Exquisite (39 page)

“Gee thanks a lot.” Lena shouted
over the music.

“Well it’s true! You hate drinking,
you hate having to be aggressive and I
know
you hate dancing. Tonight,
here.” she paused looking around at the sweaty pulsing bodies, “You’ll need to
do all three.”

Swallowing deeply Lena nodded
agreeing with her friend and wondering how the hell she’d ended up here and
reached out to grab the drink. Tipping it up she slammed it home and coughed
once screwing her nose up, “Oh shit!”

Shelly burst out laughing then
turned to face the crowd. Lena felt her friend freeze and her hand grip her
wrist. “Lena. Over there.”

Lena turned her head in the
direction her friend was looking and froze on the spot. Under the flashing
lights she saw Mason, in amongst the sweaty gyrating bodies, pressed hip to hip
with a blonde who was all over him like a second skin. He had his big hands on
the blonde’s ass and had her hips pulled in tight to his and her arms were
wrapped up around his neck with her fingers running through his wet black hair.
He had his eyes shut and was grinding his hips against the blonde’s like there
was no material between the two of them and Lena wanted to walk over grab the
blonde’s hair and yank her off him. However, he was doing just as much
clinging,
so maybe she could rip the blonde off him then knee him in the
balls.
She grinned maliciously at that thought then turned to Shelly who
had her eyes glued to the scene in front of them.

“Ahh, so.” Shelly said then looked
over to Lena, “Now what?”

Lena narrowed her eyes and said in
a soft voice that concealed all the pent up emotions she was having. “Now I
have a second shot of tequila.”

Mason had finally lost himself.
It’d
taken him around half a bottle of scotch and half an hour with Cindy, or was it
Mindy?
He couldn’t remember and didn’t care. She’d stopped talking and was
clinging and rubbing all over him and
that
was what he wanted, no
talking, just a sweaty curvy body. The music was moving through him and his
hips were working up a delicious friction in the notch between her thighs and
from the way she was moaning in his ear and gripping his hair he decided she
must like the fact that his hard on was pressing up against her. Sure, he
wouldn’t
do
anything with her or it, but it felt nice to think about it
for the moment and not all the other bullshit in his life.

He opened his eyes as the music
switched up and for a crazy second he was sure he saw Lena moving toward him.
He blinked his eyes figuring the combination of alcohol and the strobe lighting
was playing tricks on him, but no, there she was again as the lights flickered
then it went back to dark. He shifted Cindy in his grip and she groaned
thinking he was moving their position, when in fact he was just moving his,
then he lost sight of the vision in the crowd. Shaking his head he turned back
to look down at Cindy whose mouth was open and he noticed her eyes were
dilated, all signs that she was one hundred percent turned on and he suddenly
decided he needed another drink,
and
to get away from the blonde. He
took a step back reaching up behind his neck to grab her hands, and she blinked
a few times at him.

“Let go hon.”

She smiled, what he figured she thought
was a seductive smile, and said loudly over the music. “I can come with you.”

Shaking his head he replied, “No
it’s fine.”

She ran a palm down his chest
clutching his shirt and pulling him a bit closer. “Really. I’ll let you do
whatever you like.”

He took her hand and pulled it off
shaking his head again,
shit couldn’t she take a hint
. “Not interested.”

He watched her eyes narrow and he
thought if it was possible smoke would be coming out of her ears. His head was
starting to swirl and he ran a tongue over his bottom lip then turned on his
heel to make his way back to the bar and that’s when he saw her. Standing right
in front of him, like some kind of fucked up hallucination, was Lena. She was
dressed in a strapless corset of deep burgundy that laced from her navel to
between her breasts. Wrapped snugly around her hips was the smallest leather
mini skirt he’d ever seen and on her feet were the most wicked pair of fuck me
boots ever designed. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and was long enough that
he knew it fell down to the middle of her back and altogether the picture she
made was a fucking sexy one.

L
ena had ordered another shot, and downed it like
a pro then decided it was time to go get her man. Smiling over at her friend,
Shelly gave her a thumbs up and she moved out onto the dance floor. Somewhere
between leaving
Exquisite
and going home to dress for the club, Shelly
had persuaded her to dress to kill. As she stood in front of Mason on the
packed dance floor, with a few hundred people moving around them, his eyes
moved over her like the hot stroke of his hand, and she was happy she’d gone
with Shelly’s idea.

Spotting the little blonde move in
behind him, Lena took a step forward and was about to say something, when she
noticed a hand clamp onto his wrist. Like a spell was broken his eyes left her
and moved to his arm. Turning slowly he looked at the blonde shaking his head.
Lena couldn’t hear what was being said, it was to loud in the club, but she did
understand he was saying no and Blondie wasn’t taking it. So Lena moved in to
stand behind him and reached out, for the first time in months, and voluntarily
touched him. She ran a finger down his back noticing his black shirt was damp
to touch. She felt him stiffen and turn to face her. Lena smiled up at him with
the most seductive look she could find then she looked around him and narrowed
her eyes at the blonde.

“I’m cutting in.”

The blonde’s eyes glared at her
through the flashing lights and Mason stood speechless between them.

“Who are you?” the blonde demanded.

Lena looked up at Mason and saw his
eyes were clouded over, whether from alcohol or lust she wasn’t sure, but she
knew she now had his attention. Turning her eyes back to her adversary she
smirked. “You’re replacement.”

The blonde looked up to Mason, who
didn’t even turn to look back at her, then turned angry eyes back to Lena.
“Fuck you.”

Lena stepped in close to Mason
smelling the distinct scent of him and peeked around his shoulder. “No thanks,
you’re not my type.”

Suddenly she felt a strong hand
come up and grip her head underneath her ponytail.

“Who is?” she heard Mason demand
over the throbbing beat.

Lifting her eyes up to him Lena
moved in so they were closer, then rubbed a leg in between his thighs. “Right
now? You.”

His free hand came up to rest on
her hip and he gripped it tight and pulled her even closer.

“You’re drunk.” Lena whispered as
she rocked her hips into his. He hissed and leaned his head down to hers.
Knowing he was intending to kiss her she moved her head to the side and felt
him tense. Moving back he gripped her tightly and glared down at her.

“So? What does it matter?”

Moving her hands around to his ass
Lena took a good handful and ground against him. She heard him groan and it
rumbled right through her. “It doesn’t matter at all.”

Tipping her head back she thrust
her breasts into his chest rubbing herself all over him, knowing she was
driving him insane and pissing him off at the same time. He tried to lean in
again and kiss her, again she dodged him.

“Lena.” he growled narrowing his
eyes.

Rocking her hips on his she felt
him move the hand from her neck down to rest on the other side of her hip.
Blinking up at him, reveling in the feel of him after all this time she moaned
a little and replied in kind.

“Mason.”

“Why are you here?” he asked on a
strangled groan as she moved away and turned in his arms rubbing her ass up
against his hard on. He gripped her hips again and she raised her arms and
wrapped them up around his neck exposing her front to anywhere he wanted to
touch. She felt his hands run up from her hips to her stomach, then those long
fingers traced up the lace holding her top together and came to a stop when
they reached the bow at the top. He fiddled with it as she rocked against him,
then he dragged his palms up her arms and wrapped them around her wrists and
suddenly pulled them down from behind his neck and turned her face him, tugging
her in so close she lost her footing. Her hands gripped his chest and he glared
down at her with eyes that were clearer, but now showed the anger as well as
lust.

“Why are you here Lena? It can’t be
a coincidence.”

Blinking up at him she heard the
music change to
Closer
by Ne-Yo and she pushed in as close as she could
and reached up pulling his head down. “I’m here for you.”

He yanked his head back and ran a
hand up through his wet hair. Looking down at her he shook his head. “I can’t
do this.”

Reaching up with a hand she trailed
fingers down his cheek. He moved his face away from her and she flinched back.

“Can’t you just forget for the
night?” she asked. He narrowed his eyes and before he could answer she raised a
finger to his lips. “Just let me help you forget. Just dance with me.”

Swallowing deeply, waiting for his
answer, she felt the music throbbing through her and she let out a deep breath
gently placing her hands on his chest. Then she felt his hands grip her hips
and gently tug her in so their hips met.

“Just dance?” he asked.

Licking her bottom lip she nodded
blinking up at this man. This man who owned every part of her and she felt her
heart squeeze when he reached out to grab her hands and wrap them back around
his neck. He leaned his head down and whispered in her ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Mason closed his eyes and listened
to the beat of the music as it throbbed through him and into Lena. He buried
his nose in her hair and took a deep breath smelling the fresh scent of
vanilla. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her fingers were threaded
through his hair and every time she gripped them tight, as he ground his hips
into hers, he wanted to groan and take her mouth with his. Her hips were
rubbing on his with each beat of the music and he couldn’t help but run his
hands down to rest on the sweet curve of her ass that was wrapped up in black
leather.

He moved his head and his lips
found her ear and he whispered. “I never saw this skirt when we were together.”

He felt a small chuckle vibrate
through her and moved his head back a little when she moved to look up at him.
Her big green eyes flashed at him with the strobes and she bit her bottom lip,
and
damn him if he didn’t want to do that for her.

“It was packed away from my college
days. Shelly said I needed the big guns.”

Looking over his shoulder toward
the bar, trying to spot Shelly he turned back when he didn’t see anything, and
asked.

“So the leather mini skirt? Big
guns huh?”

Nodding Lena took a hand and ran it
down her hip shivering when her hand bumped his and he caught it and brought it
up between their bodies to his chest. His heart was beating hard and his head
was spinning as he watched her lick her lips and all he could think about was
tasting her mouth.

“Yeah, mini skirt is the lethal
weapon.” she tried joking. He blinked once then moved back to putting his lips
by her ear where he couldn’t look at her mouth.

“No you have it all wrong. The
skirt may be the ammunition but those leather fuck me boots are your big guns.”
 Groaning low in her ear he continued, “Holy shit Lena, you’ve never
looked sexier than you do wrapped up in all that leather.”

Her eyes moved to his and he
noticed they were wide and clouded and he could tell she was as turned on as
him.

“Just dancing, remember?” he
reminded her.

Licking her lips she nodded.

Lena was mesmerized. He was so
gorgeous here in the dim lights, with his shiny wet hair pushed back and his
hands wrapped around her, she was having trouble remembering the rule she’d
made for herself.
No sleeping with Langley.
No matter what, she would
not go back to his bed until everything was clear between them, if that ever
happened. She refused to go to bed with a man whose judgment was clouded by
drink, only to have him wake up and regret it.

That rule however, was easy to make
when Mason Langley was nowhere in sight. It was easy to say she wouldn’t fall
into bed with him when he wasn’t standing in front of her gripping her hips
telling her she was sexy and groaning in her ear like he was already inside
her.
Yeah, that rule was great when he was twenty miles away from her, right
now that rule sucked
. One of his hands moved down the curve of her hip to
rest on the side of her thigh against bare skin. She whimpered in the back of
her throat as his fingers crept slowly up her leg pulling the skirt with them.
The strobe lights had stopped and the music had switched to
Give me
Everything
by Pitbull, and he was doing what he use to do, singing in her
ear, about giving him everything,
oh how she wanted to
.

Lena closed her eyes feeling
herself dampen between her legs as the fingers on her bare thigh made circles
up and down her sensitive skin, he was driving her insane.

She turned her head and whispered
in his ear. “You dance pretty good.”
“We’ve danced before.” he responded moving slower now, really grinding into
her.

“In a kitchen? That doesn’t count.”
she felt him tense at the reminder of their lives before that night.

Then he leant down and said softly.
“I meant at O’Malley’s.”