Page 55 of Wilde About You

Gregor's whole body stiffened. "Who are you calling a loser?"

We were definitely stirring up the otherwise cozy, calm ambience of the coffee shop. People were starting to take pictures. I heard the fighters' names being muttered behind screens.

"You're drawing more attention to yourself, J.J.," Buck said between clenched teeth. "I've taken care of this. Now, she walks out of here, unscathed, and I will dispose of this envelope. Otherwise, I'll post the fucking thing myself. I don't give a fuck about any of this anymore."

I shook Buck's hand. "I hope you find every happiness." I looked pointedly at Gregor. "He was always way too good for you," I said loudly. I was sure the statement would start a few rumors, and I was fine with that. Gregor deserved it.

I took Colin's hand. "Ready?"

He glared at Gregor for a second. "Yep, I'm ready." We turned and walked out.

I finally looked over at Colin. "Pretty brave going toe to toe with Gregor and then calling him a loser."

Colin released a breath. "Fuck. Thought I was a goner for sure."

I turned to him, and his arms went instantly around me. "You mean you were scared? I can't believe it."

"I'm a Wilde. I'm not an idiot. That guy could turn me into chicken pot pie with one hand tied behind his back."

He walked me to the truck, and once again, I nestled into his arms. "Well, I think we should go home so you can take my mind off the fact that I probably just handed over the most important photo of my career."

Colin's hand smoothed down to my ass. "Hm, I think I can handle that assignment. First one home gets to be on top," he quipped and took off at a run.

I laughed giddily and jumped into the truck.

twenty-six

. . .

Colin

Nate was sitting on the porch with Lenny. "Thought you guys would be longer."

The truck came racing up the gravel driveway, spitting rocks and dust into the air. Sadie parked and got out. "Damn it. I took a wrong turn. Guess you win."

Nate smiled. "What did he win?" he asked innocently.

"None of your damn business," I said as I took hold of Sadie's hand.

"Yep, probably better I don't know," Nate called to us as I led Sadie quickly through the house.

"Where have you two been?" Dad called from the family room.

"We've been out and now we are very tired and need a nap," I yelled down as I climbed the stairs. I hadn't let go of Sadie's hand. She was practically taking two steps at a time to keep up with my urgent stride.

We reached the bedroom, and I snapped shut the door before pulling her into my arms. "Now where were we? Something about you needing a distraction." I whipped off her shirt and smoothed my hands up her back to her bra hooks. It dropped to the floor.

I lifted her into my arms and pressed her up against the wall. "I can't get enough of you, sprite. Can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you." My mouth pressed down hard over hers. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she clung to me.

A growl of urgent need roared up from my throat. I carried her to the bed and lowered her down. I knelt down between her thighs and yanked off her shorts and underwear. I pulled them right off over her shoes.

Sadie reached her hands up over her head and arched her back. "Like what you see?" She opened her thighs.

I leaned back and surveyed every inch of her, slowly, teasingly.

"Colin, I might come just from the way you're looking at me."

I stared down at her as I pulled off my shirt. "I think it'll be more fun to touch you." I leaned down over her and kissed her tits, taking each nipple one by one into my mouth. She pushed harder against my mouth. My hand trailed down to her pussy and she dropped her thighs open farther. My fingers pushed into the hot, wet folds of her pussy.