Page 50 of The Break Out

Colton looks around for a second before seeing a Dragons hoodie and yanking it over my head. It must be one of the guys’ because it’s huge on me. He scowls at the clothing he just put on my body.

“When we get back to my place, you’re going to pay for having to wear some other guy’s hoodie.”

I go to retort, but his hand is back into my panties, starting to rub at my clit. I moan, falling forward against this chest. I’m already getting overheated from the thick fabric over my body and the hood over my head that obscures me from view. It also hides everything around me from my view, making me almost forget we’re still in public. And that my brother is just across the open space while his teammate is finger fucking me in some booth in the middle of a bar.

I’ve officially lost my mind. I’m no longer Brynn Collee, I’m another person who has taken over my body. That feeling is only intensified as Colton proceeds to push two fingers inside me, I’m so wet there’s hardly any resistance. My hips move against him, grinding myself against his hand and feeling the erection he has no shot of hiding.

“Look at what a dirty little slut you are rubbing yourself against me in public. Such a good fucking girl who wants to come, aren’t you?” he growls, grabbing the back of my neck with his free hand while working me with his other one.

I whimper, dropping my head down so it looks like I’m just some random girl making out with him, but our lips aren’t even touching. I try to keep my movements subtle enough, but it’s driving me insane how badly I want to come. His fingers pump,curling to rub against the sensitive spot inside me while I try to get some friction on my clit.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Princess? Going to come for me just like this.”

Our foreheads are pressed together as I chase the orgasm that’s lingering so close I can almost taste it. I press down harder against his hand, feeling his hard cock rub against me through his slacks as he continues to rub my inner walls.

The loud bar around us seems to fade and suddenly I really don’t care who can see. We may get caught by his teammates, but none of that matters. The only thing that matters to me right now is the release that’s about to consume me.

I’m overheated, overstimulated, but when Colton growls, “Come for me, baby, I want to walk out of here covered in your cum.” I lose it.

Burying my face against his shoulder to muffle the scream I want to let loose as he works me through my orgasm. I faintly hear him say, “this is exactly what I was picturing while I watched you in the shower the other night.”

As soon as the pleasure starts to subside, the fear sinks in. I’m scared to lift my head and see how many people are staring at us. I bet the entire place got silent and they all heard me.

I look up slowly, and I’m able to register the noises around us and that it hasn’t lessened. It’s still loud. I turn toward the bar where I see Colton’s teammates are still enjoying themselves. The only person I don’t see is the one who absolutely can’t catch me in this guy’s lap.

I jump off Colton and adjust my dress, wanting to take off the hoodie because it’s way too hot. But I like that it’s helping me hide.

“He left,” Colton says easily while he adjusts himself before standing up.

“What?” I squeak out. I think the orgasm took my voice along with my rational thought.

“Captain Collee, he left. Didn’t look in this direction. You’re in the clear.” He’s standing now, and I’m just looking up at him struck stupid.

“Come on, Princess.” He stretches out his hand and I take it too easily as he pulls me from my seat.

He yanks the hoodie off me, and I get the chills for absolutely no reason as he tosses it back on the seat of the booth we just desecrated. I want to ask what we are doing, but I’m too spaced out. Which is why I let Colton take hold of my hand, pulling me out of the bar and into his car.

It briefly crosses my mind how easily I’m going with him when I should probably put up some sort of a fight, but I don’t. I just sink into the soft leather seats of his fancy car as he drives us away.

25

Ican’t believe I’m bringing Brynn to my house. I don’t bring anyone here. I also can’t believe she let me do that in public. Where her brother was. I was keeping an eye on everyone to make sure we wouldn’t get caught. A couple of the guys looked over, but they couldn’t tell it was Brynn since I covered her with that fucking hoodie. Her blonde hair hidden in the hood; her face buried in my neck.

The way she felt, how she sounded.Fuck,I need more.Sheneeds more, I know it. Which is why I’m bringing her to my house where I plan to spend the rest of the night with my cock buried inside her.

My tongue too.

Maybe my fingers again.

This girl must have a magical fucking pussy because I need it again. And again and again.

Part of me is a little glad she didn’t argue aboutcoming with me, because if she did I don’t think I would’ve been able to stop myself from shoving her against the side of my car and fucking her right there until she agreed.

We pull up to my house the only sounds in the car have been the music that was playing. Brynn just looked out the passenger window the entire drive. I want to know what she’s thinking, but not enough to actually ask.

Once I park in my garage and get out, I meet Brynn at the passenger side, leading her inside with a hand on her lower back. She takes in my house, which is kind of surprising since I’m sure her brother has a nice place like this. I realize I don’t know much about her past, but I’m sure she grew up with money. Most hockey families do, it’s an expensive sport. My parents may not have given a shit about me, but they made sure to throw whatever money I needed at me to get me to shut up and go away.

I step up behind her, swiping her hair off her shoulder, onto the other side before leaning in to speak, “I want you to be a good little girl for me, go to my room, get naked, and wait for me kneeling on the floor.”

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