Page 58 of The Break Out

Except maybe Brynn.

A little tiny bit.

Like the bit that is her pussy.

And mouth.

But that’s it.

We walk up to the front door, and I expect her to ring the doorbell or knock, but she just walks right in. I follow closely behind her.

“I’m here,” Brynn calls out to the large house.

We follow the voices further into the space, walking into a large open kitchen and dining area. The second we step into view of the small crowd of people, and they look up to see us, the talking stops.

“The fuck you doing here?” McQuaid is the first to break the silence.

I bite back my smirk. “Brynn invited me.” I drape my arm around her shoulders. The move makes her stiffen.

“As a friend,” she quickly spits out. “Not even. Acquaintance really. I felt bad for him. A pity invite.”

“You two talk?” Captain Collee steps forward, eyes locked on where my arm is innocently touching his sister’s shoulders.

Baby Collee says, “no,” the same time I say, “yes.”

“She just felt bad that I was going to be alone today and invited me to join, not a big deal,” I tell him.

Brynn moves herself out of my hold and beelines toward Chandler who’s holding a baby in her arms. I watch as Brynn takes the baby into her arms, and it gives me a weird thought of how it may feel to see her hold my child like that. But I shake that shit away. I don’t even want kids, so I have no idea why the thought even occurs to me.

Conversations start to pick up around us, Spencer starts talking to Brynn and Chandler while Vince and Jared go back to their conversation and who I can assume is Vince’s sister and her husband join them. McQuaid just glares at me while taking a sip of a brown liquid. I start to walk forward, but I’m stopped with a hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but knock it off. Be pissed at us, at the coaches, the organization, the whole fucking NHL if you want. But don’t you dare try to take it out on my sister. She’s not a toy and you know nothing about her.”

I meet his threatening gaze. “I know more than you think. And she’s not a toy, but she is an adult.”

“After tonight, leave her the fuck alone, Wheeler, I mean it. She doesn’t deserve to be a part of whatever game you’re trying to play.” He’s keeping his voice low, so the conversation is just between us, not alerting anyone else around.

“There’s no game,Captain,maybe I just like her and like I said, she’s an adult. You may be able to control most of the team, and your weird little family, but you can’t control everyone. Not her and especially not me.”

“If you hurt her, I will kill you,” he threatens, and I do my best not to smile.

“I’d like to see you fucking try,” I practically growl before pushing out of his grasp and walking toward the rest of the guests, but right up to only one.

Brynn passed the baby to Spencer, so I come up behind her, wrapping an arm around her chest, pulling her body back into mine. I feel how she started to melt against me, but then freezes. I bring my mouth to her ear so only she can hear what I say. “Your brother just threatened to kill me if I hurt you, but what if he learned you liked to be spanked when I’m buried deep inside your cunt while you’re begging for more?”

Her breath hitches and she looks around, probably making sure no one else heard, but then pushes my arm off her. I chuckle, standing up straight and the first person I see has their sights set on me is fucking McQuaid. The look he gives me almost seems like he heard what I said.

I know he didn’t, but I remember what he said to me when we were stuck in the penalty box together where he already guessed something may be going on with me and Brynn. I may have just confirmed his suspicions, but I don’t care.

I’d fuck her right here on the table in front of everyone if it wouldn’t result in my dick getting chopped off by at least five people. But for some reason I do have this incessant need for it to be known she’s mine.

Not forever, and not for real.

But at least for now, she’s as mine as she ever can be.

Throughout the extremely awkward dinner I get looks that vary from questioning to threatening. Mostly from Chandler’s boyfriends. Even Dumont, who tends to keep his distance from me, has sent a death glare in my direction every once in a while.

The only people that don’t seem to care much about me is Dumont’s sister, her husband, and their two daughters that they’re busy wrangling.

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