Page 6 of Lennon


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JORDAN

I can’t remember a time when I’ve been more excited in my life. The atmosphere in Club Ecstasy is amping up the feeling of anticipation coursing through me. It’s all going to happen soon; I can feel it.

We’re going to get a chance with our woman. And she won’t be able to run away from us. Hell, she won’t even know who we are.

Not yet anyway.

I have a feeling she’s going to be pissed when she finds out, but that’s a problem for future Jordan to deal with. I’m going to make sure I charm her as much as possible tonight after we get her key. Technically, we already have it.

It’s amazing what a little money will do. I’ll take the name of who helped me out to my fucking grave because I would never risk their job.

I might have told my brothers I was sure I could pull it off, but I did have a little bit of doubt. The person who works here could have turned me down. Thankfully, a little sob story and some cash did the trick.

Lachlan has the key already and now this whole caper is off my shoulders and rests on his sleight of hand ability. I’m sure he’s been practicing even though he would never admit it to me or anyone else. I do know he wouldn’t leave this last part open to us getting caught.

That would ruin the whole fucking night.

Club Ecstasy is lush and it’s clear they are committed to making this first key party a success. There are drinks and little snack things to keep everyone happy as they mingle amongst the crowd. I’m sure it’s so people can meet and get their hopes up on which key they’ll be pulling soon.

I fully planned to walk around and mix with everyone, just to not raise suspicion, but the moment I saw Lennon across the room, it was like I couldn’t see anyone else. She’s fucking gorgeous and there’s an edge to her I want to press against to see whether she’ll cut me or not.

Her hair is a little past her shoulders, which is plenty to tug on and wrap around my fist at least one time while I’m plowing into her from behind. My cock loves the idea. Her hair is darker on top and lighter at the bottom and those lighter parts have been catching the light in the room since the moment I spotted her.

She’s wearing a pair of pants which hug her ass and hips, but flare wide at the bottom. It makes her look like she’s floating wherever she goes. She’s wearing a blazer over a bra, the straps across the tops of her breasts peek out at me from time to time and only make my cock harder for her.

If that weren’t enough—and it fucking is—her outfit is showing off the tattoo she has on her chest. It’s a filigree sacred heart with lacy wings and maybe some flowers. It’s hard to see all of it, but I can tell the work is beautiful, even at a distance.

I want to get closer to her, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself if I do. I’ve felt her eyes on me throughout the night as she’s made polite conversation with a few other people. She’s talked to a lot more women than the men in the room and I’m grateful as hell for it.

I’d have to hold Lachlan off if he saw her flirting with a man. I’m surprised he’s been able to hold himself back as well as he has so far. As it is, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off our woman all night. I swear if he creeps her out before we even get a chance with her, I’ll kick his ass.

I could almost feel his relief when he saw her walk into the club. He never allowed us to see even a little bit of doubt about who Lennon is to us, but seeing her picture and seeing her in person are two different things. Then there’s actually meeting her.

I have no doubt that she’s the woman for us.

Fuck, she’s captivating. Even from across the room. Even though I can tell she’s not entirely comfortable because she doesn’t know anyone here. Even though she’s here to have a night of fun with someone she doesn’t know.

She has no idea what is in store for her tonight and my cock throbs at the idea.

I swear people can feel my almost feral excitement that has me wanting to bounce off the walls. I’ve been getting interested looks from some of the women in the room, but they haven’t approached me. They sure as fuck haven’t approached Kemp who also looks a little unhinged and like he’s about to stalk across the room and put the moves on our woman.

He’s the one that people don’t normally know how to read out of the three of us. He has an aloof quality to him, but he’s not nearly as brooding as Lachlan. When he wants to turn on the charm you better fucking watch out. He’s a force. It’s what makes him good at his job in heading the residential side of the real estate business.

Lachlan was made to run the commercial side. He can rub elbows with corporate types without thinking twice about it. He thrives in that kind of environment.

I’m a natural salesperson and I have a trusting face which can put people at ease, no matter who they are. It’s one of the reasons I float between the two divisions of the company and go where I’m needed.

Sometimes I wonder if my brothers feel badly because I’m not in charge of anything, not really. They shouldn’t worry—I’m more than happy with being a leader in our father’s business in name only. I’m not really a follower, but I’ve never been interested in the kind of responsibility my brothers have taken on.

I’m happy to get out of the office and sell to people, no matter who they are or what they need.

I guess that’s one of the ways I was able to get done what we needed to get done to make this key selection thing go our way. If I hadn’t been the one asking, I doubt my friend would have agreed to help me no matter how much money was offered to grease the wheels.

Is what I did ethical? Not at all, but it was a means to an end. An explosive end that my brothers and I have been looking forward to for years.

Lennon is so close to being ours.

I would not have wanted to live with Lachlan if we left it to chance and her key was pulled by anyone else in the room. He’d be fucking unbearable. No one wants that.

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