Anna smirks, unfazed. “Maybe it’ll awaken the beast in him.”
My eyebrows lift, and I glance out the window thoughtfully.Now there’s an idea.
Because while things between Colt and me have been fantastic—intimate, healing, and yes, passionate—they’ve been a little soft. He’s still so careful with me. And while that’s beautifulin its own right, I miss the fire. The raw, possessive, dominant Colt who used to bend me over the kitchen table just because I looked at him the wrong way. I’ve dropped hints—hell, I’ve begged with my body—but every time, he pulls back, afraid of hurting me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love making love with him. But damn, I miss getting fucked by him too.
“Dee?” Mum’s voice cuts through my wandering thoughts.
I blink and shake my head. “Sorry, what was that?”
“Stripper. Yay or nay?” Anna presses, grinning wickedly.
I smirk and nod. “You know what? Yeah. Why the hell not?”
Anna claps her hands like a kid at Christmas, while Mum’s cheeks turn a distinct shade of rose. She tries to hide her grin behind her teacup, but it’s no use because she’s just as into this as we are. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t mind a lap dance herself.
“Awesome. So, policeman or fireman?” Anna asks as if she’s ordering dessert.
I grin. “One of each?”
She lets out a loud “whoop,” pulling her phone from her pocket and strutting outside like she’s just brokered a major deal.
“I can’t wait to see Colt’s face when he finds out,” I mutter.
“Oh, your father won’t be all that thrilled either,” Mum says, chuckling. “But what’s a hen’s night without a little scandal?”
I laugh, the sound soft and warm. “You’re not wrong.”
Her smile turns tender. “I just want you to know how proud I am of you, darling. Colt is perfect for you. Even your father’s finally seeing it. The way Colt’s looked after you since the accident? That’s the kind of love most people never find.”
Emotion wells up in my chest, and I blink it away. “Thanks, Mum. It hasn’t always been easy, but somehow we always findour way back to each other. He makes me feel…” I pause for a moment, “… like I can handle anything.”
“And you can,” Mum says with conviction. “Just remember that when things get hard. A love like yours? It’s unbreakable.”
I nod, trying not to cry. Before I can speak, Anna strolls back in with a smug grin.
“Okay, we’re locked in. One hot cop, one smokin’ fireman, both arriving Friday night at eight p.m. sharp. You’re welcome.”
“You’re a menace,” I tease.
“And proud of it.” Anna flops onto the sofa, kicking off her heels. “God, I need a girls’ night. It’s been way too long since I drank irresponsibly and danced like an idiot.”
“Same,” I say. “I can’t even remember the last time I got tipsy.”
“Well, worry not, my bride-to-be,” she says dramatically. “I’ve organized frozen cocktail machines, fountains of cosmos, and enough tequila to sink a fucking cruise ship. You’ll be so hungover Saturday morning, you’ll regret being born.”
I groan. “That’s the part Idon’tmiss.”
“But admit it,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “You kinda do.”
“Fine. A little.”
Colt’s bachelor party is scheduled for the same night. While we’ll be at the manor, tucked away from the world, the guys are heading out into the city—VIP lounges, private booths, all the perks that come with being rock gods. And as much as I trust Colt, part of me can’t help the flicker of anxiety that sparks deep in my chest.
All it takes isoneobsessed fan.
One flash of chaos.
