Page 74 of Resist

She laughed. There was only one man who’d ever rocked her world, and it wasn’t Montgomery Miles. “For the last time, I’mnotinterested! Go home to Emma.”

She turned to leave, but Montgomery grabbed her again, his hands on her waist. “Don’t be like that. You know you want me.”

Ainsley twisted around, trying to dislodge him and failing as Montgomery pulled her against him. Bile rose to her throat when she felt his erection through his pants.

With her hands on his chest, she pushed him hard. Hard enough that his grip slipped. When he tried to recapture her, she took off the kid gloves—kneeing the son of a bitch in the nuts.

Montgomery gasped as he lurched forward, his hands covering his balls. The forward motion, pain, and alcohol worked against him, and he fell to his knees. “Fuck!” he cried out through gritted teeth.

She quickly stepped away, even though he was in no condition to retaliate. Ainsley hadn’t made it more than a few feet before she backed into a wall of muscle.

“Easy there, wildcat. I’m here.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Coulton, who was shooting daggers at Montgomery with his eyes. “You beat me to him,” he said, sounding equal parts impressed and disappointed.

Ainsley chuckled. “I owed him that.”

“You did, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be the one to teach him a lesson for grabbing you. I saw it from halfway across the bar and had to fight my way through the crowd to get to you.”

She soaked in his warm embrace, her pussy clenching when she felt his hot breath near her ear as he bent lower. “Watching you take him down was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Coulton murmured.

Given the fact her back was still pressed to his chest and she could feel his erection against her ass, she took him at his word.

“FYI,” he added, tossing her own words back at her. “You are gettingsolucky tonight. But you’re going to have to do something for me first.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Be my shield. There’s no way I can will this hard-on down, so you’re going to have to cover the five hole for me.”

Ainsley giggled as Coulton turned her toward the pub, both of them ignoring Montgomery, who was lying in the fetal position, groaning, and cussing the two of them out.

Coulton kept his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in front of him as they said their goodbyes and made their way to his truck.

“What was the deal with Montgomery back there?” he asked, as they pulled out onto the street, heading for his condo.

“So much shit that pisses me off,” she said.

“Like?”

“Like his girlfriend is apparently frigid, and when he realized there was someone else who wanted me, he thought I must be worth a second look. And because he believes me to be easy and a pushover, he thought he could wave his hand and I’d go running back to his bedroom.”

“Jesus. I’m glad you kneed him in the nuts.”

She giggled. “Me too.”

Coulton pulled into a parking spot near his building, then grasped her hand as they walked across the street to the entrance.

The moment they crossed the threshold to his condo, he closed the door, then turned her, pushing her back against it.

He hadn’t lied about his erection not going anywhere, because he was still rock-hard and ready to go.

Coulton’s lips slammed against hers as his hands worked quickly, divesting her of her jeans. She followed his lead, unfastening his belt and ripping it from the loops. Then she tackled the button and zipper of his pants, reaching in to tug his cock out of his boxer briefs.

Coulton groaned as she wrapped her hand around his thick dick.

Her jeans and panties fell to her ankles. “Kick them off,” he commanded, as they came up for air. “But leave the jersey on. I like you wearing my name.”

Ainsley wasn’t sure if he intended the double entendre, but she let herself pretend he did.

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