Page 66 of The Break Out

I got Brent, Bryson, and Bailey each a few things. Bryson might come visit, but I know Bailey won’t. Which is okay because Brent has a whole storage closet full of presents he got her and Brandon. He would get presents for everyone every year just hoping we would all be together.

He’s never told me that, but I found them when snooping through his house one day. We’ve never talked about it. And likely never will.

After much debate I even got something for Colton, which was only because I saw it and couldn’t help myself. Not because I’m still thinking about him. I just enjoy giving presents to people. I think it’s part of the result from not having anything growing up. I like to spoil those around me now that I’m able to.

Ellie of course is getting an extravagant Christmas as well because there’s no way I could forget about her.

I flop back on my couch looking at the ceiling in the aftermath of my online shopping spree and wish that it made me feel better, but it didn’t. As soon as my mind isn’t distracted, I’m back to thinking about him. And the neediness he left me with by not letting me finish. I could take care of it myself and he’d never know.

Sliding my hand down my chest, I run my fingers across my nipples attempting to tease myself before sliding lower, under the waistband of my panties. Grazing my clit I suck in a sharp breath. Closing my eyes I try to picture someone else touching me. Of course, the only face that comes to the forefront of my mind is that of a big ass hockey player with light brown hair and blue eyes.

“Naughty little slut touching yourself when I told you not to,” he says in my fantasy, making me rub my clit harder like he’s here watching me.

I feel the tingling of an orgasm starting, but it feels just out of reach. I slide a finger inside myself and rub harder.

“Tell me you need me, Princess. You need me to make your cunt feel good.”

I refuse for that to be true as I keep rubbing, pumping my finger but it’s not enough. I press another one in and bring my other hand up to play with a nipple as I work myself. The release is dancing right there, I can see it, but as I feel like I’m getting closer it moves further away. It’s right there.

“Admit you need me,”his voice growls.

I scream out in frustration, removing my hands from my body at the realization I can’t fucking do it. It’s like my body won’t let me. It has to be him and that pisses me off even more.

My phone rings and I look over expecting it to be him like he knew what I was trying to do, how it failed, and how he expects to punish me for it. But when I see it’s Bryson it’s like a bucket of cold water was poured over me as I answer.

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask because it’s so rare he actually calls me.

“Yeah, just realized I, uh, never called you back before.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s okay. We missed you for Thanksgiving yesterday.” I pick at a piece of lint on my couch cushion.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Sorry, I was with Emma’s family,” he sounds nervous telling me this.

I perk up. “Who’s Emma?”

“My girlfriend.”

“You never said you were seeing someone,” I scold.

“Do we all need to update each other when we are dating?”

“I mean, no, I guess not. Just didn’t know.”

“Sorry, she’s great, you’d like her.”

“Are you going to bring her to visit for Christmas?” I ask hopefully.

“Oh, I don’t know if we will make it out there.”

I deflate. “But you haven’t even met your niece yet.”

“I know, I’ll try, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” I know he can hear the doubt in my voice.

“Are you okay?”

I sigh, gnawing on my bottom lip debating if I should say something to him about Colton. He’s my older brother too, and maybe he would talk some sense into the situation since he doesn’t know him, but he knows Brent.

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