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“Babe, that wasn’t at all what I was thinking.”

“It wasn’t?”

He smiles. “Not even a little. If you were pregnant, I would have spent the next however many weeks praying to God that it was mine. The only reason I was freaking out was because I thought that if the baby was Parker’s, that I would lose you for good.”

My heart is beating so hard and fast that I feel like it might combust. I’m surprised he can’t hear it from where he sits. My smile stretches until it hurts while I stare back at him, unable to speak. There are no words for what I want to say, so instead, I lunge across the small space between us and press my lips to his.

He hums and kisses me back instantly while his hands grip my hips. As soon as he lays back, I straddle his waist and grind down on him. The moan that leaves my mouth mixes with the groan that comes from his. Being with him like this, with everyone just downstairs, is risky and dangerous but I can’t find it in me to care.

“Fuck, McKenna.” Colton murmurs as his lips move down to my neck.

I continue to move against him, feeling the way he grows harder in his bathing suit. Only two thin pieces of clothing separate us and all I wish is that they would just fall away. I need him inside of me, stretching me open and filling me up.

His hand sk

ates down my body and cups my sex. I throw my head back and moan loudly. He chuckles at my reaction and covers my mouth with his.

“Shh, baby.” He whispers against my lips. “You need to be quiet or someone will hear us.”

I don’t know if it’s the thrill of sneaking around or the fact that we haven’t had sex in a week, but I want him so fucking bad that I may consider screwing him on the living room couch right now if that’s what it takes. Having to stare at him all damn day with his shirt off and his perfectly sculpted abs glistening with a light coat of sweat – it’s been absolute torture.

“Colton.” I pant.

“What do you need, Princess?”

“You. I need you.”

He uses his hold on me to flip us around so I’m lying on the bed and he’s hovering over me. “You have me. Any way you want, I’m yours.”

My hands move to his head and my fingers lace into his hair as I pull him into a bruising kiss. It’s messy and heated and passionate as sin. Colton makes an animalistic noise as he grinds himself down into me, hard. Just as he hooks his thumbs under my bikini bottoms, the door swings open.

“Yo, Brooks. Do you have a charger? My phone is- WOAH!” Roman’s eyes widen before he very quickly turns back around and leaves the room without another word.

“Oh my God.” I breathe, pushing Colton off me and starting to panic. “Oh my God!”

“McKenna, relax.”

“Relax?! Are you kidding me right now?! Roman just caught us!” He isn’t freaking out nearly as much as I assumed he would, and that alone confuses me. “Why are you acting like this is no big deal?”

He shrugs. “Because it isn’t a big deal. Rome knows. He’s known for a while now.”

Suddenly, it all makes sense. The way Colton doesn’t care about openly flirting with me in front of him. How Roman pushed for me to get in-between Colton and the chick he was dancing with at the bar. Hell, even Roman keeping Parker wrapped up in conversation for most of Maverick’s birthday dinner. He’s been helping him. He’s known about us this whole damn time. I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.

“Still, we shouldn’t be doing this. What if that was Maverick?”

Hearing my own words, everything changes. The nightmare I had the other day replays in my mind in a way that feels alarmingly real and absolutely terrifying. What if that had been Maverick? Would Colton have ended everything with me to please my brother? I mean, he’s done it before and without Maverick even knowing about us. Who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again when the stakes are so much higher?

“Mac, relax. Rome isn’t going to say anything.” He reaches to grab my hand but I yank it away.

“That’s not the point!” I take a deep breath and lower my voice. “At any moment, my brother could walk through that door. We shouldn’t have risked it. It’s too reckless.”

Before he can stop me, I back away and walk out his bedroom door. The sound of him calling my name faintly echoes through the house as I make my way down the stairs and outside. No matter how bad I want him to hold me after the potentially life changing scare we just had, I can’t let him. We’ve gotten too close lately and I’ve let my guard down way too much. If I don’t protect myself and things go wrong, there’s only one way this could end – with me broken and in pieces on my bedroom floor. I can’t let that happen again.

I step up next to Ivy and Tatum and plaster on the best smile I can manage. If either of them realize it’s fake, they thankfully don’t mention it. A few minutes later, I hear the door open and glance over to see Colton stepping outside. Our eyes meet and we hold the gaze for a minute before he looks away and shakes his head. I do my best to ignore the pang in my chest. I need to be more careful.

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MCKENNA

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