Page 157 of Colt

My cell pinged with a notification. I smiled, knowing who it was before I even picked up the phone.

Colt:Show me!

I stretched my arm upward, pointed my phone downward, and snapped a picture. Then, I sent it to Colt with a love heart emoji.

Within a minute he sent me a GIF back of a cartoon cat with his eyes shooting out on stalks. Giggling, I sent him one back of two love birds kissing before heading for my door and making my way down the hallway, strutting on my strappy sandals, to inject a swing in my hips.

The thumping music and chatter enveloped me as I stepped into the already crowded bar. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. I spotted Colt’s tall figure leaning against the bar. His gaze immediately caught mine and his lips curled into the sexy smirk that made my heart race. With a little wink, he tipped his bottle back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a swig of beer.

My heart swelled inside my chest watching him joke with Dad, Cash, and Kit. I stared, wondering how his charm could draw me in from so far away when a familiar voice brought me out of my thoughts.

“Freya!”

I turned to see Kennedy’s blonde bouncy curls catch the light as she stood and waved excitedly. Cara, Sophie, Anna, and Tristan were all seated around a table with her, beckoning me over. Weaving through the crowds, the heavy bass of the song pulsed through me, and I couldn’t stop a wide smile from splitting my face.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, joining the group and taking the empty seat next to Tristan. “This place is popping.”

“It’s fucking awesome,” Kennedy agreed.

“Did you see who the cat dragged in?” Tristan asked, nodding toward Lucy on the dance floor. “The cat being Serena ‘stuck-up’ Stafford.”

I craned my neck. “Where’s her husband?”

Tristan laughed, wriggling his shoulders. “Word on the streets of Hambleton is that he ran off with a young, pretty bartender from the country club.”

My eyes widened. “No way!”

He nodded, crossing his index finger over his chest. “Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a big dick in my eye, if I tell a lie.”

I giggled. “They’ve only been married a year.”

Cara leaned forward conspiratorially. “Looks like Carl Tucker’s looking for an easy lay.” She nodded toward the dance floor where the man in question was sliding his arm around Lucy’s shoulder, trying to talk to her while she danced.

I laughed, settling comfortably in my seat before stealing another look at Colt. His eyes were on me, blazing with heat as they flicked down my body then back up to my face. He smiled sexily, then turned back to say something to Cash.

“Oh my God!” Tristan exclaimed, his gaze sliding toward Colt. “Are you and the golden god…?” He paused. “You know. Is he filling up your love box?”

“Sshh,” I said, looking around, trying not to laugh.

“He certainly is,” Kennedy chimed in. “They’re both so loved up with each other it can get a bit sickening.”

“Amazing!” Tristan clapped his hands together rapidly. “You’ve lusted after the golden god for years. Oh, Freya, you’ve given me hope. Dreams really do come true.”

Just as we began to laugh, the opening bars to ‘Mr. Brightside’ by The Killers came on. It was mixed with a dance tune, giving it a cool, electro vibe.

Tristan jumped up. “Come on, Princess Stone. It’s about time we lit up the dance floor.”

“I’m coming!” Kennedy announced.

Cara got to her feet. “Me too.”

Tristan pulled me into the throng of people moving in time to the song. I craned my neck to see Cara and Kennedy following. We found a spot and began to dance, moving in time to the music.

Tristan grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. “Come on, Freya. Show daddy what you’ve got.”

I threw my head back and laughed, snaking my arms around his neck, and grinding on him.

Tristan was so much fun. I loved going out with him. He was my partner in crime and always showed me a good time. He let loose and gave zero fucks, which appealed to me. I loved him like a brother, and we had each other’s backs.

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