Free Colby: September by Brandy Walker Page A

holding Lizzy tight against him, her hips gyrated and arms flung out wide. His friend looked panicked and completely unable to let go of the woman now in his arms. That fucker deserved everything he got.
    Ella high fived her other friend, and walked off the dance floor. She didn’t stop in front of him when she approached. Nope, the strong-willed woman hooked his arm and drug him back to the office. Her hand slid over the hidden panel, the door opened, and she pulled him inside.
    Okay, so he’d had her handprint added to the bar’s database so she could get in easily. She shouldn’t have known that though. Unless someone, who shall not be named, told her.
    He managed a glare back at Holden before the door slid shut and she sighed. One of those thank god for silence ones a person has after hours of loud thumping music have bombarded their ears. He let her have the moment. There was a second’s hesitation before he went and sat down at the desk. This show was all hers, and that bed would be too tempting. Every instinct said to toss her down and cover her with his body. To make his interest known beyond a shadow of a doubt, and do ridiculous caveman style banning of being around other men.
    Ella canted her head to the side. Her gaze lingering on his face for longer than he thought necessary. Slowly, like a heated caress, it glided over him. She may as well have been touching him with her hands. With her mouth. Arousal thrummed through his veins. His dick hardened painfully.
    Witches . Fuck, this was why he couldn’t resist them. Why he couldn’t resist her.
    He had one thought, and one thought only: get Ella into bed. Which would be pretty damn easy, seeing how she was currently standing next to one.
    Ella sat down then and leaned back on her arms. She thrust her chest out and tilted her head back a little. The curve of her neck called him. A groan locked up in his throat. The room in his damn jeans shrinking by the minute as his dick filled.
    Her arms slid outward until she was spread out on the bed. Her hair fanned around her. Arms at her her sides, fingers curling into the comforter. There was a peek of skin between the hem of her dress and the sexy ass boots she wore.
    “Oh my god, this is the best bed ever.” Raising her head up, she looked at him. His eyes snapped up from where they’d been focused on her legs. “Do you guys mind if I move in here?”
    Colby swallowed hard. He licked his lips. “Your bed not as comfy, I take it?” His voice came out strained. Fuck, he hoped she didn’t notice.
    “It’s okay. There’s just something about this one,” she sighed. Turning her head into the comforter, she made a noisy inhale. “Goddess, it smells amazing.”
    It was on the tip of Colby’s tongue to say it smelled like him. Those were his sheets. His pillow. His comforter. He’d slept in it the night before. Holden had pretty much quit sleeping there during the last couple of months. He also worked the day shift and didn’t need to be there late into the night/early morning like Colby.
    Ella hummed and Colby just sat there watching her. Needing her.
    After a beat, her voice filled the quiet room. “So, tell me, Colby from Satyr. What is this thing going on between us? I know we haven’t spent a ton of time together. Lunch a couple days ago was fantastic. It was a nice surprise when you called last night. And today, you looked jealous as hell when Holden decided to bump and grind against my ass…uninvited I might add.”
    No way would he touch on the jealousy issue. He was a guy. He wanted her. Of course he wouldn’t like another man in her vicinity, let alone pressed up against her. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
    Ella snorted softly. “Nice deflection. Not going to work though. I haven’t been drinking. I wanted to be nice and sober for you this time.”
    This time? What did that even mean? Colby pushed up from his chair and stalked toward her. He hovered above her. Legs settling