My brain-to-body filter is officially out of commission.
Before I even realize it, I’m practically being dry-humped by Jared, my body moving on autopilot. Across the room, Colt’s glare sharpens, his brows furrowed in a storm of frustration. Even from here, I see the rise and fall of his chest, the telltale signs of a man barely holding it together.
Jessi says something, and for the first time, Colt’s gaze breaks from mine. In that instant, a sharp pang of regret pierces through me.Have I pushed him too far?My breath catches, my heart stutters, and I freeze in place, helpless, as I watch him take Jessi’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor.
He turns to face me, positioning Jessi with her back to me. My scowl deepens as his eyes lock onto mine, but it’s nothing compared to the way his cocky smirk sends my blood boiling. Igrip my glass tighter, the urge to slam it into her back flashing through my mind.
Maybe if I push hard enough, it’ll slice through and pierce that frozen black heart of hers.I shake off the violent thought, inhaling deeply as I force myself to watch. Jessi moves against him, pressing her body into his, but Colt’s focus never wavers. It stays on me, just as mine stays on him.
A slow burn of anger simmers beneath my skin as Jessi drapes her hands all over him like she has every right to. My pulse spikes. My grip tightens around my glass. Then, as if to pour fuel on the fire, Colt smirks.
The bastard is enjoying this.
He wants to see me unravel.
Oh, I’ll show you, you arrogant prick!
I lace my fingers through Jared’s and let him pull me close, his free hand sliding down my side before landing firmly on my ass. My breath hitches, my body tenses.Okay, maybe that’s a bit much.But when I flick my gaze back to Colt, the fury on his face is unmistakable—he’s about one second away from snapping.
Challenge accepted.
With a sharp tug, Colt yanks Jessi against him, grinding into her like he’s trying to prove a point. She loops her arms around his neck, moving sensually with him, oblivious to the silent war waging between us. My stomach turns, bile creeping up my throat. I take a long sip of my drink, forcing it down, but the bitter taste lingers.
This game we’re playing?It’s dangerous.
And I have no idea who’s going to break first.
Jared leans in, whispering, “I wanna fuck you against the bar.”
I burst out laughing.
That’s thesingle most ridiculousthing I’ve ever heard him say.
Taking my hand from his, I rest it on his chest, gently pushing him away, but he grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me back so close I feel his erection on my hip.Ew!I curl my lip in disgust as I glance at Colt, whose eyes are focused on Jared’s hand around my wrist.
I realize how that must look to Colt and try to pull away.
This is getting out of hand.
It’s evident that Jared will push this farther than it was ever intended to go.
This time, when I steal a glance at Colt, it’s just in time to see Jessi’s hand curl around the back of his head before she yanks him down and crashes her lips against his.
My heart constricts.
I stop breathing.
I don’t even register the glass slipping from my hand until it crashes to the floor, shattering around me. The sound barely reaches my ears as I sway on the spot, unsteady, the world tilting beneath me.
He’s kissing her?
He is kissing her!
I see them break apart, but that’s it!
Ihaveto get out of here.
“I’m not finished dancing with you,” Jared yells, trying to stop me.
