Warm tingles spread across my lower back in warning. I’m close. Bianca’s lush lips pull up in a coy grin. She wants to see me lose it. That rips a garbled rumble from me, along with spurts of cum. I bite down on my knuckles as my release coats the other hand. The third pulse hits my lower stomach and I jolt from the force.
“Fuck, fuck,” I groan into my fist.
“Colton?” Her soft voice slaps me from the fantasy.
My high from the burst of pleasure evaporates instantly, replaced by the shame of being caught. Bianca’s face would be scrunched in disgust to find me in this position. The sticky fluid covering my abs feels dirty. It burns like acid—a careless mistake.
I scramble to my feet, rushing across the living room to my door. This is what I get for surrendering to temptation. The lock clicks shut just as I hear hers open, but she won’t find me loitering again.
Not until Bianca is ready to take all of me.
A fast techno mix blends seamlessly into the final beats of the one currently playing. The heavy notes pulse into my chest like a living thing. Shouts roar across the crowd and people begin jumping. Their excitement is infectious, pumping me full of renewed energy. This is exactly what I needed. Stress and grief melt away as the electric tempo blasts from the speakers.
The nightlife in Germany doesn’t sleep. Everyone other than Colton has been dancing nonstop for hours. I’ve lost track of time in this windowless room, which is most definitely on purpose. It’s safe to assume the sun will be rising when we leave. Unless the party runs on an endless loop, which is highly possible. There’s no sign of stopping in this club.
I thrust my arms into the air while swiveling my hips. Sweat drips down my back from the effort. It’s sweltering with so many bodies crammed into such a small space. We’re constantly bouncing off each other like a friendly mosh pit.
A guy leaps in front of me and I stumble backward on my Jimmy Choo wedges. He reaches for my arm to steady me.His touch is gentle, dropping away once I’m stable. Smoke and strobe lights distort my vision, but there’s no denying the man is hot.
There’s a silent apology on his lips while he stops to stare. I accept his gesture with a grin. His responding smile is paired with a smolder meant to incinerate panties. My knees get a bit weak. His dark eyes study my face before taking a noticeable dip to admire the rest, but then a massive cockblocker steps between us.
Colton glares at me. He ditched his Stetson for the evening. His light brown hair is tucked under a backward baseball hat. I’m not sure which variety I prefer. Either way, he looks menacing.
I wiggle my fingers, attempting to charm Colton’s surly attitude into submission. His scowl only deepens. Same cycle, different place. It’s laughable.
My humor fades when he swoops in, his exhale breezing across my sweaty skin.
“Don’t even think about it,” he rasps. “You’re not going home with anyone, Princess.”
“Other than you, right?”
His nod is slow and steady. “You won’t leave my sight.”
I fight to trap a whimper after that gravelly command. Instinct suggests I give him sass and ask what happens if I do. His guttural voice sounds like a promise of much more than sharing a suite. Goose bumps break out despite the feverish temperature surrounding us.
My lips brush his ear when I whisper, “I’ll do whatever I want, Cowboy.”
He straightens to give me the full intensity of his stare. I can read his expression like an instruction manual. Just yesterday, he listened to me get myself off. I haven’t told him I know. Was I being loud on purpose? Yes. But then I got embarrassed.
It’s not like I actually want to sleep with him. Another glance at his towering frame has me reconsidering. A rough and dirty roll in the hay wouldn’t be bad. Well, it probably would. I laugh at my own twisted solution of fighting this attraction. Colton glowers in return. Ugh, forget it. He’d probably be a snooze in the sack.
As if hearing my prediction, his eyes meet mine in a heated exchange. It feels like a tease caressing my skin and I shiver despite the sweat clinging to me. More prickles break out along my arms when his gaze dips to trail a droplet of sweat trickling between my breasts. This skimpy dress is definitely a winner. Power surges in my veins. I want him to crack.
But Colton’s focus returns to my face. “Ready to leave?”
I laugh, the tune raspy from yelling over the music. “And do what?”
“Rest your back.”
“It’s fine. My scoliosis doesn’t mind dancing.” I roll my lips between my teeth, fighting a smile over the fact that he seems to care about my condition.
“It wouldn’t hurt to get some extra sleep,” he presses.
“Or we could have sex.”
His jaw grinds. “No.”
“Bummer,” I sigh and cast my sights across the crowd. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else to do the deed.”
