Chasing Temptation(3)

Ever.

His life was best spent a couple weeks at a time with clear expectations.

“You’re giving me shit, and you’re the one having a joint bachelor party with your fiancée,” Bass said, taking the whiskey in Colt’s hand, which left Bass double-fisted, whiskey in one hand, a beer in the other.

“Hey, my fiancée is the hottest thing in here.” He glanced around. “Well, she will be when she gets here.”

“Look at him,” Huck said, laughing. “He’s like a damn puppy.”

“It’s sad really,” Bass agreed.

Colt just smiled, his stare locked on the entrance. “Ah fellas, you have no idea what you’re in for once the right woman ropes you.”

Colt didn’t give them another word, just hustled toward the entrance, and Bass saw why. Jenna was walking through, and right behind her was Lily and—

“Holy fucking Christ,” he said, his eyes falling out of his head.

Penny Diamond strutted in behind her friends, looking all kinds of deliciously fuckable.

“Oh shit,” Huck said with a wide smile, obviously looking at the same thing Bass was. “Ryder is going to piss his pants when he sees his baby sister trussed up like a—”

“Careful,” Bass warned.

Huck’s smile only grew. “I was going to say ‘hottie.’ I love Penny. I’d never say a bad word about her.”

Bass knew that. They’d all been friends for a long time.

“But I had no idea little Penny was so…curvy.” Huck’s statement made heat rise in Sebastian’s gut. A feeling like jealousy.

Yeah, little Penny was more than curvy. Her five-two frame was hoisted to a staggering five-six in those sinful stilettos. The scrap of fabric she called a skirt showcased tone legs, and the top she wore hugged her flat stomach and full breasts. She was built for a wet dream, had the face of an angel, ivory skin, pouty lips, red hair, and the greenest eyes ever created. And tonight, those gems glanced around until they finally landed on him.

He checked the urge to groan. She didn’t look like Little Miss Diamond tonight, and she sure as hell didn’t look like anyone’s little sister. She looked like she was ready for every fantasy he had—fantasies she’d been the star of lately.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug it out and looked. A text from Ryder.

Ryder: Hey bro, can’t make the party tonight. Got held up in Wichita. Big meeting tomorrow morning. Tell Colt sorry and keep an eye on Penny for me.

Great, just fucking great. Ryder was his saving grace to keep his cool around Penny. But now he was charged to keep an eye on her? He wanted to do a lot more than just look at the sultry redhead.

“Ryder is still in Wichita,” Bass said to Huck. “He’s not coming at all.”

“That sucks. I’ll let Colt know. You coming?” Huck asked, heading toward their group of friends several tables away.

Bass shook his head. “I’m going to hang back for a few.”

“Ah, gonna make a move on the brunette, huh?” Huck asked.

No, he was staying put, because if he left the table, he might get closer to Penny. Might touch her. Forget why that was a bad idea.

“Something like that.”

Huck headed toward the group and sat with them at the other end of the club. Bass stayed at his table. The packed dance floor between him and Penny might be enough distance.

Except he saw with one part fear, one part hunger, that she was walking in his direction. Her breasts damn near bouncing out of her top with every stride.

He thought—hoped—she was headed his way. Her eyes were locked on him, after all. But that would be bad. Because the closer she came, the further his mind traveled to all the images of her writhing beneath him. Her skin was the color of fresh cream, and he had no doubt her ass would look amazing warmed and pink from his hand.

He’d bend her over, slap her ass while he fucked her hard. Fucked her until she begged for release. But he wouldn’t give it. It would be punishment for wearing that outfit. Flaunting her body that was his to command—

No. Not mine. She’s. Not. Mine.

He’d tell himself this a thousand times if he had to. And he’d hate it every single time.

Just when he thought she would saunter her sweet ass over to him, she stopped to chat up some cowboy. The prick leaned down and said something in her ear, and she smiled and tucked a lock of ruby hair behind her ear. All while she kept her eyes on Bass.

What the hell? Was she trying to make him jealous?

The heat that had started in his gut flamed to a full on fire and burned his blood.

He didn’t know what the cowboy was saying, but judging by Penny’s swaying movements and laugh, the asshole was obviously hitting on her. And the way she raised her brows in Bass’s direction, as if saying, What are you going to do about it? He was certain now what she was trying to do to him. Shit of it was, it was working.