A few years ago, I wrote a few scenes for a Facebook group. I ran across one this morning and thought I should share it with you in case you missed it. I mean, who doesn’t like a little more Lincoln Landry? Ha! 

“No? What’s that supposed to mean?” Lincoln looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Seriously. I don’t get it.”

I can’t help but laugh. “It means you aren’t getting your way. I know that’s hard to believe, but it’s true.”

His jaw drops. I swear it does. 
He shakes his head, like he’s trying to rid it of the cobwebs that he believes are affecting his hearing. “There’s no way you just said that.”

“Well, I did. I’m just not in the mood tonight, Landry.”

Turning on my heel, I start to walk away. I get about three steps in before I’m whirled right back around.

Giggling, I look at his handsome face. “Problem?”

“How are you not in the mood?” His brows are pulled together. “You’re joking right?”

I am joking, of course. There’s not a hot-blooded female on the planet that wouldn’t be in the mood to go to bed with Lincoln Landry. You can almost have an orgasm just looking at him. 

Sandy brown hair, bright green eyes, cheekbones to die for. A smirk that can drop your panties in a second flat. And abs that you could wash your panties on because God knows you won’t be wearing them around him. All of that plus his stamina is top-notch, thanks to spring training for the professional baseball league. 
But toying with him is fun. Keeps him on his toes. 

I feign a yawn. “I think I’ll just head to bed.” Turning towards the bedroom, I wait to hear him object. Strangely, he doesn’t. 

When I turn back around, my breath catches in my throat. He’s standing next to the couch, his shirt gone, his cock in his hand. 

He’s watching me, his eyes twinkling. “What?”

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching his hand move up and down his shaft. He’s rock hard, the head swollen, ready for me. 

My thighs clench together in a futile attempt at quelling the ache that’s growing wildly out of control. “Lincoln?”

“Did you forget where the bedroom is?” He pumps faster, never taking his eyes off me. 

I walk towards him and drop to my knees in front of him. My hand replaces his on his shaft. I stroke him, feeling the softness that covers the hard. My nipples bead as I see a drip of pre-cum glisten on the head. 

My tongue flicks out, swiping up the warm saltiness. He sucks in a gasp of breath as I pull the entire tip of his cock in my mouth. 

“Don’t,” he groans, trying to pull my head back. “Dani, seriously. Don’t.”

I take him in as far as I can, then pull it back out, twisting it like a lollipop at the top. Running my tongue down it length-wise, I peer up at him.

“I thought you weren’t in the mood tonight,” he notes. His hand goes to the top of my head, urging me to suck him in again. 

“Maybe I changed my mind.”

I take him all the way in, but this time, he completely withdraws past my lips. “Hey!” I object, rocking back on my heels. “What are you doing?”

“I think I’ll just head to bed,” he laughs, taking off down the hall. 

Springing to my feet, I chase him towards our bedroom. “You can’t do that!”

“Maybe I changed my mind.”

We stand face-to-face at the side of our bed, both of our breathing ragged. It’s a face-off to see who will break first. 

I slip my arms out of the sheath dress I’m wearing and let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him in a pair of white lace panties and bra, he grins. 

“You win.” I’m picked up and tossed on the bed before I know what’s happening.

If you didn’t read SWING, Lincoln and Dani’s book, you can do that on Amazon, Audible, or in Kindle Unlimited. It’s a standalone but is a part of the Landry Family Series. If you’d like to start that series, begin with SWAY.