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 damage, 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.
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I LOVE the Landry Clan; they’re a tight knit and protective family – one that has each other’s backs at all times…even when it can seem a bit suffocating. Throughout the series, each one of the Landry boys have found their happily ever afters, working towards their personal goals now as much as they’re used to working on their professional ones, and it’s fitting that the series ends with Camilla’s story, the youngest of the Landry siblings…the one whose secret relationship Adriana Locke teased readers with in Swing, which bolstered my anticipation for Swink, readying me to meet Cam’s new boyfriend and understand why she’s keeping him away from her family at all costs.
Dominic Hughes may be a bad boy from the other side of the tracks, but that doesn’t mean he’s not every bit as honorable and loyal as any of the Landry men. Throughout Swink, readers witness Dom’s never quit attitude; we see how much he cares for his brother and nephew and how hard he works to do more than simply “get by.” I completely understand his hesitancy to immerse Cam 100% into his world – it’s grittier, scarier, and crazier than anything she’s ever dealt with, but that doesn’t mean she’s not able to endure…it doesn’t mean that she’s too prim and proper to get a little dirty and step out of her ivory tower.
At times, Dom’s stubbornness and close-mindedness, when it comes to their differences and his need to keep Cam out of his tainted lifestyle, is beyond frustrating, even if his past struggles and horrible childhood explain why he won’t admit his true feelings for Cam and embrace what they share, not giving a damn who judges them or him.
Adriana Locke does a great job of slowly releasing and adjusting the control that Cam’s family has on her life. Cam would look like a spoiled princess if she pitched a fit over not getting her way or acted like a brat simply because her siblings and parents have certain expectations for her. But she doesn’t act like a child, even when her brothers are out of line and make her feel inferior; she voices her opinions and concerns in a way that may seem off-kilter for how her brothers are used to her acting, but that’s just because they aren’t used to her passion or her fight, which they should actually be proud of because they wouldn’t want her to be a wilting flower incapable of standing up for herself. The Landry men may have guided and sheltered her for most of her life, but that doesn’t mean she can’t stand on her own…it doesn’t mean that she can’t live for herself and what she wants and needs, even if it’s not what her family “thinks” she needs.
One theme that Adriana Locke showcases throughout Swink is the idea of appearances and assumptions dictating impressions. It’s clear from the start that Cam and Dom come from two different worlds…that their childhoods were completely different…that her charmed life is nothing like the struggles Dom has endured since he was young…but that doesn’t mean he’s unworthy of Cam’s time or her love…that doesn’t mean they can’t make a relationship work simply because their differences are all that other people see and make it incredibly hard for Cam and Dom to see beyond them as well…that doesn’t mean Dom should prove all of their first impressions correct and give Cam up before ever truly fighting for her or proving that he’s more than where he comes from and what job(s) he has. And, if Dom’s the man he appears to be throughout the story, not by the things that he says but by his actions and how he treats Cam when he doesn’t overthink everything, Cam’s family will see who he truly is beneath his blue collar job and bad boy appearance and they’ll want him for Cam because she’s never been happier and that’s all anyone should want for someone they love.
What I love most about Swink is how Adriana Locke allows Cam and Dominic’s perspectives of themselves and each other to adjust and grow as their relationship transforms into something more than what they ever thought possible. They may adamantly deny that they don’t have a future together and that this is Cam’s “attempt at rebellion,” but their actions speak louder than their words and the fact that they’ve been “using” one another for over a year proves that Cam and Dom’s feelings for one another go beyond lust and indicate a chance to move forward as long as Cam can stand up for their relationship and Dom can stop feeling so undeserving of Cam’s love.
I’m incredibly sad to see the Landry Family series end, but the fact that Sienna’s story is going to introduce a whole new series has me wondering what kind of man is going to find a way to keep this wanderlust girl in one spot!
4.5 Poison Apples
“If I didn’t have to get up so damn early in the morning and head up north for a job, I’d be on my way over,” he promises.
“What would you do when you got here?”
It’s a loaded question, one that will only make it harder that he’s not here tonight. Not that he would be here all night anyway. He doesn’t sleep here. He won’t. He’ll come over, but I always wake up in my bed alone.
“I’d hope you’d be wearing that yellow silk robe that isn’t long enough to cover your ass,” he says, a grit to his voice that’s as smooth as it is rough. It reminds me of his hands—soft enough to caress, yet coarse enough to cause my body to fire on all cylinders. “I’d find you standing in the kitchen, watching porn on your phone.”
“No, you wouldn’t!” I giggle. “I don’t watch porn on my phone.”
“This is my little fantasy,” he teases. “Don’t interrupt.”
“Fine. Continue on,” I say, propping one leg up on a neighboring chair.
“I’d walk in behind you and almost lose it when I see you with your hand between your legs. Your head would fall back just a little as you moan like you do when you’re turned on. I’d wrap your hair, still wet from a shower, around my fist and tug your head back just a little more so I can bury my face in the crook of your neck.”
The whimper that passes my lips isn’t intentional, but I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to. The thought of his hands on my skin, his breath against my cheek, his cock rock hard and long against the small of my back, has me shifting in my seat.
Lifting the hem of my floral-print dress, I move aside the lace of my panties and feel the heat and wetness radiating from between my legs.
“I’d kiss you right behind the ear just so I could feel you shiver against me,” he breathes. “Smelling your vanilla perfume mixed with the scent of you all turned on would make me so fucking hard.”
“And me so wet,” I whisper.
“I lay my hand over yours,” he continues, “my fingers holding yours in place. You breathe in, the top of your robe falling open so I can see those big, round titties swollen for me, wanting my mouth on them.”
“God, Dom,” I groan, spreading my legs a little wider. Flicking at my engorged clit, the sensation makes me gush a breath of pure need.
“What are you doing right now?” he whispers.
“Ah,” is my response as I roll the nub with my thumb, my eyes squeezed closed imagining it is Dominic’s hand on me and not mine.
“Are you touching yourself, Camilla?”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Do you wish it were me?”
“I’d shove your robe up, bend you over the table, and bury myself inside you so deep you almost can’t take it. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I almost moan. My back is now arched, my breathing heavy and panting, as I replay two days ago when his words tonight were almost a play-for-play.
“I love the way you squeeze around me. Your little pussy almost milks my cock, begs for it. Do you know that?”
My eyelids squeeze together harder, almost painfully hard, as I touch myself in just the right way. The burn begins low in my stomach, the rumble getting louder with each and every movement of my hand.
The lace of my panties causes friction against the back of my palm, just another bit of sensation that sends me on a spiral higher and higher.
“Think of how good it feels when I hit that spot in the back of your pussy,” he coaxes. “The way you let loose. How your legs shake as you flood my cock with so much fucking juice that it almost shoves me out of you.”
“Dom,” I utter through clenched teeth as the tremors of my orgasm start to hit me full-on.
“You coming, baby? You coming thinking of me buried inside you?”
My body hums at the imagery he’s painted for me, the thought of him doing all of those things sending me on a high that could only be topped if it were him doing them.
Sucking in a breath, I hear him follow suit, as I whimper at the aftershocks of my climax. My legs relax, the riot in my stomach eases, as I let my head fall back with a contented, satisfied sigh.
USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.