Driven by K. Bromberg
“What?” Haddie and I shout, but both with different meanings. There is no possible way I am going to Las Vegas right now. What in the hell?
Colton holds up his phone, biting his lip as he tries to concentrate on its screen, and I realize he’s trying to tell the time. “We’ll be back in the morning, but wheels up in one hour Rylee so you better get that fine ass of yours moving!”
What? We’re flying? What am I even thinking? I’m not going anywhere. “Colton, you can’t possibly be serious!”
He pushes himself up from the couch, and looks a little wobbly before getting control. He looks down at me, an errant lock of hair falling over his forehead with his shirt untucked on the right side. “Do I need to pick you up over my shoulder and haul you to your bedroom to show you just how serious I am sweetheart?”
I look over at Beckett for some kind of help. He just shrugs his shoulders, silently laughing at our banter. “I’d just give in Rylee,” he drawls winking at me. “He doesn’t give up when he’s in this mood. I suggest you go get changed.”
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I look over at Haddie who has excitement dancing in her eyes. “C’mon Ry.” She prompts, “It couldn’t hurt to escape with everything that’s going on tomorrow,” she murmurs. “Have a little fun and forget a little.” I nod at her and her smile widens. She whoops loudly, “We’re going to Vegas baby!”
Beckett stands from the chair asking for the bathroom. Haddie offers to show him while she goes and gets ready. I turn to face Colton but am caught off guard as he swoops me up and over his shoulder, swatting my butt as he carries me rather unsteadily toward the hallway.
“Colton stop!” I shriek, smacking his ass in turn.
He just laughs loudly. “Which room is yours?” I squeal as he tickles my feet. “Tell me woman or I’ll be forced to torture you some more!”
Oh, I definitely like drunk and playful Colton!
“Last door on the right,” I screech as he tickles me some more before throwing me unceremoniously onto my bed. I am out of breath from laughing and before I can even speak, Colton’s body is flanking mine, pressing me into the mattress. The feeling of his weight on me, pressing intimately against me, creates a crack in my resolve. So much for being aloof.
His mouth captures mine and his tongue plunders into my mouth. I slide my hands up and under the hem of his shirt and run my hands up the planes of his back. The kiss is full of greed, angst, and passion, and I know I’m losing myself in it. To him. His hands roam, touching every inch of my bare skin he can find as if he needs this connection to tell him everything is all right between us. There is a change I can feel, but cannot describe in the way he’s kissing me. As if our union is reassuring him. Confirming that whatever’s between us, is still there. And I can’t help but wonder if this is what he feels when I kiss him.
I freeze when I hear a knock on the doorjamb. “C’mon loverboy,” Beckett chuckles uncomfortably, “Rein it in. You can do that later. Right now we’ve got a plane to catch.”
Colton rolls off of me groaning as he adjusts his arousal in his jeans. “You’re such a buzz kill Becks!”
“That’s why you love me brother!” he laughs as he retreats down the hall giving me some privacy to get ready.
Colton props his hands behind his head and crosses his feet at the ankles as I scoot off of the bed to get ready. “God you look sexy right now,” Colton says, his eyes focused on my nipples pressing against the think cotton of my tank.
“She’ll look sexier in about twenty minutes if you can get the hell out and let her do her thing,” Haddie says unabashedly as she breezes in my room holding a handful of barely-there dresses on hangers for me to look at.
“Well shit,” Colton says pushing himself up off of the mattress, “I guess I’ve been told. Time for another beer.”
Fueled
Coming August 2013
(Please note that this is not the final version – changes may be made in the editing process)
About the Author:
K. Bromberg was born and raised in Southern California. She graduated from University of California at San Diego with two bachelors—economics and political science—but always loved to write.
K. Bromberg remains in Southern California with her husband and their three young children. When not writing or working her day job, she can be found playing ninjas or power rangers with her son, fixing the hair of her oldest daughter’s American girl doll, trying to potty train her youngest daughter, or listening to any or all of them fight/whine at once. When she needs a break from the daily chaos, you can almost always find her with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good book or mentally outlining her next set of characters.
Driven is K. Bromberg’s first published novel and the first book in “The Driven Trilogy.”
Thanks dpgroup forum.
K. Bromberg, Driven
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Colton holds up his phone, biting his lip as he tries to concentrate on its screen, and I realize he’s trying to tell the time. “We’ll be back in the morning, but wheels up in one hour Rylee so you better get that fine ass of yours moving!”
What? We’re flying? What am I even thinking? I’m not going anywhere. “Colton, you can’t possibly be serious!”
He pushes himself up from the couch, and looks a little wobbly before getting control. He looks down at me, an errant lock of hair falling over his forehead with his shirt untucked on the right side. “Do I need to pick you up over my shoulder and haul you to your bedroom to show you just how serious I am sweetheart?”
I look over at Beckett for some kind of help. He just shrugs his shoulders, silently laughing at our banter. “I’d just give in Rylee,” he drawls winking at me. “He doesn’t give up when he’s in this mood. I suggest you go get changed.”
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I look over at Haddie who has excitement dancing in her eyes. “C’mon Ry.” She prompts, “It couldn’t hurt to escape with everything that’s going on tomorrow,” she murmurs. “Have a little fun and forget a little.” I nod at her and her smile widens. She whoops loudly, “We’re going to Vegas baby!”
Beckett stands from the chair asking for the bathroom. Haddie offers to show him while she goes and gets ready. I turn to face Colton but am caught off guard as he swoops me up and over his shoulder, swatting my butt as he carries me rather unsteadily toward the hallway.
“Colton stop!” I shriek, smacking his ass in turn.
He just laughs loudly. “Which room is yours?” I squeal as he tickles my feet. “Tell me woman or I’ll be forced to torture you some more!”
Oh, I definitely like drunk and playful Colton!
“Last door on the right,” I screech as he tickles me some more before throwing me unceremoniously onto my bed. I am out of breath from laughing and before I can even speak, Colton’s body is flanking mine, pressing me into the mattress. The feeling of his weight on me, pressing intimately against me, creates a crack in my resolve. So much for being aloof.
His mouth captures mine and his tongue plunders into my mouth. I slide my hands up and under the hem of his shirt and run my hands up the planes of his back. The kiss is full of greed, angst, and passion, and I know I’m losing myself in it. To him. His hands roam, touching every inch of my bare skin he can find as if he needs this connection to tell him everything is all right between us. There is a change I can feel, but cannot describe in the way he’s kissing me. As if our union is reassuring him. Confirming that whatever’s between us, is still there. And I can’t help but wonder if this is what he feels when I kiss him.
I freeze when I hear a knock on the doorjamb. “C’mon loverboy,” Beckett chuckles uncomfortably, “Rein it in. You can do that later. Right now we’ve got a plane to catch.”
Colton rolls off of me groaning as he adjusts his arousal in his jeans. “You’re such a buzz kill Becks!”
“That’s why you love me brother!” he laughs as he retreats down the hall giving me some privacy to get ready.
Colton props his hands behind his head and crosses his feet at the ankles as I scoot off of the bed to get ready. “God you look sexy right now,” Colton says, his eyes focused on my nipples pressing against the think cotton of my tank.
“She’ll look sexier in about twenty minutes if you can get the hell out and let her do her thing,” Haddie says unabashedly as she breezes in my room holding a handful of barely-there dresses on hangers for me to look at.
“Well shit,” Colton says pushing himself up off of the mattress, “I guess I’ve been told. Time for another beer.”
Fueled
Coming August 2013
(Please note that this is not the final version – changes may be made in the editing process)
About the Author:
K. Bromberg was born and raised in Southern California. She graduated from University of California at San Diego with two bachelors—economics and political science—but always loved to write.
K. Bromberg remains in Southern California with her husband and their three young children. When not writing or working her day job, she can be found playing ninjas or power rangers with her son, fixing the hair of her oldest daughter’s American girl doll, trying to potty train her youngest daughter, or listening to any or all of them fight/whine at once. When she needs a break from the daily chaos, you can almost always find her with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good book or mentally outlining her next set of characters.
Driven is K. Bromberg’s first published novel and the first book in “The Driven Trilogy.”
Thanks dpgroup forum.
K. Bromberg, Driven