Page 62 of Indigo

“He’s. Mine,” she says, pointing her finger at Claire, her tone vicious and so fucking sexy at the same time. Hearing those words from her mouth gets me hard all over again.

He’s Mine.

Jesus.

“Indie,” I groan, unable to keep the arousal from my voice as I step forward. I don’t give a fuck about this argument, or Claire, or that she thought she could touch me. I’ll deal with that later. What I want right now is to fuck my girl while she tells me over and over who she belongs to.

Indie puts her hand up, telling me to let her finish, so I shut my damn mouth.

“Don’t you ever let me see you put your hands on him again. Do you understand me?” She glares at Claire, and I won’t lie, for a tiny woman, she’s intimidating when she’s pissed.

Claire cocks an eyebrow and places her hands firmly on her hips. “You going to stop me?”

Ugh. This fucking bitch. I swear to God.

“Claire,” I snap, the volume of my voice making her jump. “Leave. You’re causing trouble for no damn reason. You heard what she said. I’m not available, so beat it.”

Indie crosses her arms, pushing up her tits in that little dress, and moves closer to my side. “Off you go,” she says, gesturing to the door with a wave of her hand.

Claire scowls, or at least attempts to, the alcohol running through her system making the facial expression funnier than it should be in this moment, but after a few seconds and no reaction from Indie other than another raise of her chin, she stomps her foot and spins around, disappearing into the crowd of people still dancing away to the soft music.

Thank God.

Turning my attention back to my girl, I reach forward and wrap my hand around the base of her neck. While using my thumb to rub soothing circles around her pulse point, she melts into my touch, the anger slowly slipping from her features as she looks up at me through hooded eyes.

“I don’t see anyone but you, Blue. No one but you,” I say, bringing my face down to hers.

No truer words have ever been fucking spoken.

“Mmmm,” she hums, a flirtatious smile on her face. “Show me?”

A rumble vibrates through my chest as she snaps the last of my self-control with two simple words.

Slamming my mouth down on hers, I swallow her moan and turn feral when I feel her nails rake through my hair. The smell of her sweet perfume surrounds me. The feel of her silky skin as I cradle her face drives me wild. The way she just claimed me in front of everyone replays over and over in my mind as she whimpers into my mouth.

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AS HER BODY MOVEScloser to mine, I break the kiss and grab her hand, dragging her behind me like a man possessed as the DJ returns to his position and “The Hills” by The Weekend blares through the speakers.

I don’t even realise where I’m leading us until I reach the door to the bathroom. The very large, lockable bathroom.

I know people would have watched us as we walked over here after that very public make-out session. They all know where we’re going, and what we’re about to do, but I don’t give a fuck, and Indie’s riding too much adrenaline to care right now either.

The lights flicker on as we enter the room, and I shut the door before turning around and looking at her. Really fucking looking at her.

She giggles as she attempts to walk backwards, but before she can take two steps, I have her pulled against me, my neck bent at an incredibly uncomfortable angle to reach her mouth, but the alternative of not kissing her right now is not an option.

As she catches up and her lips move against mine, I deepen the kiss and groan as her nails rake along my biceps.

“Up you go,” I whisper, reaching down, grabbing her ass and using it as leverage to lift her straight up. I spin us quickly, making her gasp, drop her tiny little white purse, and wrap her arms around my neck as I press her back into the closed door.

Thankfully, I have enough blood left in my brain to remember to lock the damn thing before kissing her again.

After grinding my already hard cock against her pelvis as she moves her hips slightly, teasing me, I pull back and bite her bottom lip, making her whimper before releasing it and using my tongue to soothe the sting.

A flicker of something dark and angry flash across her face. “Don’t ever let another woman touch what’s mine,” she says, her eyes full of warning.

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