Free Colby: September by Brandy Walker

and I switch up. We try to change over every three months. Keep changing it up so we don’t get complacent.”
    “Huh, I never thought about that. Maybe once you’re on days, we can get together and have dinner. The two of us. Away from Satyr.”
    Colby grinned like a loon. Thank the Gods she wasn’t there to see it. “I’d like that.” His radio squelched and squawked.
    “Ah, your mistress is calling you. I’ll let you go put out whatever fire has sprung up.”
    “Can’t be a big one. You and your friends aren’t here.”
    “Ha ha. I’m glad you called.”
    “And now you have my number in your phone. Try not to lose it.”
    She giggled. “I’ll do my best. Have a good night.”
    “Night.”
    Ella hung up. He took a moment to let the happiness flow through his body. Maybe he hadn’t lost his touch after all.

11
Sept 18th
    C olby stopped next to the bar and stood absolutely still. Ella was on the dance floor shaking her ass. She did some shimmy thing that had him tracking the sway of her hips. He could imagine his hands on her hips, gripping her tight, her back pressed to his front. His dick twitched and arousal stirred in his gut.
    Her arms went up into the air as she moved from side-to-side. It had to be one of the most sensual things he’d ever seen in his life. Her body was one seductive curvy line. One that needed his hands all over it. His lips pressed to the back of her neck, nibbling and sucking her flesh.
    She spun and the grin on her face lit the place up. From across the room, he could see the happiness pulsing through her. The joy of being out on the dance floor, moving her body to the strong beat of the music.
    A couple of other women whooped and danced around her. They giggled, and Ella laughed as one of them did a spastic hip shaking, arm flailing maneuver that had people within a two-foot radius moving away in fear for their lives. He cracked a smile at their antics. They enjoyed themselves and couldn’t give a fuck about anyone else. Squinting, he recognized the women, one of which was the really horrible dancer, from the first night he’d met Ella. Christie…Missy…Lizzy!
    “Shit,” he grumbled. Those women were pure trouble.
    His feet broke free from where he was frozen in place. He kept his eyes on Ella, praying to all of the Gods that they weren’t going to have a repeat of the last time she was in the Club with her friends. He’d just about made it to her when Holden stepped up behind Ella.
    She looked about as surprised as Colby felt. Her head whipped to the left in plain view of Colby. She frowned and rolled her eyes. Holden snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her back into him. He ground against her lush ass, and Colby saw red.
    Holden looked up and smirked. He’d known Colby had been watching the women. Had been on his way over to Ella. He could tell from that stupid ass grin on his face. Leaning down, Holden whispered in Ella’s ear. Her eyes rounded, and she smacked him playfully on the arm, smiling the entire time.
    Colby stopped. She didn’t really seem upset. Didn’t seem to care Holden was grinding up against her. He seethed for all of a second, before his forward motion continued. Holden wasn’t getting away with his woman. He knew for a fact she would never be interested in the warlock. He was on the edge of the dance floor when Ella looked up. Their gazes collided. Hers brightened with happiness.
    She shot him a smile different from the one she used on Holden. It was more intimate. Like there was something between them, because there fucking was, even though they hadn’t really gotten started. She waved and tried to push Holden’s hands away. When he didn’t let go, she frowned and looked back at him. An eyebrow arched high in an imperial manner. Holden’s lips moved. She frowned even harder.
    Quick as could be, Ella reached out and grabbed Lizzy’s hand. Ella’s lips moved, and like magic, literally, Ella and Lizzy switched places. Holden was left