buries in the crook of my neck and he takes a long, leisurely breath. “You
smell so good.”
“Keep doing that,” I say, relaxing my head onto his chest.
“Talking with your mouth against me.”
“You like this?” he asks all breathily so that each word whispers across my skin.
My eyes fall closed as I relish in this moment of nothing but him. “No, I love this.”
“Can I tell you a little secret?”
“As long as you keep talking, you can tell me whatever you want.”
He chuckles, dotting kisses up and down my neck. “I love this too, feeling your
body give up the fight of the day and let me take over.” He turns me in his
arms so I’m facing him. “I love that you trust me enough to let your shoulders
sink out of that perfect posture you walk around with.”
As he reaches up and undoes the elastic in my hair, I watch his features soften. He
moves carefully, unwrapping the tie from the twisted mess in my locks, careful
not to pull.
“There,” he says, cupping the back of my head through my long tresses, “that’s better.”
“You don’t like my hair up?”
“Not like you had it. You look to lunching-y,” he says, wrinkling his nose.
“Yes,” he grins.
“You are too cute.”
“You are too fucking sexy.”
Reaching up, I swipe the pad of my thumb over the cut above his eye. He flinches, but just for a second. “What happened?”
“Bond’s right hand.”
“I hate him.”
“So do I,” he snickers.
“Let’s get some ice for it.”
He leans in, his brows tugging together. “Let’s not.” His eyes hood as he takes me in,
his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. My knees weaken, my body humming
with delight at his reaction.
“I want to take care of you,” I whisper, although that’s really on the backburner now.
“Let me baby you.”
Instead, he lifts me up and places me on the table. My stomach clenches as he positions
himself between my thighs, my sundress curling at my waist. I ring my legs
around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs
against my opening.
He looks down. “You aren’t wearing panties.”