Page 39 of The Break Out

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I’m losing it.

No, scratch that, I’ve officially lost it.

I’m holding onto the tiny little shred of sanity I have which is why I tell Colton to get out while he’s still buried deep inside me and I’m recovering from the hottest sex of my life. I need him to leave because if he doesn’t then this may happen again. I may want it to happen more than once, and I told him that was going to be it.

He didn’t agree, but I don’t care, it needs to just be this one time. One stupid blip of a mistake that we can both move on from now that we’ve gotten it out of our systems.

Except it’s not out of my system, not by a long shot.

The comment he said about me being completely submissive did so many things to my body I can’t even explain. Probably because that is what I truly want in the bedroom, to be completely dominated and he knew that instantly.

Which is why it can’t happen.

None of this will happen again.

He still hasn’t moved, so this time I push his chest when I say, “Get out.”

Colton lifts off me and I watch as he removes the condom from his dick that already looks half hard again, which is impressive. But no, I can’t think anything about him is impressive. Even though I felt that thing and itis.He may be cocky, but he sure as shit has the equipment to back it up and that’s just not fair.

“You’re brutal, Baby Collee. Kicking me out before we’ve had the chance to cuddle.”

I grapple for my blanket to cover myself because now that we aren’t in the heat of the moment, I feel more vulnerable than I did before. My body is still humming, and my mind is completely mush, but I don’t want him to know that he has fucked me into oblivion.

“There’s not a chance in hell you cuddle,” I murmur, shifting and hiding my wince because I’m already sore.

He’s pulled up his underwear and pants, but hasn’t buckled them so they’re just resting on his hips, with his shirt still off showing off his sculpted and inked skin. My hands itch to touch him more, but I clench my fists to fight the urge.

It’s only intensified when he leans forward, his fists press into the bed by my hips as his face inches closer to mine. I lean back slightly trying to keep the distance between us because I don’t trust myself anymore around him.

“I’ll leave tonight, but I know you’re going to be a good girl for me and call me back when that needy little pussy of yours needs me again. Because you and I both know this wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

For a second I think he’s going to kiss me, and I know if he does that I will fall back into his trap once again and likely let him fuck me into a coma. Instead, he pulls back with a smirk like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. I haven’t made any move to get dressed, even once he is.

“See you soon,” he winks, finally leaving my room.

I’m frozen until I hear the front door closed a few moments later, which is when I drop my head into my hands and groan loudly. Ellie takes that as her cue to come out of hiding and jumps onto the bed with me.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that; you probably hate me just as much as I hate myself.”

She nudges my hand, signaling she wants pets and I oblige. Her purring starts instantly and I’m glad she doesn’t hate me. Too bad I still hate myself.

By the next morning.I still hate myself. Add in the fact that my body still hurts, reminding me over and over of everything that happened last night. My memories replaying also isn’t helping.

Colton didn’t text me after he left, and I took that as a positive that maybe he was happy he finally got what he wanted andwas going to leave me alone. One and done. Hit it and quit it. And all those cliché one night stand sayings that I’m sure he’s all too familiar with.

Unfortunately, as I’m feeding Ellie her breakfast my phone goes off and when I see it’s him, I look up at the ceiling and speak to the universe or whoever would be listening to me.

“Why me?”

Yes, why is the extremely hot, big dicked, amazing hockey player obsessed with you?

My consciousness nearly taunts. But I don’t do this. I don’t get involved with hockey players. Surprisingly, he’s the first I’ve ever slept with. All the rest that have tried, and there have been several, have been scared away by my brother before it got that far.

Other sports have been fair game, though they are all the same to me. Douchey, and annoying. Though, it took a couple experiments to learn that before I finally accepted it.

Colton: You ready for me again?

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