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I jumped as the shower door opened, and there stood Colt, completely naked.

My heart lurched at the sight of him, all tall and muscular. He was so damned beautiful he took my breath away.

I’d seen him without a shirt on at the compound in summer around the pool. There was always a barbeque or a party going on, and the man candy was out in force. Not that I noticed anyone but Colt. Nobody else compared.

His skin was a golden honey color. It almost gleamed as rivulets of water ran down his chest, darkening the smattering of blond hair there. Colt’s muscles—although not overly large like Atlas’s—were defined. His stomach had all the bumps and ridges of a six-pack and a happy trail of hair leading to the perfectly curved cock jutting from his body.

Colt looked like a sun god, tall, broad, golden, and beautiful. His face seemed like it had been carved by a higher power as he gazed down at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes.

“Fuckin’ knew I’d see you like this and know you were made for me. You, here, lookin’ the way you look is worth everythin’, even my place in the club. One minute, I can’t work out how the fuck I’ve managed to resist you. The next, I ask myself: how am I meant to look your dad and brothers in the eye, knowing I've been inside you?”

I reached up, cupped his jaw, and murmured, “Do you want to take a step back?”

“No, baby,” he assured me gently. “I dunno how it happened, but you’ve crashed through every barrier I put up to keep you out. All it took was one dance to make me realize you’re mine.”

I smiled, my heart skipping with delight. “We’ve danced together before.”

“We haven’t danced since you were nineteen,” he corrected. “I think that was when I knew things were changing. I’m glad you moved away and got your own life. It’s the best thing you could’ve done. It gave you time to grow up, and it gave me a chance to miss you.” He leaned down to kiss me, but I pressed a hand to his chest.

“I can’t, Colt. You’re still with her. I don’t want to cheat.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he protested. “I’d never do that.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not serious with you two, but she’s still between us. Lucy’s not my favorite person. She’s been nothing but a bitch to me, but I still don’t want to bethatgirl.” My eyes lowered, and I bit my lip.

His head reared back slightly. “What do ya mean, she’s been a bitch to you?”

“I tried so hard to like her,” I whispered. “I tried for you, Colt, but I think she’s jealous of our friendship. Lucy used to imply that you told her I was annoying. She said my crush was embarrassing, and you wanted me to leave you alone. It’s why I stopped visiting home.”

The air around us instantly cooled. Colt’s lip curled slightly, his eyes darting between mine as he thought about what I’d just told him. Eventually, he tipped my chin up with a finger. “Wait here.”

He turned and disappeared from the shower stall, leaving the door open as he went.

I poked my head out. “What are you doing?” I called after him.

Colt strode back from the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, holding his cell. “Fuckin’ bitch,” he muttered, stabbing on his phone.

My head reared back slightly. “Colt. The shower’s still on. What are—”

He held a hand up to silence me, clicking the speaker button so I could listen.

The quizzical look I gave him dropped as the person he called picked up the phone, and a seductive, breathy voice greeted him. “Hi, love bucket.”

Shit.

Lucy?

Chapter Nine

Colt

My eyes swept down Freya’s body which was partially obscured by the reinforced glass pattern of the shower door.

A muscle ticked in my jaw as I thought about what she’d just told me. What the fuck had Lucy been sayin’ to her? And why the fuck did the bitch think she’d get away with speaking to Freya like an asshole.

Maybe I should’ve gone about this a different way, but my girl needed to understand how little Lucy factored into my life. Still, the instant she heard Lucy’s voice, her face fell.

I could’ve kicked my own ass, but it was too late to go back and do things differently.

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