“The FBI kicked down our door during dinner and took him away in handcuffs. So, that kind of bad.”
I swear lowly. “Shit, Brynn. And now he’s gone?”
“Yeah. Posted bail instantly and then apparently left the country.”
I frown. “Why isn’t this in the news?”
She laughs bitterly. “Because my father is a scumbag and hires really good scumbag lawyers. They gag ordered the whole thing. Plus, I think the Feds are embarrassed to talk about this big case if the guy responsible left them in the lurch.”
“And your stepmom is in Greece? Can you call her and explain—”
“We’re not close.” She frowns. “Actually ‘not close’ would be an improvement. She hates me for being a reminder of my mom, and I hate her because she’s a horrible, cold bitch.”
I smile wryly, nodding. “Well, fuck.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, looking down. “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do.”
“Hey,” I growl quietly, bringing her eyes back up to mine. “We’re going to figure this out, I promise. Tonight though, you’re staying here.”
“No, I couldn’t—”
“You can, and you definitely are,” I growl, smiling. “There’s a guest room down the hall from the bathroom upstairs. It’s yours for the night. I’ll get you some clean sheets.”
She smiles sadly, taking a breath as she brings her knees up to her chest. “Thanks, Colton.”
Except, I barely hear her, because suddenly, every single ounce of my attention is being yanked somewhere else. And something roars inside of me.
Because with her knees raised like that, I can see all of Brynn.
…All of her.
The robe is draped over her knees, and the giant pair of boxers of mine she’s wearing have fallen open and wide, and I can clearly see the soft, pink, glistening lips of her tight little pussy.
Fuck.
And just like that, the savage inside of me breaks free. The beast shatters the bars of its cage, and the fire inside of me roars.
She’s still talking, and there’s a faint voice in my head telling me to look away—that this is wrong, and perverse, and that she’s been through way too much recently for me to be staring up the leg of her shorts at her naked pussy like a creep. But fuck if I can stop myself. Not with the way she captivated me back at the club before I knew who she was—captivated me like no woman has in years. Not with the way she slid into that private room and into my lap. Not with the memory of her gorgeous, tight, soft body grinding on my thick cock, her breath catching and the heat between her thighs pulsing against me. Not with having seen her in the shower earlier.
And certainly, not with what I’m looking at now. My cock thickens, pulsing and throbbing between my legs as my jaw clenches.
“Colton?”
I blink, and slowly, my eyes raise to hers. Our gazes lock, and she gasps quietly at the intensity of my gaze, before suddenly, her eyes drop, and realization spreads over her face.
“Oh God,” she whispers softly, her face going red. But she doesn’t yank her legs down, or curse at me, or run screaming from the room. She just blushes intensely, slowly lowering her legs and smoothing her robe down as she chews at her bottom lip.
“I—I guess I’ll just...”
She swallows, her face red as she raises her eyes to mine. And there’s pure, blue, fire in those eyes as they lock with mine.
“I’ll just go to bed now.”
I nod, my jaw still clenched, my mouth dry as she stands.
“I—” she blushes. “Goodnight, Colton.”
“Goodnight, Brynn,” I growl quietly. “We’ll figure this out in the morning.”