“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.”

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.