Page 158 of Colt

I looked around to see Kennedy and Cara dancing next to us. Tristan took my hand and spun me before grabbing Kennedy’s fingers and doing the same to her.

Cara went behind Tristan and grabbed his hips, moving with him in perfect synchronicity. Trist let out a whoop, turned, and pulled her in front of him, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Kennedy and I laughed. She grabbed my hand and started grinding her hips like the ex-Vegas stripper she was, showing me how to copy.

One song morphed into another. We carried on dancing, making up funny little dances and laughing raucously. Our group steadily got bigger, Anna joined us, then Reno and Shotgun came over and started screwing around, pretending to ballroom dance with each other.

We were screaming with laughter when I caught a flash of leather and dark blond hair out of the corner of my eye, turning to see Colt and Breaker coming over to join us.

Tristan nudged me, nodding toward Colt. “Didn’t take him long.”

I grinned as he approached, eyes flashing with desire as they took in my white outfit and sexy heels.

He caught my fingers and pulled me close, rasping, “You look fuckin’ edible.”

My eyes lifted to meet Colt’s. “So do you.”

His fingertips dug into my hips, and he began to move with me in time to the music, leaning closer and whispering into the shell of my ear. “Tempted to drag you outta here, pull that sexy skirt up around your waist and fuck your tight little cunt until you beg for mercy.”

Heat flared low in my belly, desire rushing through my veins like wildfire. I ground into him with a soft moan, craving the feel of his hands on my skin. “Jesus. You’re such a tease.”

“So are you in that outfit.” Colt nipped the curve of my neck, the sharp sting sending sparks skittering across my shoulder. “I wanna slide that skirt right up over those sexy hips of yours.” His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me tighter to him. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my belly and I sent up a word of thanks that the dance floor was so packed nobody could see where his hands were.

I looked up. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” I purred.

Colt growled, the sound vibrating against my cheek. “Be careful what you wish for, Princess. Tomorrow, when we leave, I’m gonna spend a whole month buried inside you.”

“Promises, promises,” I sassed.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, it’s a promise alright.”

I looked up into his languid, hooded eyes. The bright blue had darkened, a telltale sign that he was turned on.

He leaned down to whisper. “Are you packed?”

Our eyes locked. “Yeah. Just the essentials.”

“You ready for what’s to come?” he asked.

I smiled up at the man I’d loved since I was a girl, and who I knew I’d love until the day they put me in the ground. “As long as I’m with you I’m ready for anything.”

He grinned down at me with soft eyes, swirling with emotion. “You wanna get a drink?”

“Yeah.”

Colt turned me toward the bar, guiding me through the crowd of people dancing. His hand on my back was a steadying presence as his touch directed me through the writhing mass of people on the dance floor, who cleared a path as soon as they saw Colt’s broad shoulders trying to get through.

Dad stood at the bar, shooting the shit with Cash and Atlas. He saw us and raised his beer bottle. “Yo. You kids enjoyin’ yourselves?”

I smiled broadly. I liked Pop when he was tipsy. He was a big guy and could handle his beer, so he didn’t get drunk often, even though he was funny as hell after a few beers.

“Hey, Dad.” I approached him, rolled up on my toes and kissed his cheek. “The party’s amazing.”

He puffed his chest out. “There’s no shindig like a Speed Demons’ shindig,” he said proudly. “Back in the day, Friday nights around here were famous throughout the state.”

Atlas angled his beer bottle toward Dad. “Prez is right. We used to have a queue down the block of people tryin’a get in. Bandit used to go out, see who liked the look of and let them in. If they had the wrong hairstyle or shoes, he’d tell ‘em to fuck off.”

I giggled. “I can’t imagine Gramps doing that. I mean, even I knew growing up that he had issues, but he was always so lovely to me. I can’t imagine him being an asshole.”

Dad smiled indulgently at me. “Your grandpa thought the sun rose and set with you, Freya. The day you were born he wept like a baby. Said you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and that you’d go far. He’d be so fuckin’ proud’a ya. Just like I am.”

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