Page 20 of The Break Out

The faceless man of my fantasy giving me pleasure I’ve never experienced with anyone else. His fingers rubbing me, his mouth on me, before fucking me in a way that has me exploding all around him.

I find that my hands have slid underneath my underwear and I’m swiping my finger through my desire and bringing it up to my clit to rub tight circles, exactly the way I need to get off. I close my eyes and the fantasy takes over.

The man moving me exactly how he wants me, flipping me onto my stomach as he drives into me from behind. His hand isrubbing me between my body and the mattress while he fucks me in punishing thrusts.

His voice is in my ear,“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re taking my cock like the perfect little slut you are.”

“Your pussy was made for me.”

The voice becomes more distinct the closer I get. The telltale signs of an orgasm starting to form. I bring myself closer and closer to the edge when the voice becomes familiar. And in my fantasy, I’m flipped around on my back and the faceless man isn’t faceless anymore.

When my release hits me, I realize who my brain assigned this fantasy to. I almost want to stop myself from coming, but I can’t. It’s too late. When I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my moan, it’s in punishment to myself that the face and voice my brain decided to add to my fantasy is that of ColtonfuckingWheeler.

The next dayI refuse to think about what I did last night. I didn’t reply to Colton, and I don’t plan to. I’m avoiding him and pretending like I never fantasized about him while I…nope, see I’m not thinking about it.

Chandler needed my help with something for the baby today and I head over as soon as I see her text. She greets me looking completely disheveled and out of breath. If the guys weren’t out of town, I would assume to know why she looks like that and would probably throw up in my mouth a bit because that would include my brother.

“Hey,” she greets, panting.

“You okay?” My concern rising. I’ve never been around anyone in labor, and she could be right now for all I know.

“Yeah, the stairs are killing me,” she heaves.

“Maybe you guys should’ve thought about that before buying such a huge place.” I step inside. “Or even better, make them build you an elevator.”

She shakes her head. “It’s only for a couple more weeks, I can handle it.”

“I don’t know. That elevator seems like a good idea in general,” I coax.

Chandler huffs out a small laugh. “You might be right. If I had an elevator I wouldn’t need your help.”

She leads me to a box leaning against a wall. It’s not heavy, but it is awkwardly shaped, so I have to walk sideways up the stairs to get it up to the nursery.

I set it down in the immaculately decorated baby room, placing my hands on my hips. “Could this not have waited until the guys were back? I feel like this is all they would be good for.”

Chandler smirks, “They are good for much more than that.”

I exaggerate a gag. “Gross. No. I love you, but those comments are okay for Audrey, not me.”

She laughs. “Sorry, but that’s what you get for questioning me being an independent woman.”

“I know you are. What is this anyway?” I ask, moving the box to see for myself.

“It’s a nightstand. I realized we needed one when I ran out of room to put things for her.”

“I assume you need my help building it too?” I ask, already starting to open the box.

“Nah, I got it. I just need you to keep me company.” She takes over for me, opening the box.

Over the next couple of hours, Chandler fights off my attempts to help beyond handing her things she needs for the project. After a short interlude when Vince calls her, and another one when somehow a piece was put on the wrong way resulting in her having to undo a couple steps and try again, it’s finished. We ordered dinner to have together and it’s nice to spend some one-on-one time with my sister-in-law.

I head home and only realize I haven’t paid my phone any attention when I see all the notifications that have piled up throughout the day. While I hope to see some from Bryson, or even maybe Bailey, that’s not the case. Most of them have to do with Spencer which means I’ll be spending tomorrowgentlyreminding people that she is not available at this time.

One message makes me narrow my eyes at the screen, and yet again while I debate blocking him, I still don’t. At least this time I don’t reply. Not after what happened last night. I refuse to let my fantasies include this asshole again.

I know that if I ignore him long enough, he’ll eventually give up. Guys like Colton Wheeler only like the thrill of the chase for so long. At the end of the day, he wants convenience and that will never be me.

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