Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance by Alisa Anderson

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.
    He slipped his hand inside his pants, touching his penis. Feeling the smooth, veined, hardness.
    Dripping pre-come all over his fingers.
    A low, deep, groan of agony and need escaped.
    Forcing its way past his lips.
    He fisted himself. Stroking rapidly. Breathing faster. Harsher. Fucking his cock relentlessly. Desperately, as she fucked him…in his mind.
    In spite of himself, he visualized Ty. Sucking her gorgeous, pretty little clit into his mouth. Danny thrusting into her from behind.
    And Lena, grinding herself against Ty’s mouth. Forcing his head between her legs with one hand. Gripping the bar with the other.
    He imagined how slick and moist she must have been, sitting on Ty’s lap. Fantasy and reality finally converging.
    He remembered her face as she was about to come. The moist sweat covering her body. The way her lips parted. Her breathing, becoming more labored and rushed.
    He could still feel the air shift. Changing as she found her release with Ty. Her spicy, sweet scent. Mingling with his darker, earthier one.
    He stroked himself faster and faster. Bruising his cock. Making it rough and painful. Essential and necessary to satisfy the darkness of his need.
    Finally he obtained the relief he sought, coming with a torn, hoarse cry. The force of his climax ripped through him like a tidal wave. Holding it in for so long, he had no physical control left. He came all over his hands and fingers, a seemingly endless amount of warm, liquid semen.
    He reached for a crumpled napkin on the floor. Cleaning himself and sitting back. Letting his heart rate slow. Vaguely aware of the tears rolling down his face.
    Not wiping them away.
    He sat like that for a while. Staring out the window at nothing.
    Eventually he started the car. Driving towards the exit of the parking garage. As he drove, he noticed a familiar car parked