Page 57 of The Break Out

I’m going to be on my best behavior. Mostly just to piss Brynn off more. I know me just being there will piss off Captain Collee and the rest of the guys. I don’t even need to do anything, just being there will be enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if McQuaid took the opportunity to try and clock me the second he sees me step foot into their house.

I promised Brynn I would be nice, and I plan on it. She may see how nice I can be when I sneak her into a bathroom and eat her pussy as an appetizer. Or dessert. Or both.

I show up to her apartment five minutes before three. I assumed this wasn’t some fancy Thanksgiving, so I threw on jeans and a hoodie over a t-shirt. When she opens the door, I have to clench my fists to stop myself from yanking her body into mine. She has some sweater dress thing on, fishnets covering her legs, and boots up to her knees. Her blonde hair falls in waves around her shoulders, and I want to fuck it up.

Well, I’m going to, but not in the way I want to right now.

“You look hot as fuck, Princess,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes. “Thanks.”

She locks her door and as we get into the elevator I’m tempted to push her up against a wall and kiss her, but hold back. We exit her building and I lead her over to my bike. She pauses, staring at the motorcycle as I swing my leg over it, straddling the seat, pulling my helmet on, and reaching out to offer hers.

“No way.” She shakes her head.

“What’s the problem?”

“You’re going to kill us.”

“I’ve been driving a bike since I turned eighteen and haven’t killed anyone yet. Have a little trust in me.”

“You haven’t?” She scrunches her nose and the look she gives me makes it seem like she has more she wants to ask but doesn’t.

I shake my head. “Nope. Everyone who has ridden me has survived.”

“You mean with you.”

I shrug. “Sure, however you want to take it. Get over here.”

She hesitates, but takes the helmet from me, pulling it on her head. I reach out to adjust the straps to fit it to her.

“Hug me with your thighs as tight as you do when I’m fucking you, and wrap your arms around my middle,” I instruct.

I hear her scoff.

“And lean with me when we turn,” I say.

“Anything else?” she sasses.

“Yeah, go ahead and give me more attitude, just call me daddy when you do.”

I cut off whatever smart remark she starts to make when I start up the motorcycle and rev it a couple times. She climbs on behind me, wrapping her body around mine and my dick immediately takes notice, but I force the distraction away as I pull out of her complex and take off toward her brother’s house.

When we arrive, there are several cars parked inside the gated driveway Brynn had to let us in with a code.

“Who all is here?” I ask, taking off my helmet after parking.

“Probably Vince’s family, Spencer and Jared. I don’t think Audrey and Charlie are here though, she talked about going to his family’s and that we will see them tomorrow for something called pie party.”

“The fuck is pie party?”

“What it sounds like. A party. With pie. It’s tradition the day after Thanksgiving according to Chandler.”

I want to say how weird these people are, but I hold back because I’m trying to be good tonight like I told her I would be. Though, I think it’s going to be harder than I thought.

I’m about to walk into a house where the three guys share a fucking girlfriend for fucks sake. And she just had a baby. Doesn’t get much weirder than that.

But at least the one with glasses that wants to rip my balls off isn’t going to be here. I’m pretty sure that’s Audrey, I can’t keep track of everyone. That’s a lot of effort when I don’t give a shit about any of them.

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