Did he just call her a whore?
“Motherfucker.” She lunged at him. Danny stepped in between them. “What the hell is your problem, Ty?”
Danny shoved him back. Away from Lena.
“No problems here, baby. It was a simple question. What’s the matter, Lena? Cat got your tongue? Danny got your tongue?”
This time Danny lunged for him.
Lena stepped in, stopping them both.
“Oh, don’t you worry, Ty. My tongue is present. And accounted for. I would, however, like to see you alone for a minute.”
Her teeth clenched as she pushed past him, making her way to the restroom.
“Now.”
“I’m right behind you, love. You’ll sit tight till we get back, won’t you Danny?”
Ty gave him a sardonic grin. Danny didn’t look amused. Ty didn’t wait for an answer.
He hurried to catch up with Lena. Who walked through the crowd like she owned the place.
Well. She did. But so what. The crowd parted like the red sea. Knowing instinctively to let her pass. Ty scowled.
They reached the foyer near the unisex bathroom suite. Which was the size of some normal person’s apartment. Ty looked around. It was truly amazing. Lush, comfortable lounge chairs. Infinitely cushy sofas….total luxury.
“Love what you’ve done to the place, Lena.”
“Shut up, Ty. I haven’t given you permission to speak yet.”
Ty started to say something, but looked at her face.
Realizing she meant what she said. He wisely decided to keep his mouth closed. She motioned for the attendant to leave.
“Can you give us a minute, Vin?”
“Sure thing, Ms. Roman. I’ll be right outside the door if you need anything.”
He glanced at Ty meaningfully.
Ty sarcastically blew him a kiss, rolling his eyes.
She whirled around.
“You have five seconds to explain just what the hell that was.” She was beyond irate. Way past livid.
“You tell me. You didn’t say this evening was going a Danny and Lena fuck fest.”
She stared at him. Unable to speak for a second.
“I don’t believe this shit. What the fuck difference does it make to you? What I do, shit, who I do, ain’t none of your fucking business.”
He knew she was pissed when she slipped into slang.
Ty didn’t expect she’d appreciate him pointing that out at this exact moment.
So he kept his observation to himself.
“Jesus, Ty. Where do you get off telling me how to act? You can’t keep your dick inside your pants for what, five minutes? Then it’s out chasing after the nearest skank with her legs open and-”
Lena stopped. Shocked at saying that out loud. No idea where this irrational anger was coming from. Shit. She hadn’t even realized it bothered her so much.
Ty didn’t seem surprised.
“I was wondering when that would come up.”
He was quiet. Looking down at the floor.
“Look, it’s true. We don’t owe each other anything. It’s not like we’re together. We’re just friends, right?”
He smiled, sounding bitter. Looking like he wanted to say something else.
“You got that right, kid. Which means that my comings and goings, anything I do or don’t do with Danny? Means dick to you, Ty. Do you hear me? Dick. So please, let’s get something real crystal fucking clear. Pull some shit like you just pulled, in public, or in private and I promise, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”
Ty clapped his hands slowly.
“Great speech, Lena. You know, all this talk about Danny and dicks. I think it’s more than abundantly obvious where you’d rather be. On your knees, worshipping His Royal Nutsack.” He gestured to the door. “Please. By all means, don’t let me stop you.”
“Whatever, Ty. Be the douche we all know and love.”
She pushed past him to leave.
“You’re not even worth my time, right now.”
“Because all of a sudden you have bigger fish to fry, right? Better dicks to suck. Is that right, Lena? You know, it occurs to me. If you wanted to know what sucking Danny’s dick felt like, all you had to do was ask, baby. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
Lena froze.
She turned around. Slowly walking towards him.
“What did you just say?”
“Did I stutter? Just remember, he likes his balls held and cradled while he’s being sucked. But that shouldn’t be an issue for you, right? After all, you have the biggest balls of us all.”
Lena was quiet as she considered his words.
Then punched him in the mouth.
Damn, that felt good.
Her hand would be sore though. She winced. It never looked that way on television.
“Fuck. What the hell is wrong with you?” Ty touched his bloody lip, already starting to swell. “Are you fucking crazy?”
When he saw the blood on his fingers, he looked up.
Zeroing in on her.
Uh oh.
She knew this time, she went too far.
“Ty, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
He shoved her up against the bathroom wall.
“That was a mistake.”
Lena felt her heart beating erratically in her throat.
She stared up at him. “So is this.”
She yanked his head down. Bringing his lips to hers.
She always knew the bastard could kiss.
He glided his tongue into her mouth, pulling her closer. She felt the familiar push of his erect cock in his pants.
She licked his lip where she punched him. Trying to soothe the sting. He winced at the pain of her tongue over his raw, split skin. His blood tasted warm. Coppery. Metallic.
His mouth volatile. Dangerous. Uniquely Tyler Malone.
Ty reeled back, momentarily stunned.
They stared at each other for what seemed like eons, before he slammed his mouth into hers. Wholly claiming her lips. Teasing, tormenting, sucking them, until they were red and swollen. Bruising her lips with the force of his kiss. One hand pulled her close, until she could barely breathe.
Both hands circled her waist as he kissed her. Harsh with need and frustration. Squeezing her forcefully, like she was a dream he desperately needed to hold on to.
He pressed into her. Using his hands to block her escape. She laid her hand on his chest, in an achingly familiar gesture.
Feeling the rapid beat of his heart. The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. In and out. Hot and moist. Against her face. Like the first day they met. All those years ago.
Lena took in a shaky breath. Even the air around them...stilled. Déjà vu again. He sighed, breathing her name. Just once.
“Lena.”
Ty looked down at her.
She smiled up at him. Eyes welling.
“Ty.”
At that exact moment, she knew she was in love with him.
Somewhere inside, she had always known.
Damn his stupid, stupid hide for this.
Damn him.
Lena imagined an eighteen wheeler, hammering into her gut, would feel about the same way. She felt more alive than she ever had in her life.
Wait.
By Lucifer’s testicles…
She snickered to herself. That sounded funny.
Stop fucking around, dammit. Focus.
Oh yeah.
What in the entire hell were they doing?
And why did she continue to ask herself the same asinine questions?
This was completely, absolutely, hands down, the dumbest thing she had ever done.
Dumber even, than the time she got drunk off of Boons Farm Apple Wine when she was eighteen and tragically learned she indeed, could not walk on the ceiling.
This was…insanity.
This was…ridiculous.
This was…too fucking good to pass up.
Book 3
Chapter 1
It was a Friday.
Five years ago to the day, to be exact.
She knew this, because she was at her Uncle Nick’s grand opening of Takers. She was meeting Ty there, with a few friends. It was right before the band made it really big. She smiled. He could still do shit like that without being mobbed then.
She couldn’t count the amount of times he crashed at her place. The two of them had become close, so quickly. Maybe too quickly. She didn’t know.
She’d never let her guard down so fast, but with him, it was easy. He didn’t judge her. For anything. He loved her as is.
She was still trying to find herself. Trying not to rely on her family’s connections for a change. To finally do something she could take credit for. After she met Ty, she knew it wasn’t being editor of Rolling Stone magazine.
Romans don’t follow. Her parents taught her that.
She didn’t really know what the fuck was coming out of her mouth when she told Ty she was going to make them the most famous group on the planet. She just knew the minute she uttered the words, they were true.
It was going to happen. She could feel it.
She wanted to meet with the rest of the group and get a game plan in place for their plan of attack. Opening night at Takers seemed just as good a place as any.
And yes, she was using some family connections. Hey, it opened doors.
She still had to walk through them, though.
Ty didn’t know who her family was yet. She wanted to keep it that way. She used her mother’s maiden name, Troy, most of the time anyway. Technically it was legally part of her name. Her mother insisted on it, claiming no way was some Italian gangster wiping her family’s history and existence off the planet.
Something to that dramatic effect. Her father, said Italian gangster, rolled his eyes and complied. He did a lot of that where her mother was concerned. It was probably for the best.
Ex-operatives could be twitchy. And impatient.
Her mother being all three.
She took a good look around the place. It looked amazing. The girls looked hot and the clientele looked ready to be entertained. She couldn’t wait to show it off to Ty and the guys. First rule of Roman business, get your clients as relaxed as possible.
A happy client…was a happy client.
She grinned. Her uncle taught her that.
“So how do you like the place?”
Lena turned around. Speak of the devil.
“Uncle Nicky!” She squealed, jumping up to give him a hug.
“Can you stop with that Uncle Nicky shit? I’m only six years older than you.” Nick frowned at her. “And what are you wearing? There’s hardly any material.”
“You know I only say it because it truly gets the entire fuck on your nerves.” She grinned. “And quit giving me shit about my outfit. Your girls are wearing much less.”
He laughed out loud. “They’re exotic dancers. What the fuck are they supposed to wear? Suits?”
“Whatever. Is Ty here yet? I don’t see him.”
“Ah. The illustrious Tyler Malone. You been keeping this one under wraps. Is it that serious?”
“Don’t start, Nick. And it’s not like that with me and Ty. We’re just friends.”
“Uh huh. My ass.” He snorted, ordering a drink.
“Is he here or not...Uncle Nicky?”
“Didn’t I tell you to quit with that shit?” He scowled, gulping his drink.
“Yeah. He’s here. The rest of the band too. They’re in V.I.P. getting…V.I.P.’d.”
He chuckled.
“Um…Ok. Great. I’m afraid to ask what that means. And I will quit….when you stop fucking with me. Must you always be the older brother I never wanted, but got anyway?”
“That’s why you love me, though. Admit it.” Nick grinned, that killer grin of his that used to always make her weak in the knees.
She would admit it. To herself that is. She had the biggest crush on her uncle growing up, crying terribly when told she couldn’t marry him. He was her most favorite uncle. More like older brother, given the age difference.
She adored him, and every rotten thing he did.
Like the time when she was five and he dipped her hair in yellow paint, coloring her face blue with marker. Her mother sighed, and she got to go to school dressed as Smurfette for Halloween.
Whenever he would travel, he always thought of her. He would send her funny post cards, candy, cookies, jewelry, treats galore.
He spoiled her rotten. She let him.
It was their thing.
“So who was the other dude with him?”
“What?” She was distracted. As usual.
“Dude with the weird, grey eyes.” Nick eyed her with exasperation.
“You mean Danny.”
“The fuck I know. Yeah. Him, I guess. Stay away from that one, baby. He’s got some fucked up mojo going on. Or something.” He lit a cigar, puffing thoughtfully.
Probably. Her uncle’s instincts were rarely wrong. Ran in the family.
Maybe she should’ve listened.
Maybe she wouldn’t be here.
Right at this moment.
Huh.
Curious time for this sort of self-analysis.
Wasn’t it odd she remembered this, now?
When she was about to fuck the person who was…not Danny.
Shit.
Tyler.
Dammit.
She loved him.
Was in love with him.
Fuck.
She hated that she loved him.
She was head over fucking heels.
In love with Tyler, happier-when-I’m-fucking, Malone.
Frickity, Frick, Frack, Fuck.
A duck.
Now she sounded nuts.
Looks like a duck, walks like a duck…
Stop…with the duck thing.
Lena knew she had been lying to herself. Every day she ever told herself she didn’t want him. Every day she denied he wasn’t in her heart. In her soul.
She had been lying, every damn day she denied in some selfish way she always considered him hers. No matter who either of them were with.
She needed to face the truth.
One way or the other, one of these bastards was seriously going to fuck up her hair tonight.
She sighed.
The trouble she managed to get in.
Such a naughty little girl.
She looked down at Ty, currently working the zipper on her skintight leather pants. Finally succeeding in getting them unfastened, shoving them down halfway. She expressed her thoughts to him.
He paused thoughtfully, agreeing, before slipping his hand inside her underwear. Fingering her standing up. He brought his hand up, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Soaking wet with her juices. He groaned.
“What you do to me, Lena. Jesus.”
He sucked his fingers to his mouth, continuing to kiss her lips. Her tongue darting out, capturing her essence from his tongue. Both of them sucked at his fingers, until just the memory of her remained.
Vaguely, off in the distance, Lena was aware of where they were, and what they were doing. Part of her knew they were both crazy.
The other part didn’t care.
He used his other hand, delving deeper. Gently pinching her clit. Soothing away the light sting with the pad of his thumb. Lena closed her eyes, wanting to sink onto the floor.
What he could do with his fingers. The feeling was almost too much. She felt herself falling. Tyler held her up, pinning her wrists high above her head.
“Not this time, baby. You follow my lead.” She could only stare at him. Mutely letting him take the reins. Doing what he did best.
He bent his head down, his teeth raising her painted on red tank top. He bathed one dark nipple with his tongue. Then the other. Back and forth, until she was panting, moaning in a yearning agony. He sucked on them, mercilessly tasting, teasing, until she
cried out. In pain and in pleasure.
She didn’t know how much more she could take.
He let go of her hands, sinking to his knees. Burying his face between her legs, his mouth everywhere. She moaned aloud as he licked, sucked and lightly bit every area of her pussy. He alternately used his fingers, inserting them four at a time, in and out, until she begged him to stop.
“Did you really want me to stop?” Tyler sounded smug.
“No, damn you.” If he did, she’d kill him.
“Jesus, keep doing whatever you’re doing. I can’t even think right now. Shit. What the fuck am I going to tell Danny?”
“You won’t tell him anything, love. It’s not his fucking business. Just sit back and enjoy it.”
She looked up at the ceiling, then down at him. Thoughtful.
“You and me, Ty. It won’t work. You know that, right?”
He didn’t speak for a second, as he looked at her. He nodded.
“Just for tonight, Lena, let’s forget about all that. Is that all right with you?”
She nodded too. After that, he didn’t give her a chance to feel guilty about anything.
He lapped her up. As she came into his waiting, open mouth, he swallowed it all.
He stood, erection clearly straining against the confines of his pants.
Lena felt like pure liquid heat at this point.
And she hated to see someone else looking so uncomfortable.
She smiled and whispered, “My turn.”
Chapter 2
“Lena, you don’t have to-” He began as she kissed him, tasting herself again on his tongue. She bit him lightly, sinking to her knees.
“Shut up, Ty.” She tugged on his jeans, pulling his fully engorged cock out of his pants. She stroked it, watching in fascination as it formed a bead of moisture on the tip, before eagerly licking it off. He moaned, thrusting himself into her waiting open mouth.
She took him, between her lips, deeper, until the tip of his head reached the back of her throat. She almost gagged, but managed to create a suction motion. He cried out hoarsely, putting his hands on her head.
He moved her head up and down rhythmically, letting the tip go in, then all the way out. She cupped his testicles, softly massaging them. Taking them into her mouth as well. Licking the sides like a lollipop. Staining his cock with her blood red lips as she kissed it.
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