Page 68 of Colt

All my good intentions to give her pussy a rest after the previous night flew away with all my fucks. If I had more time, I’d have edged her for hours as her punishment, but I had work to do, and she had to pack her shit.

I walked closer. “Freya. Get your ass in my car.” I lowered my voice, leaving her in no doubt about how serious I was. “We need to talk about it.”

Her cheeks flamed, indicating that she read my undertone just fine. I watched her body stiffen. “No. I’m catching a ride with Abigail.”

My eyes slid to Freya’s friend, whose gaze darted between us with interest. I gave her a chin lift. “Hey, Abigail.”

A huge smile spread over her face. “Well haven’t you been a naughty boy?” She glanced at Freya again, and her smile grew even wider. “Think you better go home with Colt, babe.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Do as your friend says.”

Freya huffed. “I’m sick of you and your damned fists. You embarrassed me.”

“Baby,” I crooned, cock twitching at the challenge in her eyes. “I only defended your honor. Now, get in the car.”

She let out a huff.

“Either you come of your own free will, or I’ll make ya,” I rumbled.

She glared and went to turn away, but I wouldn’t allow her to leave before we hashed our shit out. I grabbed her wrist, tugged her into me, stooped, and tipped her over my shoulder.

“Oh my God. Put me down!” she yelled from my back, trying to kick me.

I turned toward Abigail. “You’re welcome to follow us back to make sure I don’t hurt her” —I swatted Freya’s ass— “much.”

Freya gave a frustrated shriek.

“You remind me of someone,” Abigail said, lips thinning. “He’s a chest-beating, me Tarzan, you Jane kind of asshole too.” She sighed exasperatedly. “I’ll follow you. Good luck.” She turned on her heel and walked toward a silver Ford Focus, beeping the locks.

“You’ve got your way,” Freya seethed. “Put me down.”

Ignoring her, I started for the SUV. She could whine all she wanted. I just needed to explain what happened with the asshole from earlier.

I opened the passenger door and dumped Freya in the seat before reaching across her chest to grab the seat belt and secure her. “Stay!” I barked, slamming the door, and jogged around the hood to the driver’s side.

“You’re unbelievable,” Freya snarled, eyes throwing daggers at me as I slid onto the driver’s seat and clicked my safety belt into place.

“Thanks, baby. You’re pretty unbelievable yourself.” I started the car and drove out of the parking lot, checking Abigail was behind me before pulling out and joining the traffic. “What’s unbelievable is that you didn’t tell me you had another number. You let me discover that little gem when asshole mechanic bragged he had your digits.”

“It didn’t come up,” she murmured snippily, tossing her hair.

A kernel of heat crept through my chest. “Well, that cellphone’s now dead and buried, and I’ve changed your real number.”

She stilled briefly before slowly turning her head to face me. “You didwhat?”

“Did I fuckin’ stutter, Princess? An hour ago, you got new digits. I messaged everybody who I think should have ‘em. Any dude on your contact list, whose name I didn’t recognize, didn’t make the cut.”

“How fucking dare you?” she shrieked. “It’s taken me a year to memorize that number, and you go and change it!”

“Bullshit!” I bandied back. “You’ve got a photographic memory.”

Her spine snapped straight. “Yeah! For everything except new cell numbers. I can’t get my old numbers out of my head, so I mix them up.” She shook her head. “You’re a fucking psychopath.”

I snorted a laugh. “Ain’t no psychopath, baby, though admittedly, I’ve got a touch of the narcissisms.” I grinned. “Don’t worry, nothin’ too controlling.”

Freya’s eyes rounded. “Nothing too controlling? Colt, you hacked a cellphone network and changed my number so other men can’t have it. It’s hardly fucking normal.”

“Could’a been worse.” I shrugged. “Could’ve blacklisted you with all the telecommunication networks, so you couldn’t have a cell phone at all.”

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