Page 67 of Jolt's Vengeance

Instead, I lead her back to our table, my hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

The night stretches on, a blur of toasts and laughter, dancing and drinks.

The desert night has cooled, but I feel nothing but warmth.

"Well, Ghost," I drawl, leaning in close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume, "I was thinking we could keep this party going. Drink a little more, enjoy this beautiful night..."

I pause, letting my gaze roam over her face. "And spend some quality time with this gorgeous woman I can't seem to get out of my head."

Aggie's eyebrow arches, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "And then what? You planning on taking me back to your place to sleep with me?"

The bluntness of her question catches me off guard, but I recover quickly.

I've always appreciated her straightforward nature, even if it sometimes feels like verbal whiplash.

"Sweetheart," I say, my voice low and sincere, "I don't need to sleepwithyou. I'd be more than content just sleepingbesideyou, with you in my arms."

I watch as surprise flickers across her face, followed by a softness I rarely see from her.

It's gone in an instant, replaced by her usual tough as nails exterior, but I caught it.

And I'm glad I did.

I want Aggie to know she's more than just a piece of ass to me.

"Careful there, Jolt," she says, her Scottish lilt more pronounced. "A girl might start to think you're going soft on her."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Never, Ghost. I just know a good thing when I see it."

Aggie rolls her eyes, but I can see the pleased flush on her cheeks. "All right, smooth talker. Let's get out of here before you start sprouting poetry or some shite."

As we stand to leave, I catch her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

She doesn't pull away, and I count that as a win.

We make our way through the dwindling crowd, saying our goodbyes to Siren and Shiver.

The night air is crisp as we step away from the reception area, the sounds of the party fading behind us.

I lead Aggie toward the four wheeler we rode in on, and we hop on the beast.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Aggie

I blink owlishly, adjusting to the light streaming in from the top of the blinds as I come to the realization I'm not in my dorm bed.

My heart hammers in my chest when I realize where I am—Jolt's bed in his trailer.

The events of the night before play through my mind, and I can feel my cheeks heating up as I remember how we got here.

It wasn’t supercharged sex, lust, or anything else that got us in this bed together.

It was romantic, like something you’d see in the movies.

Shifting carefully, I study his sleeping form.

He's shirtless and on his side, one arm tucked under his cheek, revealing the rich ink adorning his arms.

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