Page 66 of Indigo

She rolls her eyes, but the smile on her face is so wide I know she’s not upset.

I take my seat back at the bar and watch her sway to the music. She watches me, watching her, and this time, doesn’t pretend like she isn’t shaking that ass just to get me up. I hold my position, but when she grabs a stranger's beer bottle and starts using it as a microphone, pointing at me while she lip syncs to the song, I can’t help but give in to her.

As I stand, her eyes light up, and when I get close enough for her to reach, she grabs my shirt and tugs at the material until I comply and bend down to press my lips to hers. I feel the beat of the music in my chest, and before I can think it through, I spin her around so that her ass is pressed firmly against my dick, which is begging for round two, and place my hands on her hips so that I guide her to the beat as we move together.

She looks over her shoulder at me with a devilish grin and yells, “I thought you couldn’t dance?”

“Never said I couldn’t. I said I don’t.”

She laughs, and leans back into me, shaking her head, sending her curls flying in every direction as she grinds that perfect ass into me more purposefully.

We carry on swaying, touching, breathing each other in, until the song finishes, and when she turns to me, her eyes that deep, sexy shade they morph into when she’s horny, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder without a word.

“Paxton,” she squeals, hitting at my back playfully, that alcohol laced giggle driving me mad.

I slap her ass, hard. Enough that it jiggles next to my face.

“Damn,” I whisper as I watch it.

I can’t help but turn my head and bite her cheek gently, not when it’s right there.

“Ouch,” she squeals again. “Put me down, you silly prick. I can walk.”

“Not fast enough,” I reply, practically sprinting toward my car.

Once we get to the passenger door of my ute, I let her body slide down my front and use my pelvis to pin her in place. “Fucking need you, Blue. I’m so hard you wouldn’t believe I only just finished filling you up five minutes ago,” I whisper, fusing my lips over hers and swallowing her little moan as I grind into her and unlock the car at the same time.

As the headlights flash, I let her go, and the gravel crunches under her feet as she drops to the ground.

“Get that sexy ass in the car and let me take you home before I turn you around and fuck you right here, in this parking lot, for everyone to see.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, running her hand across my chest, pulling that plump bottom lip into her mouth as if she’s trying to decide which option she’s going to choose.

“Blue,” I groan, not needing the visual my brain is conjuring up right now.

“Fine, fine.” She turns around as I take a step back and pauses before sliding into her seat. Looking over her shoulder at me, she says, “But I want to be on top when we get home.”

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INDIGO

I WAKE SUDDENLY,GASPINGfor air, tears in my eyes, and I place my hand over my racing heart.

The dream must have been bad, but when I try to remember it, I come up with nothing.

Deep breaths, it was all just a dream. Just a dream.

The room is still dark, but I can hear birds chirping by the window, so it must be early morning.

Inhaling through my nose, and blowing out a slow, controlled breath through my mouth, I try to focus on my breathing as I look over at Pax’s side of the bed to find it empty, a note left on his pillow.

Gone for a walk, beautiful.

I hold the note to my chest, my racing heart still thudding away.

Five months we’ve been together now. Five of the best months of my life, here, at home, in my town, with him.

Every day is better than the last, and the love I have for him is so overwhelming at times that it makes me question if anyone has ever felt this way about another person.

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