Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance (18 page)

Lena frowned at them both. No one was loyal these days.

“Fine. You win, you cow. You know I can’t live without my daily supply. And despite my best undercover op on the case, no one can figure out where you get your special supply.”

She gestured to Dion.

“Get her whatever she wants. And then you’re fired.”

Dion looked horrified.

Reese patted his hand, sipping her drink.

“She doesn’t mean it. She fires me every day. Pay her no mind, love. Lena knows what side her bread is buttered on. And if she wants 
her next installment of jerky
 she will quit being a bully and play nice. Lena?”

Reese quirked her eyebrow in warning.

Lena sulked, folding her arms.

“Fine. Keep your stupid job. But I’m watching you.”

She pointed to her eyes. Then pointed to Dion. Making the slicing noise across her neck.

Dion breathed an obvious sigh of relief.

If he couldn’t stare obsessively at Lena’s breasts every day, life wasn’t worth living.

Reese rolled her eyes in disgust. Lena ignored her, taking a look at Reese’s outfit. Grudgingly admitting she looked good.

She still wanted to slap her though. The two observations weren’t mutually exclusive.

Her black duster hugged her voluptuous curves. Creamy ivory cleavage threatened to overflow from the plunging neckline of the dark burgundy silk blouse she wore.

Her always perfectly manicured nails, matched her burgundy lipstick, a richer shade of the same color. Her hair sat on top of her head in a messy, yet artfully arranged knot, giving her a “come fuck me” look. That always delivered the goods.

Lena recalled Reese telling her about her latest conquest, an actor whose legal birth name was Tom Jones.

No, not 
that
 Tom Jones, she told her, when Lena owlishly blinked at her. 

Horrified at his prospects, and with the foresight, wisdom and brilliance only present in men under twenty-one, he renamed himself 
The Movement.

Because that way…people wouldn’t confuse him with the 
other
 Tom Jones. Because he wanted to make it on his own skills and talent….whatever they were. Because at six foot five, with a head of shockingly blue hair, he actually felt he had to worry.

It’d be kind of funny, if it weren’t such a glaring slap in the face of the American public school system.

For the life of her, Lena couldn’t understand Reese’s odd taste in men.

Particularly, one who called himself 
The Movement
.

Apparently she had ruined him for all other women. Reese insisted with a straight face he was still in the hospital, being treated for dehydration.

“Penny for your thoughts, dear.”

Reese interrupted her musings, handing her a Corona.

“Ummm…nothing really. I was thinking you look good enough to eat.” Reese arched her eyebrow.

“You propositioning me, Lena Lou?

“Um. No. Well….Ask me in a year. I might be.”

Lena grinned at her, taking a swig of her drink.

“In the meantime, who’s on the menu tonight? I don’t see Mr. Jones anywhere.”

“Now you know he hates being called by his legal name.

Behave.” Reese gazed at Sebastian James, currently one of the hottest rock stars on the planet. His voice, and his gigantic cock…were legendary.

Currently in the corner of the lounge, conversing with Jaxon James. Lead guitarist for Retribution, and Sebastian’s little brother.

Sebastian looked over in their general direction. Like he knew he was being talked about.

“To answer your question…Movement is not on the menu. Well, movement, as in the act of movement required to get laid…but not with the actor known as 
The Movement
. That ship has sailed.”

“I see.” Lena followed her line of sight and chuckled.

“How long does this one have to live?”

Reese checked her watch.

“I’d say about two hours. If he’s lucky.”

She winked, giving Lena a quick hug.

“I gotta go, babe. I can hear SJ’s dick calling me.”

She gave Tyler one last longing look at the other end of the bar. Raising her glass to him in a slight salute.

“When you finish messing around with your little friend over there, send him my way, will you? I’d love to schedule a play date with him.”

Ty looked over at the pair of women, toasting them as well. He gave a slight, curious smile, before walking back to where Danny was standing.

Since when did Reese even notice Ty?

Lena asked herself why she cared.

“Who, Tyler? Girl, please. We’re friends. Do you, baby.”

“Not yet, love. He’s still a little hung up on you. But if you manage to set him straight, let me know.”

“Still? What do you mean?”

She sighed, patting Lena’s hand.

“Denial is not just a river in Egypt, my dear. This is Auntie Reesie. Remember that. And you ain’t fooling me for a minute.”

Lena gave her the finger as she walked away. Reese waved, promising to catch up with her later.

She pondered Reese’s last comment.

Why the hell did she feel completely and utterly overwhelmed?

Lena made her way back, over to Danny and Tyler. Wondering what exactly she was getting into tonight.

She felt unrestrained. Reckless. Making her feel all the more dangerous. She definitely wanted something…or
someone
. She just wasn’t sure what.

Where she was concerned, that was 
never
 a good thing.

As she walked up to the pair, Tyler was the first person that spoke.

“Took you long enough. Who was that, anyway?”

“You know my friend Reese. She runs the firm with me. I brought her on last year as a partner. You guys always talk shit on the phone.”

“Oh yeah. I remember her. Said to stop messing with kewpie dolls, and if I wanted a real woman, try her on for size.”

He half-laughed. Remembering he actually considered it.

Ty took another look at Reese on the other side of the room. He looked back, seeing saw Lena. Staring at him with a strange expression. He gave her a mockingly stern salute.

She frowned.

Danny cut in.

“I hate to interrupt again, but can I talk to you, L?”

Lena went silent. As did Ty. Staring at each other.

Lot of that going on tonight, it seemed. Ty looked away first. Taking a large gulp of his drink. He gave a bitter smile.

“So. This is an epic moment for you, I guess. Right, Lena?”

She gave Ty a murderous look before turning to Danny. Not making it easy for him either.

“Why?”

“Because I have some things I think need to be said.”

“Tonight?”

Danny glanced at the ceiling, exasperated.

“Yes. Tonight.”

He scowled at Ty, who grinned at them both.

“Please?”

Lena glanced back at Ty.

Why did she feel like she owed him an explanation?

Or anything at all? They were friends, nothing more.

Well…
something
more. But not anything she wanted to openly acknowledge at this very moment.

“Not tonight, Danny. It’s not a good time. It’s been a long day and I don’t want to think anymore.”

Danny looked from Ty to Lena.

Back to Ty.

“I see.”

He downed another drink. Sitting his glass on the counter.

Ty snickered. “Yeah. I just bet you do.”

“Shut up Ty.” Lena kicked him under the bar.

“Why?  Something you don’t want Danny to know?”

Danny tossed back another drink. Sitting his glass on the counter. Loudly.

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me.”

“Right now.”

“Yes, Lena…right now.” His tone was mildly impatient.

“You won’t talk. So dance with me.”

Lena felt the precise moment his mood shifted. He wanted to test her control. More importantly, he wanted to make her lose control. Dancing with him spelled the very trouble she predicted. Lots of it.

Alcohol with its crafty, evil ways set in. With it, the last of her reservations vanished. She never could resist a dare.

“Sure.” Her eyes raised to his. Challenging him.

“Why not?”

Danny took her hand. Placing it in his much larger one.

Lena looked over at Ty. “Hold my drink?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Tyler looked annoyed all of a sudden. Danny pulled her away before she could ask why.

She wasn’t going to analyze or overthink this time. She only wanted to feel. Be in the moment. No second guessing…or regrets.

She followed him downstairs to the dance floor. The hard pulsating beats thumped in time with her pulse.

Now or never.

Danny pulled her close to his body. Moving to the hypnotic rhythm. The crowd moved around them. Bodies grinding. Pressing together. Undulating. Almost in unison.

Lena felt the heat and sweat of her own body, mixing with Danny’s intoxicating scent. Feeling his erection grow through his pants.

Unapologetically poking her belly.

She looked questioningly into the silvery grey of his eyes. Turning from the force of their intensity. She wasn’t ready to process what she saw. She moved, her back now facing him.

Not a good idea.

Danny now had open access to her body. His hands circled her waist. He bent down, warm, moist breath touching her neck.

He whispered in her ear.

“I want to be inside of you.”

Lena heard him, but didn’t speak. She raised her arms above her head. Losing herself in the rhythm of the music.

The game they were playing suddenly moved to level five.

She undulated her hips slowly. Feeling his hardness straining against her ass. She slid up and down his body, never once breaking contact.

When he understood her intentions, he pulled her back. Closer to his chest. Rubbing himself on her.

Danny bent down, licking a bead of salty sweat from her neck. Kissing her shoulders. One, then the other. She closed her eyes. They moved in time with the music on the dance floor. The fierce, pounding beat continued.

He slid his hands up the front of her shirt, discovering she wore no bra. Covering her full breasts with both hands. Massaging them. Gently at first, then roughly. Pinching her nipples between his fingers until they stood. Pointed at attention.

Lena was going to detonate from the sensation. She pulled Danny into a dark corner of the dance floor, turning to face him. Pushing him backwards until he sank into the plush, empty chair. Straddling his waist.

In the dark all she could see was strange, silvery grey of his eyes, reflecting in the strobe light. But that didn’t matter. She saw everything she needed to see.

Years of pent up frustration, rage, lust…and need. Came over her in waves. She was officially out of control.

From the looks of it, Danny fared no better.

He slid his hand around the nape of her neck. Tugging her face down. Bringing her lips to his. Feverishly. Desperately. Without restraint. Mouths and tongues meeting in a chaotic, furious explosion of hunger for the very first time.

Danny’s hands encircled her waist once more. Pulling her closer.

She tasted the salty sweat on his lips. Vodka on his breath. Smelling his spicy, masculine scent. Permeating her nostrils.