Free Unavoidable by Yara Greathouse Page B

karaoke
     showcase. We decided to come a bit early so we can let loose, drink a little and dance
     a lot. Right now “Runnin’ Outta Moonlight” by Randy Houser is playing. We work our
     way through the crowd to the bar. Guys are just looking at us from top to bottom.
     I like the attention, but there’s not a man in here that can compare to the one who’s
     inside my head.
 
“What do you want to drink?” Ciara asks bringing me back to the moment.
 
“I need a shot of something strong to calm my nerves. How about some Patron?”
 
“Sounds like a winner!!! Patron shots coming up! Woo Hoo!!!” Ciara is certainly more
     excited than I am.
 
We squeeze up to the counter, ask the bartender for the shooters, plus lime wedges
     and salt. He serves the shots, Ciara and I lick the back of our hands, sprinkle the
     salt and at the count of three, we simultaneously lick the salt, drink the shots and
     suck on the lime wedges. We repeat for a second round, then decide to go do a little
     dancing before the actions starts.
 
We hit the dance floor and it doesn’t take long before we are pretty much surrounded
     by guys dancing. I decide to let go and enjoy myself. I have nothing to fear. There
     is no danger here. My weapons of choice for the night are actually two of my favorites.
     A thin brown leather necklace is holding a pointed grooved grip kubotan, and inside
     my small crossbody purse, I have a wildcat keychain. Always be prepared for anything.
     You never know when something or someone is gonna get in your way.
 
It’s really hard to keep your personal space open when you have a bunch of guys trying
     to grind on you. I’m looking around the dance floor trying to find one friendly face
     that interests me. Nothing. I look away, past the dance floor, and scan the crowd.
     My eyes stop cold when I see a pair of gray eyes that I have gotten to know too well
     these past few days. His square jaw tenses, and I can see from here how his pecs tighten
     against the dark gray short sleeved t-shirt he is wearing tonight. Oooh, fuckety fuck! I try to signal Ciara to look, but she is too busy making gooey eyes to a guy next
     to her. I look back to where Colton was, but I don’t see him. Did I imagine it? Am
     I losing my mind?
 
Three seconds later, I feel the heat and the energy behind me. I don’t need to look,
     I already know who it is. I make myself look over my shoulder to catch him giving
     the stink eye to all the guys around me. He smells great, and looks good enough to
     lick every single inch of his body. I gently smile and simply mouth the word “Hi.”
 
Colton gets closer until his hard body is perfectly aligned with mine. He gently removes
     my hair from the side of my face angled toward him and pulls it onto my other shoulder
     in order to uncover my ear, and then he gets closer and whispers… “You are a sight
     to see, Brianna. I’m taking a mental picture of the way you are looking so that I
     can use it later on to satisfy my… thirst . And girl, you smell like heaven. This is exactly where I want to be, nestled against
     my heaven.” I feel his hands grab my hips and he pulls me even closer to him. I hate
     to admit it to myself - It feels great!
 
He buries his nose on my neck and inhales deeply, moving his lips up my neck while
     breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth so I can feel the warm air, his warm air, against my very receptive, sensitive skin. His lips move ever so slowly until he
     places them, barely touching, lightly against the bottom part of my earlobe. This
     tame gesture makes me feel like a wild animal. There is a fire being ignited down there. Adrenaline is flowing through my body from top to bottom, causing the heat to rise
     up. I just know my cheeks are cherry red. Then I hear him breathing hard – his lips
     are still next to my ear – and that’s when he moves in for the kill: his teeth wrap
     the bottom of my earlobe and he pulls on it ever so