24 A Gift

Lisa's POV

"I'm curious what you packed in that bag of yours? What are your essentials?" I asked Jared as we walked around the department store. I offered to buy him clothes since because of me he had no money now. Well, really, because of his dad, but I still feel partially guilty for it.

"It's kind of embarrassing," he said, burying his hands deep in his pockets.

"Come on, tell me. I will not make fun of you for it," I promised, while gently nudging him with my elbow. Jared was feeling like a little brother.

"Fine, but you really can't say anything about it."

"Promise."

"I packed my laptop, the only picture of mom I have, some underwear, because I refuse to wear dirty boxers, and my favorite book that I've read so much the binding is about to break."

I smirked at him, really getting a deeper look into the kind of person he was. There was nothing on that list I would make fun of him for. Although, I wanted to laugh at his underwear comment. I knew little about Chris and Jared's mom. I'd never seen her or really heard anything about her.

"Where is your mom?" I blurted out, because apparently I have no filter today.

"Dad had her put in a mental facility when she tried to commit suicide. He'd abused her a few too many times, had her do things she never wanted to. They keep her so drugged up there that she can't even have a conversation. I used to visit her a lot, but I realized that my visits were only upsetting her even in her drug induced state. I stopped going a couple of years ago. Now I just look at that picture and try to remember how mom used to be."

I wasn't expecting him to say something so dark. With the way his dad is, I should have, but I didn't. Mom could get away from Dad without too much damage. I just assumed his mom did the same. My head hung as we both got quiet. The mood had definitely shifted.

"Lisa!" Rachel's familiar voice hit my ears, causing me to look back up.

She'd dyed her hair back to its natural black, let it wave a little past her collarbone now. She was doing her internship now, keeping her visits to a weekend a month. I forgot this was that weekend. But what were the chances I'd run into her here? Either way, it made me smile. I love my cousin.

"Rachel!" I held my arms open, mirroring hers as she ran towards me. We hugged tightly with a small giggle before we broke apart.

"Who's the guy? Have you turned into a cradle robber?" She teased me, keeping her voice low so Jared wouldn't hear from a few feet behind me. I laughed at the suggestion, and the way her bluntness had not changed over the years.

"No. In fact, it's the opposite." I hadn't really told many people about Davis. It's not that I was ashamed. I just like keeping him to myself. "I'm with Davis."

Rachel's mouth dropped open as she stared at me with wide eyes. She stayed like that for a good minute, unwilling to compose herself.

"The hot Viking? How old is he?"

"Forty-two," I averted my eyes as I answered, feeling a little embarrassed by our age gap. I knew he was a lot older than I, but it didn't feel like it when we were together.

I love him with all my heart, no matter what.

"Holy shit, Lisa. You bagged a good one! I bet he's great in bed." She laughed, poking my side with a wiggle of her brows. I should have known she wouldn't judge me or Davis. This was Rachel.

"He really is." I laughed alongside her until Jared finally stepped forward. He'd hung back, giving us our time. He was very respectful.

"Rachel, this is Jared, my friend. Jared, this is Rachel, my cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Rachel." Jared gave her a curt nod as he greeted her.

"Likewise."

"Want to walk around with us? We're buying clothes for Jared." I wanted to keep talking to her, and I wanted her to get to know Jared a little better. I didn't expect Rachel to get beet red for some reason.

"I can't. I, um, came to buy something that uh,"

Rachel never fumbles with her words. That was when I realized what department we were in. Jared and I had been distracted with the news of his mom that we were walking around aimlessly, landing us in the women's intimate department. I realized amongst the walls and panties was a mixture of lingerie and robes.

Oh, my gosh! She was buying lingerie for someone.

I laughed so hard, only making Rachel turn a deeper shade of crimson. She slapped my shoulder hard, with her lips pressed together. Rachel has never once been so embarrassed with me. This was a very rare sight, and I was glad I got to see it.

"Who are you buying it for?" I poked her red cheek, making her slap my hand away.

"You can't tell Lucas," she said, pointing her finger at me in all seriousness. This only drove my curiosity up.

"Fine, I won't. Although, I don't see why you wouldn't want to tell him. You're closer to him than you are to me."

"It's Leo."

Holy fucking shit! Yes!

"Finally!" I said a little too loudly, causing her to shush me.

It was about damn time.

"What do you mean, finally?"

"You've had a crush on him for years. Even Liv picked up on it. I am glad you finally acted on it, because Leo would have never made the first move." Rachel smirked, letting me know I was right. "I'm glad you guys are together, and I am sure Lucas would feel the same way. Tell him soon, before he gets mad you kept it from him."

"You don't think he'd be mad?"

"Not at all. He and Liv have been trying to get you guys together since last Christmas."

"That explains a lot, but that's actually when we first hooked up." She turned red again as she confessed her secret to me.

"You guys have been seeing each other for that long?! Rachel!" I scolded her for not having told me earlier.

"We were worried you guys would be mad. I'm sorry."

"I'm only mad you didn't tell me sooner. I am happy for you, though."

"Thanks, Lisa."

I couldn't believe they have been seeing each other for almost a year now.

"It's fine, but you seriously need to tell Lucas soon. I'll let you do your thing, but I say get the purple one over there. You'd blow him away with that one." I winked at her, grabbing Jared's arm and pulling him away. "See you later, Rachel."

I left Rachel a hot, embarrassed mess in the aisle, laughing as I dragged Jared away. Good for her. She and Leo were perfect for one another. They know each other the best.

"Who's Leo?" Jared asked.

"He's a good childhood friend. We all grew up together." The thought of my childhood only brought thoughts of John flooding back into my mind. I pushed it to the side, not trying to get depressed. "Let's get what you need and finally leave, yeah?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm ready to stop being stared at."

Poor kid has gotten more attention now than he ever has before.

Davis' P.O.V.

Frank uploaded everything we had on the judge and his son. He leaked it to the media, and the world was in a frenzy, calling for justice. It wasn't long until they reopened the case, and the judge, along with his son, were brought in. Idris no longer had a judge in his pocket, and as such, was free to touch now.

I would keep the stuff about his younger daughter as blackmail to keep him from opening his mouth when Lucius did what he did best. Putting Idris in jail would not be enough, not after everything he had done. He needed to feel the physical pain he had caused his ex wife, Lucas, and Lisa. I would multiply that pain.

"I sent you everything on Idris' illegal activities. Wait until next week to have him arrested. Lucius and I have to do our thing first," I spoke into the phone, having it pressed between my cheek and shoulder as I checked the setup of the rings to ensure they were safe.

"You know, I still think it's a dangerous plan. You shouldn't be doing this, Davis. Just let the law handle him. We have what we need, and without the judge, he'll be going away."

"You and I both know you can't guarantee that," I reminded him, standing straight and holding my phone with my hand now. There was a rage building in me, one I had been having a hard time controlling here lately. "I am getting my justice for Lisa, with or without your approval, Derek."

"Shouldn't it be Lisa getting her justice? Let her decide, Davis."

His words hit harder than I was sure he even intended them to. I'd been caught up in my anger over what he'd done to her, but I've never asked her if what I had planned was what she wanted. She ruined his image through the media as her form of getting back at him, but was that enough for her?

I need to talk to her.

"Yeah, okay." I sighed, staring up at the brown beams on the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse.

He was not wrong.

"Let me know what she says."

The line went silent after that, signaling he hung up. I felt a weight on my shoulders, feeling guilty that I had taken over her revenge in a way. I had forgotten this wasn't about me and what I believe he deserved. This was about Lisa, and what she wanted to do. I wanted her to feel like she had gotten justice, and if that meant just putting her dad behind bars without all this extra stuff, then that was what we would do.

"I have something for you," I said, smiling at Lisa widely.

I have been wanting to give her the Triumph for a while now, but hadn't felt the moment was right yet. With everything that was going on, I felt like a happy gift would be good for her right now. Something to keep her spirits up.

"Oh, do you?" She arched a brow in suspicion, making me smirk. She knows me well.

"Do you want it, or not?"

"Hmm, I'll have to think about it," she said, tapping her chin playfully. She had an amused spark in her eyes as she fought off her playful smirk.

"That's okay, I'll just give it to someone else then. It's too bad, you would have really liked it."

I turned, pretending to walk out of the kitchen Lisa had been eating in. She should call me back any minute. I took a step, then another, then another, but nothing. Why wasn't she saying ‘wait, I want it'? I couldn't help myself. I turned curiously to see her directly behind me with a big smile and absolutely no clothes on.

"What's this?"

"Give me my gift, and I'll give you a gift back."

This woman.

"Deal."

She held her hands out before her, pressing her supple breasts together in the process.

Fuck if this woman didn't turn me on so much.

"Here you go," I said, handing her a set of keys. She cocked her head to the side curiously before she recognized them.

"Are you serious?!" she yelled with excitement, jumping for a second. I loved watching her breasts bounce as she did. She was turning me on without even having to touch me.

"I'm very serious, Lisa. It's yours. Honestly, it's been yours for a while."

"Thank you." She smiled up at me so happily it reminded me of the pure-hearted smiles children have.

"My turn. What's my gift, Lisa?"

She took a step closer to me with a smile that told me she was up to no good.

"You can do whatever you like to my body, Davis. I trust you completely. Love me, fuck me, mark me, whatever you like." Her voice was seductive as hell as she gave me permission to consume her whole, however I wanted.

"Anything I like?"

"I trust you. Anything you like, my Viking."

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, its silky strands slipping through my fingers as I tugged on it lightly so that she had to look up at me. Her eyes were hungry, but they held an intensity that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a profound love, one that burned in my eyes for her, too. Our lips met with a fervor, igniting a flame of desire within us. It burned so hot and so intense that we couldn't break apart, even to catch our breath.

I let my hand trail the length of her body from the end of her ass to the tip of her shoulder. Her skin felt invitingly soft and smooth, radiating warmth. She quivered as I continued to caress her softly, her goosebumps rising beneath my fingertips. With my hand still fisted in her hair, I controlled her head more, pulling her closer. My tongue gently tangled with hers, tasting the sweetness of the cantaloupe she'd just eaten.

I wanted her. I had always wanted her. She was like a high I couldn't get enough of. I couldn't get away from the all-consuming love I had for her. No longer interested in teasing her, I let go of her hair and picked her up by her ass.

She happily wrapped her legs around my torso as I laid her on my small kitchen table. The one I used to eat breakfast at by myself. Now I would eat Lisa instead. I pulled the chair out, sitting before her. My hands parted her legs, showing me her glistening center. My tongue licked my lips, ready to devour her.

I dug in, licking the entirety of her slit. I sucked at her clit, hearing a gasp leave her lips. She played with her breasts as I continued to lick and suck at her. I inserted a finger, circling it around inside her. She moaned stronger, pinching at her nipples as her hips swayed.

She was perfect.

Bringing her pleasure brought me pleasure, turning me on further. My dick throbbed in my pants, wanting to take her. Since I got to do what I wanted, I would do just that. I gave her one last lick before I stood from my chair. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees, pressing the head of my dick to her entrance. She locked eyes with me for a moment, telling me everything she wasn't saying.

Fuck me good.