Page 43 of Returning to Rockport

“The nerve.” Ivy mocks me.

I glare at her but before I can respond, Rome steps up next to us.

“What’s up with her?” He asks Ivy.

She says nothing but nods her head over to where Colton has that bimbo grinding into him on the dance floor. When he sees what she’s referring to, his mouth makes the shape of an O. I scoff and wave the bartender down for another shot.

“Aw, is someone jealous?” Roman teases.

“No. I just think he could do better.”

“You mean, with you?”

The logical side of me knows I should keep my mouth shut, but the drunk side just doesn’t give a shit. I flip my hair over my shoulder and stand up a little straighter.

“Please. If I wanted Colton, I could have him. That girl is nothing but a petty attempt at getting a reaction out of me.”

“Oh yeah?” He leans his back against the bar and crosses his arms over his chest. “Prove it.”

I narrow my eyes at him. The challenge is laid on the table and I can do one of two things. I can stick to my morals and tell Roman to fuck off, or I can throw caution to the wind. The bartender places the shot in front of me and I take it in one fluid motion. I slam the glass down onto the counter and turn to Ivy.

“Go find Tatum and tell her to keep Maverick distracted.”

Before she can even try to stop me, I turn and march my way towards my ex – pushing through the crowd until I’m standing directly in front of him and his flavor of the night. They’re moving to the music and I almost vomit when I see the way she’s humping his leg like a dog.

“Get your hands off her.” I tell him.

His eyes meet mine and just like that, his hands are in the air. The girl is confused as she looks from me to him. He shrugs and gives her a cocky smile.

“Sorry babe, she’s the boss.”

She gives me a dirty look before pushing her way past me, shoving me with her shoulder. I’m about to return to Roman and Ivy, knowing I made my point, but Colton grabs my hand and spins me around – tugging me into his arms.

“You can’t scare away my dancing partner with your jealousy and then leave me alone.”

“Fine, then shut up and dance.”

He holds my waist and starts to grind against my ass. I move with him to the beat of the music, losing myself in the way his body meshes with my own. My hand reaches up to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. I really hope Ivy got to Tatum in time, because if Maverick sees the two of us this way, he’s guaranteed to lose his shit.

“Did I mention how sinful you look tonight?”

All it would take is the slightest turn of my head and his lips would be on mine. I’m walking a dangerous line between frowned upon and downright wrong. Yet, as horrible as it is, while I’m dancing with the devil, my engagement isn’t even a blip on my radar.

He pulls my hair to one side then places his mouth on my neck. My head lulls back against his shoulder. The moan I release is barely loud enough for him to hear but I can feel the way his dick twitches in his jeans.

“Colton.” I murmur, unable to think clearly while he’s this close. He hums in response. “Take me somewhere.”

Not needing to be told twice, he wraps his fingers around my wrist and leads me off the dance floor. We walk down a darkened hallway before reaching a door. He pushes it open and pulls me inside. It’s your typical stingy club bathroom, but no part of me cares at the moment. I lean against the counter and watch as he locks the door then checks to make sure no one else is in here. Once he’s done, he stalks towards me like a lion with his prey.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” He runs his hand up my side. “How many times I’ve dreamt of this body.” Nuzzling his face into my neck, he sucks lightly on my skin. “It’s damn near impossible for me to be in a room with you and not be able to have you.” He pulls away and places his forehead against mine. “I tried to resist you, McKenna. I tried so goddamn hard, but the need that burns inside me when I see you is so strong. I can’t do it.”

“Then don’t.”

It’s the same two words I told him when he said he didn’t want to hurt me, but this time the meaning is so different. He moves his hand to my face, rubbing his thumb over my cheek before pressing his lips to my own. For the second time in a little over 24 hours, my blood runs hot as sparks fly between us.

He grabs my hips and lifts me up, sitting me on the counter and stepping between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and my arms around his neck. When I nibble on his lower lip, a groan emits from the back of his throat. I smile into the kiss, pleased with his reaction.

His hands slide up my back as his tongue licks into my mouth. I moan at the taste of him – beer, and spearmint, and Colton. Arching my back, I do my best to grind myself into him. My intense need to have him is overwhelming.

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