“Dance with me,” she says, pulling me by the hand. She’s fascinating, carefree, doesn’t focus on making sure she’s poised and every strand of hair stays in place. Everything she’s thinking comes straight out of her mouth, and it’s more than refreshing.
“I never want to leave here.” She sighs, swaying her hips. I turn her, spinning her under my arm, making her giggle. “That’s good because I’m keeping you,” I murmur.
Cash is sitting watching, a smile on his usually moody exterior.
After a couple more songs, I notice the alcohol has taken effect on my sweet islander. With glassy eyes, she stares at my lips while biting her own.
“I think maybe we should get you to bed,” I state. All I want to do is show her how her body should feel when being fucked by a real man, but it’s too soon—too fucked up when she’s drunk. “I do feel a little dizzy.” She rubs her fingers against her eyes.
“Maybe just a little nap.” I scoop her up into my arms, and she snuggles against my chest.
“You smell of summer rain,” she breathes, her eyes closing.
“Cash, will you bring some water and two aspirin.”
By the time I’ve ascended the stairs to her room, she’s breathing heavy, her eyes closed. I’ve never felt this content before. I never want to let her go. It’s madness to have such a strong desire toward someone you’ve just met, but she evokes a protective nature in me and excites the beast beneath the surface.
I place her on the bed, but she doesn’t untangle her hands from around my neck. When I look down, she’s looking up at me. “Colt…”
“What is it, islander?”
“Will you kiss me?”
Fuck.
“Just once,” she adds, her brows drawn together.
My tongue swipes out to dampen my lips. “Where do you want me to kiss you?” I ask.
“Everywhere,” she yearns.
Double fuck.
“But for right now…” She leans up and seals her lips to mine. They’re thick and warm, soft against mine. My body overrides my mind, my tongue swiping out to part her lips, tasting her. She mimics my movements, letting out a little moan as I caress every part of her mouth, our tongues dancing like our bodies were to the music downstairs. I grasp her cheek, deepening our kiss before pulling away, panting hard.
“Now sleep, Mona,” I tell her, dragging myself out of the room, almost colliding with Cash.
“You okay?” He quirks a brow.
“Fuck no.” I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “I need a cold fucking shower.”
A knowing grin tilts his lips. “She’s the Garden of Eden. One bite of the apple…”
“Fuck off,” I grunt. I need a shower.
Seventeen
Mona
I wake with a pounding in my head and a thirst I’ve never experienced before. Heat flames my cheeks when memories come back to me of last night. Swimming with Colt and Cash. Seeing them strip from their clothes. Colt’s tight muscles under inked skin. His entire torso and arms are painted in art. It’s mesmerizing.
Cash had clear, taut skin with jewel piercings in his nipples.
I bite my lip, re-living the memory. My mind flashes to dancing with Colt wrapped only in a towel, feeling the heat of his skin against mine, the firm grip of his hands, the strength in that body when he effortlessly carried me to this room and then blew my mind with the most perfect kiss of my existence. Forget butterflies. Birds took flight inside me. Electricity pulsed through every nerve-ending. Heat pooled between my legs, desperately aching for relief. I roll onto my stomach, my hands disappearing between my thighs, rubbing away the need.
When I’m flushed and sated, I smile up at the ceiling, wishing it was Colt’s hands and not my own.
A glass of water and two white pills sit on the bedside table next to a note.
Swallow these. They will help with the headache.
I examine the pills, a little nervous zap surging through me. If they wanted to drug me, they would have done it sooner, and honestly, they don’t need to. I never want to leave this place.
After an extra-long shower, I slip into some fresh clothes from the wardrobe, making a mental note to ask Colt who they belong to.
The house is quiet as I pass through it. The vast windows leave a sprinkling of goosebumps over my skin, the ever-present thought of someone watching me through them. A shiver races up my spine, and I find myself jogging down the stairs instead of walking, craving Colt and Cash’s company.
A scent of hot food hits me when I reach the bottom step. My stomach grumbles in response. I love their food.
I go straight to the dining room, hoping to feast, and stop in my tracks.
My heart kicks against my ribs.
“Hello. I’ve been waiting for you,” their father announces.
“Why? So you can kill me too?” I snap, entering the room and scanning the space for a weapon I can use.