Page 59 of The Break Out

“So, Colton, how are you liking Denver?” Spencer asks, attempting to break the obvious tension around the table.

“It’s cold and I miss L.A., don’t you?” It takes everything in me not to go off on how much I hate it here.

She looks up at her boyfriend, Jared, and smiles. They look at each other like no one else is here and it makes me want to gag. “No, I prefer it here.”

“Cool,” I mumble, looking down at my plate stacked with food.

The meal goes on semi uneventfully other than I’m bored out of my mind and getting annoyed with the looks I keepgetting. And the lack of looks I’m getting from the woman I came here with.

I try to put my hand on her thigh, but she’s quick to push me off. Which only pisses me off, so I bring my hand back, gripping her thigh and leaning down to her ear.

“Push me away again and I’ll put my hand underneath that dress you’re wearing and rip these sexy fucking fishnets to touch you in front of everyone again. Right here at this table. So, if that’s what you want, then keep ignoring me and I’ll make you come before dessert.”

Brynn’s eyes snap over to mine, and her breathing is rough, which is how I know my words are affecting her. She opens her mouth to say something, but another voice beats her to it. This one much deeper and across the table.

“What the fuck are you talking about over there?” Collee snaps and all eyes land on him. The look of shock evident for everyone since I don’t think anyone has seen him lose his shit before.

A sly smile spreads across my face at the outburst. I go to answer, but Brynn stops me with a tight grip on my leg, digging her nails in so hard I might have marks, even through my jeans.

“Nothing, Colton is just getting a little tired and is going to take off early.” Her eyes swing to mine. “Right?”

“Sure, I’ll take Baby Collee home since she’s getting tired as well.”

“No,” Captain Collee isn’t yelling, but his voice is so deep anddemanding he may as well be. And I fucking love that I’m getting under his skin. “I’ll take her home.”

“It’s okay, I really don’t mind.” Brynn squeezes my leg even tighter as a signal to get me to shut up. “I’d hate for you to leave your family when I’m more than capable of it.”

“Brynn is my family,” he says darkly, glaring at me.

“Brent, it’s fine. Colton can take me home, just drop it,” Brynn announces, waving her hand between us.

“See, it’s all good, Cap.” I wink at him and his fists clench, but I watch as he tries to retain his composure and it makes me want to laugh.

“Anyway, pie party tomorrow,” Chandler says, trying to diffuse the tense air of the large room. But it feels like the damage is done.

Though, I wasn’t a dick, I just offered to take her home. Which means she has no choice but to come home with me.

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After dinner is finished, I help with some of the dishes before being shooed away and into the waiting arms of my captor for the night.

Okay, I didn’t go into his arms and I’m technically going willingly, but still.

We head out to his motorcycle, putting our helmets on to leave. “You know, by my standards you were a bit of a dick, so I don’t think my condition was met.”

“How was I a dick, Princess?” he asks, leaning back against the bike, folding his arms across his broad chest. I won’t lie, he looks extremely hot like this, but I’ll never tell him that.

“You argued with my brother,” I say weakly because if I’m being honest, he really wasn’t that much of a dick to anyone. He kept quiet and tried to tease me, but that was about it.

“He started it, I was just talking to you,” heshrugs, turning and straddling the bike. “Hop on, we can argue at my house. You can get naked and try to distract me, so I’ll let you win.”

I roll my eyes, getting on behind him, barely having time to wrap myself tightly to him before taking off.

I’ll never admit it, and I’ll deny it if anyone ever asks, but I really like being on Colton’s bike. The way the wind feels as he speeds down the street. How warm I feel with my body pressed up against his.

The part I’llreally neveradmit, is how the vibration from the bike, combined with the way I’m hugging him, is turning me on more than it should. At one point I find myself shifting slightly, either to get more friction, or move away from Colton. But because my entire life is me being at war with myself, I’m not actually sure, which.

At one point we are at a stoplight, and he reaches back, wrapping his hands behind my knees, yanking me forward so I’m plastered to him completely. He lifts up the face shield on his helmet, turning back toward me, “If you don’t stop moving around back there, I’m going to bend you over this bike when we get back, and spank you until you’re screaming so loud my neighbors call the cops.”

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