Page 19 of Recon Rendezvous

“What's up, motherfuckers,” I call, approaching the table.

Eli and Ty look up, both flipping me off as they laugh, and I slide into the seat beside Eli.

“Where the fuck is Drew? He said he’d be here.”

“He’s coming, just running late. Something came up at the firm,” Ty adds. “He said he may just meet us there, if we finish up early.”

“What? Is he working on a new case?” He’s been busting his ass for years trying to prove himself at his father’s law firm. The guy’s brilliant and his father’s a fucking dick. They nod as they take sips of their drinks. Before I can whine about them not ordering anything for me, my favorite server approaches with my bourbon on the rocks.

“Oh, Susie,” I call out as I clutch my chest. “You are a sight for sore eyes, especially with these two around. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” I give her gimme hands.

She giggles before dipping her head, placing my drink on the table, and scurrying away.

“You're such an asshole,” Eli says with a laugh. “That girl has the biggest crush on you. Don't fucking tease her.”

“I'm not fucking teasing, you little twat. So, she has a little crush.” I shrug. “Why not let her have a little fun? Give her something to diddle her little skittle to later tonight,” I say with a wink.

They both groan as I take a sip of my drink. My thoughts wander back to who has preoccupied them for months. Tonight’s going to be a good night, and it all starts with her.

Five days.That’s how long it’s been since I’d last seen London, and I’m eager to get back into battle mode. I’d meant it that day when I planned to offer a truce. I could have put the mild hostility aside for a weekend of fucking, but now that she's staying long term, I've had to reconsider everything.

Funny thing is, no matter how annoyingly cool she is toward me, I know I'm not done with her. She’s been on my mind for far too long. That’s an understatement. She’s been on the periphery of every thought I’ve had for months. A wisp of her yet to be identified perfume has stuck with me and tortured me every day. I had the briefest taste of her, and my lips want to beg for more, for all of it. I have no fucking idea of what that looks like, but I could probably come up with a few ideas. Either way, I’m jumping in with both feet tonight.

Slapping the bouncer on the back, I step into the club. Squinting, I take a second to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness and all the fucking smoke billowing around. From the text Sasha sent, tonight is London’s ‘Back in the Saddle’ party, or some shit. The girls took her out to celebrate and of coursethe guys and I are crashing. There's no fucking way I’m letting her get back in any fucking saddle. If she wants a ride, my dick is completely willing and available. We’d love to slide between those thighs again.

Ty gestures to our left and I follow at a more leisurely pace. He and Eli want to get to their women, but I want to make London sweat in more ways than one. Red lights, smoke, and bodies writhing to the pounding bass welcome me as I scan the cavernous club, head bopping to the music.

What was once an abandoned warehouse, now sits this mammoth ultra-modern den of pure sex that reminds me of the devil’s lair. I happen to know one of the investors and that was the vibe they were going for.Mission fucking accomplished.Black polished floors, dark corners, a flickering light show, and aerial dancers hanging from the high ceilings, you can’t fucking beat the spectacle.

Climbing the few stairs into our private seating area, we’re right off the dance floor, a glass railing separating us from the crowd but still provides a great view of the grinding bodies. Surveying the area, the girls in question are laughing and dancing around a low black, stone-looking table that’s covered in liquor and champagne bottles. A smile pulls at my lips, watching London let loose like this. From the stories I heard, she’s more the straightlaced type. Smirking, I can’t help but think that I know her in a way no one else does. The hidden little slut who likes to be fucked on the counter in a restroom or will drop to her knees to prove a point.

London flops back onto the curved red couch, pulling Mia down with her as they giggle. Ty and Eli have their girls in their arms, so I slap Drew on the shoulder, nodding toward the drinks. The music is pounding, and my senses are practically overloaded as the beat drops, sirens go off, and smoke shoots out all around us.

Shooting a glance to London, she still hasn’t noticed me, or maybe she’s pretending. I can play that game too. Nodding again to Drew, he pours us shots of tequila. They go down easy, so why not take another.

Shaking out my arms, I turn to the crowd as zaps of electricity run along my skin, sending tingles through my body. I need to play tonight, get my hands dirty, so to speak.

Scanning the swaying crowd, there are a number of bachelorette parties, from the looks of the sashes and tiaras. Those ladies are always a good time. Drew sidles up to my side then and I raise an eyebrow, pointing out our prey. He gives me a look that I can’t decipher and shakes his head. Before I can question him, Mia joins us on my other side.

“Hey, guys!” she yells over the music.

Throwing an arm around her shoulders, I pull her closer. “Hey, you girls having fun?”

“Hell yeah. We went line dancing earlier at this little saloon. Sadly, I still haven’t found my Daddy Rip.” She pouts.

I laugh as she does a little two-step, kicking up her cowboy boots. That explains their attire tonight, her fuckingYellowstonefixation.

“I think you may have to give up on that dream. We don’t get many cowboys around here.”

We sway to the music for a few minutes before Sasha calls out, holding up shot glasses for us. Mia’s arms shoot up and she gives a little shout as she hurries over, and Drew and I follow at a slower clip.

Accepting my shot glass from Sasha, I kiss the top of her head before narrowed eyes capture my attention. I’ll admit it, London looks sexy as hell in her stupid cowboy boots and little fringe skirt that gives me glimpses of those smooth thighs every time she moves.

But I match her energy and shoot a mean mug right back before tipping my shot glass in her direction. Unimpressed, I watch, mesmerized as she rolls her lips, sucking her teeth a little. We ended things on a somewhat positive note, I’m not sure where this bout of hostility is coming from, but I have something to fix that right in my hand.

Ignoring us, the girls toast London, raising their glasses, laying it on thick with sweet and encouraging words, but she and I are locked in this stare down and I’d swear disdain wafts off her.

But something else swirls between us.

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