Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance (9 page)

Ty couldn’t lie to himself, either.

This was no longer just about proving a point to Danny. It was about doing what he had wanted to do for years.

Stepping up. Trying to claim a piece of her heart.

That didn’t already belong to Danny.

Lena couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

In a million years, she would have never predicted this.

Her hips began undulating. Grinding into Tyler’s lap.

Reveling in the fact there was nothing between them now.

But skin.

She gasped, feeling his velvety smooth cock push past her thong. Rubbing against her pussy. Drenching it in her juices. She was so slick with her own wetness, it would have been easy to guide him in.

Which she would absolutely
not
be doing.

As long as
this
was all it was, it was ok.

This wasn’t really fucking. She clung to her logic.

Justifying what she was doing as harmless fun.

Ty was still Ty.

Lena was still Lena.

Still friends. Just having fun.

Not fucking.

And Danny. Couldn’t forget about him.

Sitting there. Watching it all.

Making no effort to leave.

She had never been more turned on in her life.

The thought of her putting on a show for him with Ty, made it all the more nasty.

Dirty.

Completely hedonistic.

Dear lord…what was she thinking?

What was she smoking?

“Baby. You’re thinking too much. Stop it.”

She once again, got startled back from her thoughts.

“Oh my god…Ty…what the fuck are we doing?”

“If I’m not mistaken, we were doing this.”

Ty lifted her hips. Dragging her pussy over his cock. Pulsing against her. Ready to explode any minute. He teased the entrance, never going inside.

“And this.”

He slid his hands back under her skirt. Parting her thighs. Touching her clit, with the pad of his fingers.

“And let’s not forget about this.”

He raised his hand to his mouth. Licking her cream off his fingers. Meeting Danny’s heavily aroused stare.

Danny had never experienced anything like this before.

He was about to come…
hard,
without even touching her. Was so engorged it was painful to move. Cock straining against the confines of his pants.

He made not one move toward it.

Ty was dealing with his own agony.

She felt so incredible against him. Her pussy providing more than enough slickness and moisture. It almost felt like he was actually fucking her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…
do that again
.”

Lena’s request a guttural, visceral, half-sob.

Gripping his thighs tightly as he ground his bare cock against her. The friction mounting. Surging. Out of control.

He knew she was close. So very close.

Ty whispered in her ear. How much he loved her pussy. How good it felt between his fingers. How fucking good she would feel around his cock. Sucking him off. How much he wanted to come down her throat. How sweet she tasted.

How she would feel coming against his lips. His tongue. His mouth. Pressure building…rising.

She was wound so tight. A beating drum.

Ty stroked her clit with his fingers. Rubbing that delicious cock, back and forth against the lips of her pussy. Creating a suction so hot and moist, they
were
fucking.

In a way.

The only allowable way. At least for now.

She clutched him again. Thrusting. Sliding herself against him. Eyes locking with Danny’s for what seemed like a lifetime, before shuttering closed with pleasure. She cried out, her scream lost in the loud rhythm of the music. Her orgasm one big tidal wave of emotion, and sensation.

Ty followed shortly after. Her orgasm seeming to take his higher. Making it hotter. More erotic. More carnal, than anything she’d ever done.

Lena felt the spurt of his seed against her skin as he released. He gripped her hips in an iron vice, thrusting upwards. Shooting out viscous, slippery jets of searing, wet come

.

Danny watched them both.

Speechless by the savagery of their climax.

Seeing her brought to orgasm by someone else was something he never knew he wanted.

She was both object, and fantasy. An instrument for her own pleasure. And his.

He was almost reverent in what he witnessed.

He watched her now. Collapsed over Ty, breathing heavy.

Returning to earth.

Ty kept his hands around her hips. His cock still under her. Out of the confines of his pants. Completely uncaring.

Danny needed to leave.

Before he did more than just look.

He left a bill on the counter for Dion, who had made himself discreetly scarce in the midst of…whatever just happened. He glanced at Ty, and found him already staring at him.

He seemed thoughtful. Almost sympathetic.

Danny didn’t want his pity. He didn’t want anyone’s pity.

Especially his.

Lena sensed his pain, anger and confusion.

It rivaled her own.

She didn’t know why she expected anything different.

Everything was…still as it was.

Except nothing was as it was. Not anymore.

It wouldn’t be again.

She looked up. Her eyes meeting Danny’s one last time.

He inclined his head towards hers. Touching his two fingers to her mouth. Placing them on his own.

Finally he walked away.

She closed her eyes. Blinking as they moistened.

She would
not
cry. Not now. Not after all of this.

He would not do this to her again.

Ty kissed her shoulder, suggesting she get cleaned up.

He felt her take a shuddering breath.

Nodding her agreement. She remained silent.

He didn’t push.

Better to let her have some time with her thoughts.

He was sure there would be plenty.

With many questions to follow.

Positive they would involve him. Partially.

Reluctantly acknowledging who would take up the rest.

Ty admitted to himself he was probably a douche, making Danny and Lena confront their feelings this way. Whatever he thought he was doing when he started, this wasn’t where he expected they’d end up.

What made him a bigger total douche, at least to him…

He wasn’t sorry.

Danny rode down the elevator to the garage.

Quiet. Pensive.

He briefly contemplated where his wife was.

Then realized he genuinely didn’t care.

He found his way to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat. Shutting the door. He sat there for a few minutes, leaning back. Closing his eyes.

He could still smell her scent. Beckoning.

Permeating his senses.

In his mind, she was fucking him. Sinking down brutally onto him. Her back pressed into his chest. His hands circled her waist. Binging her sweat slickened body closer to him. Her nails digging razor sharp slashes into his thighs.

Slamming down on his cock. Moving her body in time with his.
So fucking real.

He pictured her, bringing his hand around, playing with her clit. The two of them, stroking her pussy together. He would stop, long enough to bring his fingers and hers to his mouth. Sampling her sweetness.

He had to taste her.

Would die for just one drop of her ripe, delicious cunt on his tongue.

She would understand, and be patient.