It’s damn chaos.
And then, just as I lean back and laugh so hard I can barely breathe, the music cuts.
The cop is ripped off me in one hard movement.
“Get the fuck off her before I kill you myself!”
Chapter Nineteen
DEE
“What the fuck, mate?” the stripper barks, startled.
I open my eyes in time to see Colt standing over him, rage radiating from every muscle. His fists are clenched, his jaw is tight, and his body is ready to launch.
“I’m just the stripper, man! I’m totally gay anyway,” the guy blurts out, backing away.
“I knew it!” Joseph hollers, cracking the tension.
Laughter erupts, but not from Colt.
His glare pins me in place. “Dee, seriously?” he snaps, voice sharp and demanding.
I start to rise from the chair, awkward with my hands cuffed behind my back. Kira rushes over and frees me.
“Colt, it’s all in good fun,” I say softly, stepping toward him and placing a hand on his chest, hoping to calm him.
He shakes his head, nostrils flaring, then grabs my wrist, not painfully, but firmly. Possessive.
“Like fuck it is. You had another man grinding all over you, Dee.What the hellwere you thinking?” His voice booms through the room, making me wince.
Silence falls around us, all eyes on the scene unfolding.
“It’s harmless, Colt. Let it go,” Johnny offers from the side.
“Let it go?” Colt scoffs, eyes blazing. “Some half-naked guy is humping my fiancée, and I’m supposed tolet it go? Not happening.” Then his gaze snaps to mine. “Upstairs.Now.”
Before I can respond, Colt’s dragging me by the arm, hauling me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I don’t resist.
Usually, I’d be furious at being manhandled. Normally, I’d fight back and tell him to shove his jealousy where the sun doesn’t shine.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’ve missed this side of him too damn much to stop him now.
His raw energy, his alpha edge—it’s back.
And this shit has me burning.
My heart races. My thighs clench. I’m practically dragging him now, needing to get to our bedroom faster. I don’t care that everyone, including my parents, just saw him lose it. I don’t care what they’ll say about him later. All I want is for him to slam me against the wall and take me like I’m his whole damn world.
Because I am.
He yanks open the bedroom door, shoves me inside, and slams it behind him. Before I can move, I spin and launch myself at him, kissing him like my life depends on it. He groans, kissing me back just as hard, holding me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
But I want more.
