Page 151 of Stolen Hearts

I groan as she dances over to me, takes my hands, and pulls me onto the dance floor.

“Whatever happened to low profile?” I mutter.

She just twirls in my arms, sinking back against my chest with my arms crossed over hers, our hands locked together. She glances up at me over her shoulder as she starts to dance against me seductively, rubbing her ass into me and grinning like the queen of breaking the rules that she is.

“Are you going to dance with me or—”

She shrieks, laughing when I spin her, dip her, and then fall right into dancing with her. The song plays on, and while it might not exactly be the choreographed dance from the movie itself—or anywhere remotely close to it—goddamn, is it fun to watch her face light up like this.

I’m confused when she suddenly slips from my arms and runs across the room before turning and beaming at me just as the big buildup begins to swell. Then I get it.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

“Do it!” she laughs.

I shake my head. “No, Callie—”

“We’re doing the lift!”

I start to shake my head again. But then suddenly, she’s bolting right for me, and before I know it, I’m grabbing her hips and lifting her right up into the air as she shrieks with laughter.

And fuck me, if my heart doesn’t swell three sizes bigger, just like the Grinch.

Ten minutes later, after I’ve paid our tab and we’ve left the bar, something else is swelling bigger. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her deeply, pinning her to the side of the old pickup I’ve had at the house since I bought it. Can’t exactly be driving around town in a Range Rover with bullet holes in the back of it.

Callie gasps as I slide a hand between us, slipping it under her skirt to run a finger over her slick, wet panties.

“Castle…”

“You need to teach your bitch some fucking manners.”

I whirl, instantly pulling away from Callie as she gasps.

Shit.

The dipshit from the bar who got a face full of Callie’s martini is glaring at us with four of his friends semi-circled around him, all of them sneering.

“Let’s just go,” Callie murmurs quickly, tugging on my hand.

“She didn’t want to talk to you, you had a hard time hearing that,” I shrug, smiling coldly at the guy. “So shemadeyou hear it. Take your licks and walk away, pal.”

I start to turn to unlock the truck.

“Who said anything about talking? I just want to see if that slut’s mouth is still lippy when it’s full of my dick.”

His buddies chuckle. I slowly turn back to them.

“See, you’ve got me at a disadvantage here,” I smile. “I’m guessing you and your little friends came out tonight itching for a fight, because it’s something you enjoy.”

The guy smirks. “Yup.”

“Well then,” I shrug. “I guess I’m going to have try and enjoy this even more.”

None of them is a fighter, that’s easy enough to see from the way they’re all standing and the nervous, anxious energy radiating off them.

They’re seriously going to regret this. I’m not.

“Get in the car,” I murmur to Callie.

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