if it wasn’t him. Though his cock wanted her to do him in the worst way, and he’d probably have zipper marks permanently imprinted on it after this evening.
No, this time his brain was firmly in control and he was keeping it that way, even if Sierra was determined to have fun with anyone willing to dance with her or buy her a drink. He’d tried to keep her corralled in a safe space, but he turned his back once and she had drifted off with a sketchy looking poser wearing a too-clean hat and boots. Granted, plenty of people thought Colt wasn’t a real cowboy since he didn’t work cattle and wore the attire. Fuck them.
When she started stumbling more than dancing, swaying almost off her feet and needing him to catch her a few times, he decided to call it a night. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up. She fell against him, her arms draped around his neck, pulling his head down to her face.
“Dance with me,” she slurred, tugging him toward the dance floor, almost stumbling backward.
A slow song came on. One of his songs. She pulled his hand, the pure joy on her face and her excitement about dancing to one of his songs charming him despite his determination to get her home. Before he could follow her, another guy smoothly stepped between them, breaking their contact.
“I’ll dance with you, darlin’.”
Her face went immediately blank and she recoiled, her hand dropping to her side. The guy advanced on her with a smile, but she clearly was not feeling it. Anger flashed through Colt, and he had to push down the urge to rip the guy’s arms off. Instead, he laid a hand firmly on the other man’s shoulder, halting his progress.
“She already has a partner.”
He shifted the other man aside and pushed past him, but the other guy wasn’t giving up so easily. He grabbed Colt’s arm and whirled him around, but Colt had been in his share of bar fights and expected the motion. His fist clipped the other guy in the jaw, sending him reeling to the ground. Before the cowboy could get up, Zane Calabrese, a big, tatted guy who owned The Rock was there, holding the guy by the back of his shirt.
“That’s enough, Tommy. Time to sleep it off somewhere.” And he hauled him off the dance floor and toward the door.
Colt turned to Sierra and held out his hand. “I think it’s time to go.”
She looked so crestfallen that it almost broke his heart. “Just one more dance?”
He sighed. Getting close to her was tempting fate too much, his blood already pounding, demanding he hold her close in his arms, and then take her to bed all night long. Damn. He twirled her onto the dance floor, easily catching the flow of the music.
Sierra laid her head on his shoulder, falling into the rhythm with him like they’d danced together for years instead of one night. She fit him perfectly, as if her body had been molded just for him. He slid his hands down to her hips to pull her more firmly against him. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she sighed against his neck, relaxing into his hold. He closed his eyes and let the music take him away, along with the sounds, the sway of Sierra’s body, her soft scent, and the sweet tickle of her breath on his skin.
The song ended and another one began, this one faster, and Sierra let out a whoop, almost deafening him. Her hands immediately went in the air and she began dancing. Unfortunately, her body didn’t quite catch up with the change in speed, especially when she closed her eyes, and Colt caught her just as she lurched and before she fell.
Zane appeared and gave Colt a suspicious look. “She should be getting home. I can get her there.”
“I’ve got this.” He held her close by his side, not willing to let her go, not yet. Zane’s frown turned more forbidding and Colt swallowed hard. “I’m going to take her home and put her to bed. Alone. I promise.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed. “See that you treat her right. She’s got friends.”
After a final warning glare, Zane turned and stalked away. Colt sucked in a deep breath then braced his arm behind Sierra, who was still swaying to the music, eyes closed, as if just enjoying the sound. Yeah, he understood that. He sometimes sat like