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.”
Lena felt her mouth open on a O and then he lifted his head and did something she hadn’t seen him do for a long time. He grinned, a full on dimple making, Mason grin.
“And we’ve danced plenty of times horizontally.”
Lena couldn’t help it she grinned back at him and felt it all the way to her eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yep, but you love me.” he said flippantly and then froze. Lena stiffened as well and then watched as the wall came down over his eyes. She felt his arms unwrap and watched as he physically and emotionally took a step back. Reaching out with her hand she said softly.
“Mason.”
He held a hand up and she stopped where she was.
“No Lena.” he shook his head the cold eyes returning and locking with hers. She watched silently as he moved to her. He reached out and took her chin in his fingers and tipped her head up. “Don’t touch me, just let me..” he trailed off and leaned down in the middle of the dark dance floor, with the music throbbing around them and pressed his lips to hers.
She watched his eyes shut and kept her hands by her sides in small fists. His mouth was hard and warm as it pressed brutally against hers, almost in a punishing melding of mouths, then he pulled back and blinked down at her and said softly, “Thank you for helping me forget. But you really shouldn’t have bother, nothing’s changed.” and with that cutting remark he moved around her and walked off the dance floor.
Lena watched him move through the crowd and knew he thought she was going to let him go, and once upon a time, she would’ve she was so pissed. However, she had news for him. As he exited the dance floor a lady in a hot pink tube of a dress stepped up to him with a huge smile on her face. Lena had made her way over and was now behind him. Shelly had a hand on his chest and was shaking her head. Lena caught, “You’re not going anywhere.” as she stopped behind them. She watched as he glanced over his shoulder at her with narrowed eyes.
“Would you tell Monroe to move it?”
Lena pursed her lips and shook her head. “Nope, she’s right. You’re not going anywhere tonight, except home with me.”
She took great satisfaction in watching his eyes widen and he turned slowly on her.
“I thought I made it clear out there Lena. I don’t want that from you.”
Placing a hand on her hip she looked him up and down and tried to pull off an indifferent shrug. She wasn’t sure how she did, because quiet honestly she did want that from him, but he seemed to wince at her expression so she must’ve been convincing.
“I’m not offering you anything more than a safe ride home Langley. Get your mind out of my skirt.”
That seemed to piss him off even more because his back stiffened and he responded with a sneer.
“Feeling brave are we?” he leaned down until they were nose to nose, “How much have you had to drink?”
Tilting her head up she made a show of taking a breath and wincing, “Not as much as you. You smell like a bottle of scotch.” Shaking her head she said softly, “You’re head is going to hurt tomorrow.”
Grumbling he straightened, “It hurts every morning.”
Brushing past him she looked over her shoulder, “No use trying to get out of it, you’re coming with me and I’m getting you home safely.”
Closing his eyes he sighed then opened them and focused on Shelly then her. “Why?” he asked softly, “Why are you two here bothering me?”
“Because we’ve sworn an oath to help idiots.” Shelly grumbled.
His eyes flicked to her and then Lena reached out and took his hand. He stiffened and looked down at where she touched him then his eyes came up to meet hers.
“Because once upon a time I met a man who saved me.”
Frowning at her he tugged his hand free, “So what? You feel sorry for me and are here to what, save me?”
Nodding Lena stepped close to him. “Yeah something like that.” she paused then blinked and whispered softly, “I’m part of the reason you’re doing this.”
Snorting he shook his head, “Wow, don’t flatter yourself.”
Glaring at him she was about to snap back when Shelly pushed her out of they way, “Listen up buddy. You’ve been an ass for the last time, she’s trying here.”
He glared at Shelly and said between his teeth, “I told her not to bother.”
“Yeah well she wants to. For some insane reason she thinks you’re worth it.” she reached up and poked him in the chest hard. “Pull your head out of your ass!”
“Shelly.” Lena said softly reaching out to place a hand on her friends arm. Shelly looked at her with fury in her eyes.
“No Lena. Sure, this wont work the way it use to.” she turned back on Mason and asked, “But are you really willing to let her walk away?”
Dropping her voice she stepped back and said softly, “She didn’t have a choice in what she did. If you let her walk away you may find you don’t have a choice to get her back, is that what you want?” and with that she turned and walked to the door.
Mason stood glued to the spot with his eyes on Lena. Lena was about to say something, anything to break the awkward silence when he stepped forward and said softly.
“Fine Lena, you win. Take me home.”
Lena felt her breath catch and her heart clench, she’d won this round.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Mason climbed into the cab with two pissed off women. One was making it quiet obvious and the other, well she was sitting quietly between him and hot pink. He’d never seen Dr Monroe pissed off and quite honestly he pitied any man that went up against her, she was intimidating in all her hot fury. Lena on the other hand was fuming but she was sitting silently, almost as though if she breathed she would loose her temper.
He was trying really hard to push aside everything he was thinking and feeling but it was all swirling around in his head. The last time they’d been together, at her house when he’d given her the letter, and the way she’d looked at him as he’d left after telling her about his mother leaving her a part of the business.
His mother, that’s what this all came back to. Over and over he replayed the last line his mother had written to him and he shook his head, you need to forgive her. It infuriated him to no end that his mother had hidden such an important piece of information from him, but for Lena to have known, he just couldn’t seem to move past it. However, Rachel did have a point, she’d told him just the other day he was directing his anger at Lena when really it should be to his mom. After all it’d been his mom who’d chosen to keep the secret, but he couldn’t be angry at a dead woman. Could he?