Page 27 of The Break Out

Colton: If you don’t give it to me, I’ll just have to get it from your brother. Might be kinda fun to tell him I got his baby sister to slap me across the face, then kiss me.

Brynn: Please ask Brent for my number. I would love to see how that works out for you. Spoiler alert, you still won’t get it.

Colton: Maybe not, but then you have to explain to him why you went out with me. Which I know you don’t want. I’m cool being your dirty little secret, Princess.

I want to call his bluff, there’s no way he would actually tell Brent about what happened and ask him for my number. That’s a surefire way to start a fight.

Wait, that might be exactly what he wants. If I know anything about the asshole who won’t leave me alone it’s that he enjoys a fight. At least on the ice, but something tells me he would do the same off it as well.

And I really don’t want Brent to know I had a temporary moment of insanity and actually met up with Colton. I could lie, but he’s always been able to read me too easily.

Reluctantly I send him my phone number and then throw my phone onto my couch.

“And this is why you don’t give hockey players an inch because they just push and push for more,” I tell Ellie while pulling out some pasta to make prime girl dinner for myself. Buttered noodles.

Ellie purrs and settles into the soft cat bed I got her that I put on the couch so she can cuddle, but still have her own space.

“You’re lucky you’re a cat. There won’t be any little player cats coming in here to bother you.”

She makes a soft sound that I’m going to assume is her understanding. Or it’s her falling asleep noise. Either way, I know this cat is on my side with this whole Colton situation. And Idecide that when he texts me, I’m just going to block his number. This needs to end before it goes any further.

The fact that I can still remember how it felt to have his lips on mine, and how quickly my body responded to the dominating way his tongue invaded my mouth, I’d hate to think how it would react to anything more. Because I have a feeling my traitorous body and vagina would happily submit to the hot hockey player.

My mind, on the other hand, refuses.

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Practicing while knowing what the captain’s little sister’s mouth tastes like makes me a bit more of an asshole than usual. I left Brynn alone for the most part the following day because I knew she wanted nothing to do with me and wanted to freak out in peace.

Eventually, I gave in and messaged her because she never gave me her number. As soon as she gave in, I saved it and texted her.

Colton: Are you coming to the game tomorrow?

She doesn’t reply while I heat up one of my premade meal preps and scarf it down. Just when I’m thinking she won’t respond tonight my phone dings.

Baby Collee: Yes, but I don’t want to see you.

Colton: I already told you, I’m okay being your dirty little secret. But you’ll have to see me.

Baby Collee: You know what I mean. Act like you don’t know me. Because you don’t.

Colton: I know what it feels like to have your tongue in my mouth.

I know she is ignoring me again when she doesn’t respond as quick. Fucking with her just gets better and better. She just riles me up and it only spurs me on. Part of me wanted her to refuse to give me her number because if she didn’t think I would go to her brother, she was dead fucking wrong.

The thought of pissing him off enough to throw a punch at me is everything I want and more. I’ve rarely seen him fight on the ice, and I doubt he’s done it off it. I’m sure he’d have the other two guys in that weird little relationship they have also jump me. McQuaid might give me a run for my money, but I could take Dumont.

I get to keep the information about us a secret for a bit longer though, which is probably better for me anyway. Especially because I want to know what her pussy feels like. I bet she’s just as feisty in bed as she is when she talks to me.

Or maybe she turns into a good little girl who would beg for my cock. Either way is a win to me because I’ll have baby Collee coming all over my dick. While she'll want to hate every single second of it, she'll hate me even more because I’ll make her feel better than any other guy has. And then she will never be able to find anyone who measures up to me.

Colton: I know the memory of our kiss made you hot for me. I hope you’re touching yourself to the thought of it, Princess. I know I have *wink emoji*

Baby Collee: I haven’t thought about you for a single second.

Baby Collee: And what kiss? I don’t recall such a thing…

Colton: I’ll be happy to spark your memory. We can start with giving you a repeat of it. I’ll come over and remind you.

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