Page 49 of The Break Out

And instead of fighting me about what I just said she walks toward Captain, and I smirk into my beer. Yeah, she’s going to be a good little slut for just me tonight, I’ll make sure of it.

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Ifeel Colton’s eyes on me constantly. It’s almost like a horror movie where the music is teasing the killer who’s about to jump out at you. But Colton isn’t a killer, just an asshole. An asshole who is too handsome for his own good, and makes my body crave his in a way I’ve never experienced before.

But still, an asshole.

I don’t drink much, but I’m being extra careful tonight because I know how easily I’m willing to give into him sober. I’m scared to see what I would let him get away with when I’m drunk.

“Come on, Cap, one more,” one of their teammates says to Brent when he tries to leave for like the fifth time.

Brent questioned why I was here, of course, but I mostly distracted him with my wit and completely not suspicious response. “Don’t question me, I don’t ask your reasoningsfor everything.”

“Guys, I really need to get home, you let Dumont leave,” Brent says. McQuaid is still here, but I’m pretty sure he’s distracted sexting Chandler by the look on his face.

“That’s because he was complaining and bitching and I didn’t want to hear it anymore, but you’re our captain,” the same player says, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Onemore. Then I’m leaving,” Brent relents right before his teammates throw an arm around his shoulder and usher him over to the bar, leaving me in the booth by myself.

I chuckle into my last drink that I’ve been nursing when a warm body saddles up next to me, and I immediately know who it is based on the woodsy smell and air of jerk that has surrounded me.

“Haven’t seen you show any interest in any other guys tonight, guess you are saving yourself for me. I’m flattered, Princess.”

Rolling my eyes over to him I meet his cocky stare. “And what if I did? You told me to go tease and flirt with whoever I want. What if I did go home with one of them? Would you throw me over your shoulder and beat on your chest like a caveman?” I’m glad the little bit of alcohol has made its way into my system and given me some sort of bravado to say something to him this time. I’m sick of being struck silent.

“Want to try it and see what happens?” Colton taunts.

I narrow my eyes, about to say yes when his hand lands on my thigh, pushing up the fabric of my t-shirt dress just slightly. I went for comfort when I threw on the simple dress and boots that end just above my knee. It’s cold outside, but I ditched myjean jacket because the bar is stifling. Even more so with Colton’s presence.

Now his large, rough hand has taken space on my bare thigh. I want to hate it. I want to push him away, but I don’t. Instead, I finish my watered down drink in a single gulp without my eyes leaving his. That’s when his fingers start moving along my skin, just barely. It’s so subtle I’m not sure if I’m just imagining it.

He leans closer to me, his lips so close to my ear they graze my skin as he speaks, “What about if I made you come right here right now in front of all of these people? Then what would you do?”

“You wouldn’t. Your team is here. Mybrotheris here.”

His hand moves up higher, the tips of his fingers are less than an inch from the hem of my panties. My breath hitches at the slight contact.He really wouldn’t…would he?

“I don’t mind an audience, Princess. And I really don’t care who that audience is.”

I need to stop him. I have to. This is ridiculous, he can’t be serious right now. He can’t–

My thoughts stop as the tip of one of his fingers slides under the hem of my panties and a low groan leaves his lips when I know exactly what he finds. I go to cross my legs to remove his hand, but he stops me by pressing his palm harder against me.

“You’re so wet for me already, Baby Collee. Seems like you enjoy the idea of coming in front of everyone too.” He drops his voice even quieter, speaking against my skin, “Looks like you’re just as sick as I am and don’t care who’s around.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong, but it’s hard to deny the very obvious reaction my body is giving him right now. How the smallest touch from him is making me feel already. Fuck this guy. And fuck him for how he knows how to work my body.

He moves higher, dipping his finger into my underwear, rubbing along my slit. My hips buck slightly, trying to get him to touch where I really want him to. He chuckles and it makes me want to slap him.

“Such a needy slut for my hand already, aren’t you? Or is it my cock you’re wanting to fill up this desperate pussy?” He pushes a thick finger inside me, and I gasp, reaching out to grab the table in front of us.

My eyes dart around the bar to see if anyone is paying attention to us. I’m sure we’re going to get caught, but then he removes his hand and I take in a deep breath just as I see where the rest of his team is, including Brent. They’re all huddled around the bar and not paying any attention to us or in our direction at all.

I turn to look at Colton, to tell him off once again, but don’t get the chance before I’m lifted off my seat and into his lap, straddling his hips. I try to scramble away, but he keeps me planted with a firm grip on my hips.

“You’re not leaving this fucking spot until you soak my hand with your cum. So, if you want to move then you better do it fast.” He gives me a mischievous look.

“We’re going to get caught you idiot,” I snap, but even I can tell I’m lacking venom in my tone because I’m so unbearably turned on.

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