Page 54 of The Break Out

“Apologize and then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m,ugh, I’m sorry, please Colton, please.”

“You begging is fucking perfection, Princess.”

I pull back to kneel between her spread thighs, keeping up a steady pace as I thrust into her, and I watch as I disappear inside. I gather spit into my mouth, and let it fall where we are connected, using the wetness from both of us to rub her clit.

As soon as my finger makes contact with the swollen bud she screams at the sensation.

“Yes, please Colton, oh my God!”

Angling my hips to hit the place inside that will make her see stars while continuing to rub her, it doesn’t take long before she’s squeezing me like a vice as she comes. Her moans and screams have some words woven in there, but I can’t make them out. Especially because I’m focusing on keeping my own orgasm back until she’s finished.

As soon as she goes limp from the strength and number of orgasms she’s had I let loose, exploding inside her with a loud groan. I’m barely able to catch myself before I collapse on top of her.

Our heavy breathing fills the room and I anticipate her feisty side to come back any second, but I kind of want to lay with her a little before that happens.

And when I pull out, I quickly dispose of the condom in the attached bathroom, grab a warm washcloth, and find her exactly how I left her on my bed. She hardly reacts when I clean her up and when I climb back into bed and pull her body into mine, she doesn’t even fight me as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her to my chest.

I think for a second she’s already asleep, but then her hand lifts to rest on my chest and starts tracing the ink on my skin. Neither of us say anything, and I don’t want to because I’m sure anything we say will turn hostile and I don’t want that right now. For the moment I want to just enjoy this.

Pretend that maybe this could have been something real, that we actually like each other. But I know by the time morning comes it’ll be reality again. She doesn’t like me. I can’t have her. That used to not bother me, I didn’t want anyone. But I can’thelp this new feeling that’s starting to appear. The feeling that’s trying to convince me that it may not be the worst thing in the world if maybe she did like me. If maybe she did stick around for more than just sex.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it stops me from doing anything to ruin this moment, I just fall into the feeling of her fingers dancing across my skin and act like maybe this could mean something. Even though I know it never could.

26

Idon’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up it was still dark, and I felt a warm body surrounding me. That’s when I realized where I was and who I was with. As carefully as I could I got dressed and got out of his house as fast as possible. Called an Uber to take me back to my car and did the walk of shame into my apartment where I swear Ellie was judging me.

“I know I said just once, but I meant just twice,” I tell her on my way to collapse on my own bed face first.

I pass out not long after my face hits my pillow, hating how cold I feel without his large muscular body wrapped around me.

I wake up to my phone ringing way too loudly. I’m not even hungover and yet I feel like my head is swimming. I search for the source of the noise and find it in my purse I dumped at the front door when I came home.

“Hello?” I answer immediately, clearing my throat because I sound terrible.

“You okay?” Brent’s deep voice asks.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” I look down at myself as if I’m double checking. The only thing I see is rumpled clothes from sleeping in them. Or from them being tossed. And I’m out a pair of panties and a bra I really liked. Dammit, that reminder is enough to bring the entire night flooding back. And now is not the time for that.

“Because I tried to find you before I left last night but couldn’t, so I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all night.” He sounds like a scolding parent without raising his voice, only a “disappointed” tone.

Probably because I was getting fingered by your teammate just a few yards away from you and forgot I was even in public.

“Oh, yeah, I left pretty early, I was tired. I might be coming down with something.”

“You do sound like shit.”

“Wow. Thanks, bro. You sound like shit every day, but I don’t feel the need to call you out on it all the time.”

“You need anything?”

“An all-expenses paid trip to Bora Bora with a hot muscular masseuse on call the entire time.”

“Hilarious,” he responds, deadpan. “Well, drink some tea, eat some soup, and rest if you’re getting sick because we can’t have you around Evie even if it is Thanksgiving.”

Shit, I forgot what day it is.

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