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Brushing past Jett, I intentionally bump into his shoulder. Hard. Looking over my shoulder after I pass him, I intend to apologize, but instead, I throw him a wink along with a middle finger salute that says, "Game on motherfucker."
My original plan to avoid him has blown right out the damn window, and at this moment, with the liquor kicking in, I couldn't give any less of a fuck.
Let's do this.
Making my way to the dance floor, I quickly spot Dessa and Kasten. Damn, I would say, 'Go, Des,' but cheering her on for grinding on my brother just feels wrong. Not wanting anything to do with whatever is going on over there, I turn away.
Finding an empty spot, I put my plan into action.
Chapter fifty-two
Jett
November 2025
She knows exactly what the hell she's doing.
Damn, does she ever.
Izzy sways effortlessly to the beat, and every part of my body stiffens. Especially my cock. I can't look away.
"So, by the looks of it, your plan to make her jealous has backfired," Kandice chimes in, diverting my attention away from Izzy on the dance floor. "Seems to me she doesn't give a shit that you're talking to me. I'll give it to her, though. The girl has moves."
Kandice and I graduated from high school together and have always been friends. She's married to Taylor, one of the guys who works on the ranch. When I first walked up to her, I discreetly asked her to pretend to flirt with me to help get under Izzy's skin.
It was a childish plan, but I had to get her attention at any cost if she wouldn't talk to me. The goal was that she'd get jealous and barge over after I called Kandice 'Beauty,' the nickname I haveonly ever called Izzy, and demand to talk to me. Obviously, my plan went south faster than a hot knife through butter when she instead threw back whiskey like she had an iron stomach. I know for a fact she does not.
"Yeah, she sure does," I say, looking back toward the dance floor, trying to spot Izzy but coming up short.
"Where the—"
"Oh," Kandice laughs. "Yeah, your master plan has definitely failed. She's out there, look harder."
It's then that I see her—with three guys crowded around. None of them are touching her yet, but all are admiring her hips rolling perfectly to the rhythm. Izzy's dancing is the equivalent of a master painter with a paintbrush. She knows exactly what the fuck she's doing, and she does it well. Her body is like a weapon when she's in the right headspace, and damn me if I'm not a willing target.
I watch intently for a bit, my eyes never losing sight of her. After a while, her eyes find mine across the room, and there's something playful there that lingers in her gaze—something challenging. This isn’t surprising; the woman has always challenged me. Her eyes hold mine as she backs up slowly, purposefully angling her ass onto the crotch of the guy standing eagerly behind her. He's a willing participant as his hand drifts to her hips, pulling her even closer while she grinds on him.
"Fuck this!" I shout louder than intended, pulling away from Kandice and quickly storming over to the dance floor.
I make it to Izzy, and she's all too proud of herself as she bends her knees, drops to the floor, then slowly rises seductively, her ass still against the guy's crotch. She flashes me a sinister smile, one that says ‘I win,’ and I couldn't give a flying fuck.
His hands are back on her, and I see nothing but red.
"Take your hands off of her and back the fuck up," I threaten in a low growl, loud enough he can clearly hear me.
The dipshit's hands fall away from her instantly just as his eyes look up, taking me in and sizing me up. His friends take a step closer to me, but I remain unfazed and unconcerned.
"Bro, I didn't know she was with anyone. She didn't act—"
"I amnotwith him," Izzy interrupts, her face showing every ounce of satisfaction, but also anger. Her eyes flash to mine, and if looks could kill, let's just say I'd be a fucking dead man.
The guys all back away, obviously not wanting to be involved in this shit show.
Smart.
Here I am, left standing toe-to-toe with little Miss Five Foot Nothing, who’s the biggest firecracker I've ever met. This is about to get really good. The feisty, no-shits-given, says-what-she-wants-to, won't-back-down, side of her that drives me fucking wild.
"What the fuck was that?" she demands as she steps up to me and slaps at my chest.
