Page 80 of Colt

My jaw dropped as I watched them climb up and start pulling out stripper moves. Sunny raised her arm in the air and did a slut drop.

I gaped as my eyebrows hit my hairline.

What the actual fuck?

“Go on, Sunshine,” Dad called out, shoving Bowie’s head down by the back of his neck until my brother was bent over double. “Show your grandaddy what a gorgeous little dancer you are.”

Xan sauntered into the room with Wilder tucked into a baby carrier tied around his neck. He looked around and barked a laugh. “Fuckin’ idiots,” he muttered before turning back and sauntering off the way he came.

Jolly Batman pranced around Atlas and Kit, who by then were rolling around on the floor.

“For fuck’s sake,” a voice snapped from behind me.

I whirled around to see Abe and Iris standing in the doorway.

Iris rolled her eyes, gave her man a peck on the cheek, patted my shoulder, and made her way toward the kitchen.

“Stoooop!” Abe bellowed.

Everyone stopped, all eyes turning to me.

“She’s back!” Sophie yelled.

Atlas lumbered to his feet and opened his mouth to say something, just as another foam bullet sailed through the air and bounced off his head. “Motherfucker!”

“Woo hoo!” Kai yelled, leaping and punching the air.

I gulped as bodies surged toward me.

“Freya!”

“You look beautiful.”

“We’ve been waiting for you.”

Layla, Kennedy, and Sophie smothered me in cuddles and kisses.

“Hey!” I laughed. “What’s going on?”

Sophie grabbed my hand. “We’ve been waiting for you all afternoon, and you know how they get when they’re bored.”

Greetings rang out from the men, and I caught Sunny and Kady scrambling down from the bar top. Jolly Batman barked loudly, tail wagging and dancing around their legs as they ran toward me.

“Auntie Freyaaaaaaa!” Sunny screamed excitedly. “Dids you sees my sexy dances?”

Bowie’s face paled.

“Sunny!” Layla snapped. “What have I told you about saying sexy?”

Sunshine waved her arms in the air, made a pouty face, and started grinding her hips. “Look at me being sexyyyyyy.”

Every eye turned to Kennedy.

She put her hands up defensively. “Don’t blame me.”

“But you taught her how to grind,” Layla snipped.

Kenndy laughed. “Well, it’s not like you can help the kid out. You dance like you’ve got a stick rammed up your ass.”

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