Page 108 of The Break Out

Progress, I guess.

The game goes surprisingly well for how much shit has been happening behind the scenes. We are even able to pull out a solid win four-to-one. It almost helps lift my mood. Almost.

Back in the locker room the guys are excited and I’m shocked when Dumont pats my shoulder. “You coming out to celebrate with us?”

“Nah, I’m beat,” I answer easily. I’d rather not get caught up in any other drama if some puck bunny decides to test the waters with me and it gets back to Brynn before I get the chance to talk to her again.

“Good choice, you should probably go home,” Colver adds. I looked over at him, confused why he would say that. He sends a wink in my direction, but I have no idea what for.

“Uh, yeah, I need some fucking sleep.” I shake off the weird interaction and focus on getting out of here.

Just like I have every home game, I check to see if Brynn is waiting in the hallway with her friends. Just like every other game she’s not there.

By the time I get home I wonder if I should have gone to her apartment, knocked on her door until she answered. Refused to leave until she would talk to me. But I can’t. She said I was pushy before. I can’t do that to her again. She has to want me too.

Entering my dark house, I notice the light to the hallway leading to my room is on and I’m confused because I always turn all the lights off. Unless I actually forgot, which is unusual but possible.

I walk that direction, and my eyes catch on the painting hung up in the living room, there’s something hanging from the frame with an envelope on it. As I get closer, I see it’s a jersey. Taking it down, I see the familiar Dragons logo, and on the back, it has “Collee 52.” My heart rate immediately kicks up at the sight. And I remember the last time I saw this jersey was when she was wearing it while I fucked her in the locker room.

Brynn was here.

I opened the envelope to see her handwritten note.

Come find me.

I feel like I can’t breathe. She’s here. And she’s clearly not hiding very well if the light leading to my room is any indication.

But I don’t care. I just want to see her. Which is why I rush that way, still gripping the note and jersey as I bust open the door and am met with the greatest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. Brynn is kneeling in the middle of the rug, her long blonde hair falling around her shoulders partially covering the Dragon logo on the jersey she has on that’s way too big for her frame. Her hands rest on her thighs and she’s looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Hi,” she greets softly because I haven’t been able to say anything.

Instead of trying, I drop the things in my hands and rush over to her, lifting her into my arms immediately. Holding her tightly against me. I take everything in. Her floral scent, the way she fits so perfectly in my arms, the little sigh she lets out as soon as we make contact.

She pulls back slightly, and I see the sheen of tears in her eyes, cupping her face, I use my thumb to wipe the first one that falls immediately.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve listened to you. I believe you; I was just scared. I shouldn’t have let you leave, Colton I’m so sor–”

“Hey,” I cut her off. “You don’t need to apologize. We were both scared, and I get it. You don’t have to be sorry, I wasn’t going to push you anymore, but fuck, I missed you so much you have no idea.”

“I missed you too,” she says as another tear falls.

“I want to make one thing clear to you that I should’ve said already. I should’ve told you the first time I realized it. But I fucking love you, Brynn Collee. You are and always will be everything to me. I am so fucking in love with you,” I confess.

“I love you too,” she whispers, and I can’t wait any longer, brushing my mouth onto hers. Kissing her like she’s the air I need to breathe because at this moment she is.

She opens immediately letting my tongue dip into her mouth as we sink into each other. I pull back before I really want to, and she whimpers at the loss.

“Thought I told you; I gave you that key so you could be kneeling naked in my room.” I make it a point to look her up and down at her very not naked body.

“If I was naked, you would’ve been too distracted to talk to me,” she scoffs. “Plus, I thought you’d like this too.”

Backing out of my arms, I reluctantly let her put the space between us. When she turns around and I see “Wheeler 24” across her back I can’t help but tug her back into me, taking her mouth in another desperate kiss. Knowing she’s in my jersey for the first time, here in my house, and is my girl, has me needing her right this second.

But in my way.

My hand collars her throat, angling her head so I can kiss her deeper. She mewls into my mouth as her hands grip my button down tightly. I slide my fingers to the back of her head, tangling them into her soft hair and yanking hard so our mouths part. Hers dropped open on a gasp as she looked up at me. Lips red and puffy from mine and I want to bite them. And I will.

“On your knees again,” I growl.

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