Chapter Eighteen #3
When he pins my wrist above my head and his cock presses against me, I moan into the kiss, my body arching for more. God, this man knows what he’s doing.
He pulls back, both of us breathless. “Cancel tonight?” he reiterates.
I smirk and shake my head again, enjoying the game too much.
He exhales and drops his head to my neck. “Man, I hate letting a good boner go to waste.”
I laugh. “We could cancel. But they’d still all show up.”
“We have locks on the bedroom door,” he mutters.
“My parents will be here.”
Colt groans. “Yeah, that’s a no. I really don’t want your dad hearing me wreck you.”
“No one wants that,” I agree.
He groans dramatically. “So, I guess we should get ready then?” He sighs again. “Or… what’s ten more minutes?”
Twenty minutes later, we finally emerge, flushed, satisfied, and cutting it close.
Anna and Johnny arrive first, then Hux, Dingo, and Sia.
Aston’s staying with Anna’s mum, and everyone has a guest room lined up.
The manor is buzzing with energy. The kitchen is transformed.
Shot glasses line the counter, and the smell of party food fills the space.
I’m plating snacks when Colt walks over and pulls me aside, out of earshot.
“Hey,” he says quietly, almost nervously. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
I nod.
He lowers his voice, glancing at the others before returning his eyes to mine. “I just wanted to say… I haven’t been out in a long time. You know that. I’m okay. I feel okay. I want you to know I’ve got this.”
The look in his eyes makes it clear that he’s not talking about partying.
He’s talking about temptation.
Substances.
It hadn’t even crossed my mind until now, and I curse myself for it.
“I know you’re doing great, Colt. I see it. But do you trust yourself?” I ask softly.
He swallows and nods, quiet but sure. “Yeah. I do. I feel stronger than I have in months. And if anyone even offered me something tonight, I’d walk away. No question. I’ve got too much to lose.”
I wrap my arms around him. “Then I trust you. Just keep an eye on Hux. He’s been off lately.”
“I’ve noticed. I’ll check in with him. But listen, I mean it… I won’t screw this up. I want you to enjoy tonight and not spend it worrying about me.”
“I won’t,” I say. “But if anything feels off… come home. Just come home to me, okay?”
“You’re the best fiancée ever, you know that?”
“Nah, just the most patient,” I tease, and he grins, leaning in for a kiss.
“Oi!” Dingo calls from across the room. “Stop tongue-fucking and come take some shots.”
We laugh and separate, and Colt gives me one last look, one last promise, before we join the chaos.
The tequila burns like hellfire going down, and I already know that this night’s going to be one for the books.
Guests start pouring in. Our parents, Colt’s mum, Kira, a few of the Slayettes, minus one former Slayette I’ll never invite again. No Jessi. Thank God.
Joseph and Danny arrive, followed by Brad and a few of the Dragon’s Lair crew. Support staff. Friends. Roadies. It’s turning into a proper party.
Finally, the stretch Hummers pull up outside, and the noise level triples.
Colt finds me, kisses me hard, and then again, softer. “Have a good night,” he says.
“Go get drunk. And call me only if you need to.”
He grins, and just like that, the wild night begins.
Johnny barrels in, already half-drunk, tugging on Colt’s arm like an overexcited puppy. “C’mon, man, we gotta go. Drinks are waiting.”
I laugh as Colt throws me one last look over his shoulder.
Have fun, I mouth, and he smiles before Johnny drags him out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward the front door.
Moments later, all the guys, except Joseph and Danny, have piled into the stretch Hummers and disappeared into the night.
That leaves just us ladies, Joseph, and Danny.
I walk over to Joseph, slipping my arm around his waist. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“I know,” he says, pulling me into a side hug. “I miss that gorgeous face and my little Yorkie-poo. Honestly, not sure who I miss more.”
I scoff, slapping his chest playfully. “Rude.”
“I’m kidding!” He laughs. “How are you, though? You seem…” He tips his head to the side. “Good. Really good.”
Before I can answer, Danny strolls over with three frozen cocktails in bright neon cups.
“I’m so good,” I say, reaching for a drink. “I’m getting married next Saturday, Anna’s jumping through all the hoops for the baby, my best friends are here, and there are cocktails. Life doesn’t get much better.”
Joseph chuckles. “Well, I have to admit, you look a hell of a lot brighter than you did a few months ago. We were worried, thought you might spiral for good.”
Danny nods, his expression soft. “Yeah. We honestly didn’t know if you and Colt would find your way back to each other.”
Their honesty makes my chest tighten, but I smile through it. “I didn’t either,” I admit. “But I had Princess. I had you guys. And now? I’ve got everything I ever wanted.”
Danny wraps one arm around each of us, pulling us into a warm, squishy group hug. “Damn right you do.”
Soon, the drinks are flowing, the laughter is echoing off the walls, and everyone is sipping out of glittery penis straws as we play Pin the Penis on Chris Hemsworth.
Joseph’s idea, of course.
Sia is up next, blindfolded and already giggling as she wobbles in place, a pink cardboard dick in hand.
I’m absolutely wasted, and loving every second, but even in the chaos, I can’t help but wonder what Colt’s up to. Hopefully, he’s having just as much fun. I’m sure Johnny’s keeping an eye on him.
Suddenly, something buzzes against my chest, making me jump.
Then I remember, I shoved my phone in my bra for ‘safe keeping.’ I pull it out and smile when I see the name on the screen.
Colt.
As Sia spins in circles with a penis in hand, ready to violate Chris Hemsworth’s laminated abs, I tap the message open with a grin.
Colt: Hey, baby, I hope you’re having fun. Just wanted to let you know I miss you. xo
A grin spreads across my face, my heart fluttering at the fact he’s thinking of me, even in the middle of his own wild night. Quickly, I type out a reply.
Me: I’m having a great time. Just wish you were here. I miss you more. <3 xo
I hit send and tuck my phone back into my bra, as a wave of laughter erupts around me, so I glance up. Sia, who is still blindfolded, is pinning the penis squarely on Chris’s cheek. Everyone cracks up, and then loud music booms through the house, cutting through the laughter like a siren.
We all turn toward the doorway, where a policeman and a fireman now stand.
Oh. My. God.
Biting my bottom lip, I glance at Danny, who’s fanning himself like he’s on fire.
I giggle, immediately ducking behind Kira.
“There’s been a call about a very naughty girl,” the policeman announces, voice booming over the beat. “She’s been real hot, and we’re here to put out her fire and punish her for being so damn bad. Now… where’s Dee?”
Everyone bursts out laughing, eyes scanning the room like it’s a game of hide-and-seek.
Joseph stands with a devious grin. “There she is… behind Kira!”
“Traitor,” I cry as Kira turns around and grabs my arm, dragging me into the middle of the room.
My cheeks are on fire, and I can barely breathe through the laughter.
Anna cheers, Mum claps, and the entire room is egging it on like this is the main event, which it probably is when I think about it. I sit down once Anna shoves a chair behind me, my hands over my face as I giggle like a drunk schoolgirl.
I cannot believe I agreed to this.
The song shifts to a heavy beat, and the ‘cop’ pulls out a set of plastic handcuffs. He snaps them around my wrists and locks my hands behind my back.
“Oh my God, Anna,” I call out.
She screams in delight, along with every woman in the room. The two gay men are cheering louder than anyone else.
The sexy cop starts dancing in front of me, hips swaying as the fireman heads toward Sia, who’s already grinding along with him.
I burst out laughing, too drunk and too entertained to stop it.
Hat and sunglasses go flying as the cop straddles me, gyrating hard into my lap.
I close my eyes and shake my head, equal parts horrified and amused.
What is my life?
Then he turns around, sticking his ass in my face, shaking it like it’s part of the show, which, clearly, it is. When he bends over and yanks his pants off in one clean motion, revealing a red G-string, I absolutely lose it.
I’m crying with laughter.
Literally hiccuping.
Sia’s tearing off the fireman’s pants.
People are cheering.
Phones are flashing.
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!”