Page 74 of The Break Out

“Good, you can wear more of mine. Arms up.”

“Colton,” she scolds with a sigh.

“Baby Collee, let’s not fight. You’re tired and if you argue with me it only makes me hard for you which means I’ll have to fuck you again and I was going to let you go to sleep. Up.”

This time she listens, lifting her arms so I can remove her shirt, then her bra. I bring my knuckles to my mouth, biting at the view. “I may have to fuck you again anyway,” I tell her as herrosy nipples peak, practically begging for my tongue and teeth on them.

My eyes flick up to hers and I see the exhaustion there, so I hold back my own need to make sure I take care of her.

Another first for me.

I guide her off the counter, she holds onto my shoulders as I gently pull off her jeans and underwear. The beast inside me that’s dying for her again is close to losing it when I feel how wet her panties are with the mixture of our cum. Knowing she still has mine inside her makes me want to fill her again. It’s taking every bit of restraint I have not to right now.

She’s naked, and I help her into the large tub. After she’s settled, she leans her head back and closes her eyes, sighing at the feeling of the hot water.

“I’m going to get you some clothes.” I press a kiss to her temple, and she sighs, sinking lower into the water.

I bring back a t-shirt and a pair of my boxers I’m hoping she will wear this time since her panties are essentially fucked. She hasn’t moved so I take it upon myself to clean her. I take a washcloth, getting it wet and putting soap on it as I wash her body gently. She lets me do it, which is how I know she’s extremely tired.

When I bring the washcloth between her thighs she sucks in a sharp breath, before relaxing further as I clean there. It makes me want to touch her like this, someday, but not today. Once I’m done, I unplug the tub and bring over a warm towel, holding it open for her. She stands and I wrap her in it immediately, liftingher and setting her onto the cool floor that I wish was also heated.

I dry her off thoroughly before putting my clothes on her. She doesn’t fight me on any of it. After she’s dressed, I pick her up again to carry her the short distance to my bed, laying her down, then pulling up the blankets.

She looks up at me, watching as I take off my shirt and pants, climbing in my side next to her. Wrapping my arm around her waist I pull her against me.

“I know you’re tired, but I have been dying to know the story behind your tattoo.” I can’t help but bring it up.

She breathes out a light laugh, tucking her face into the pillow. I think she’s not going to answer me, but then surprises me when she does. “I mean I think it’s pretty obvious to you my…preferences in the bedroom. And I don’t know I thought it would be a fun little secret to have for just me and whoever discovers it.”

I tense at the thought of anyone else discovering thatlittle secretshe has. I don’t want any other guy to experience what I do with her. None of them could give her what she needs like I can. I don’t like that anyone has discovered it before me.

She clearly feels my reaction because she chuckles, rubbing my arm banded around her waist with her soft fingers.

“Calm down over there. We both know you have had quite the past and I’m not jealous or weird about it,” her tired voice teases.

Part of me wishes she would get jealous about my past, thatwould show that maybe she cares even a tiny bit. The reminder hits me that she still doesn’t like me. And that only makes me feel like I do. That my feelings have shifted in a way I would have never guessed. I feel her soften in my arms, her breathing evening out so I know she’s asleep.

I lay awake with the terrifying realization that I may be falling in love with the woman in my arms. I don’t just like her, we’ve moved past that and are flying headfirst into dangerous foreign territory for me.

If only there was a chance she could ever love me back.

My alarm wakesme from a dead sleep, and I turn it off quickly, so it doesn’t wake up Brynn. She stirs slightly but ends up snuggling closer into my hold. I wrap my arms around her, tightly, not wanting to have to leave and go to practice.

Women never come to my house because I never want them to stay. Brynn is the first woman who has been in my bed, and I don’t ever want her to leave it. Which is why when I finally have to get up or be late, I’m careful to remove my hold from her as I get out of bed.

Even as I pull on my sweatpants, hoodie, and tennis shoes I keep my eyes on her as she stays passed out in my bed.Mine.

I’m dragging my feet, but when I can’t wait any longer, I grab my gym bag, leave a quick note for her on the counter before heading out the door.

At the practice arena I barely have enough time to change into my gear before the time we’re expected to be on the ice. Imay do what I can to piss off the guys on the team, but pissing off the coaches for being late to practice is not the way to go. Plus, I could get penalized by the organization and that’s the last thing I need right now.

My skates hit the ice with less than a minute to spare and everyone is already starting their warmups. I do the same, keeping to myself as I always do.

There’s a moment when I look up and see Collee looking at me. Part of me wants to ask what his deal is and make it known that I left his sister in my clothes in my bed before coming here. But I don’t. Because for the first time since any of this started, I don’t actually want to fuck this thing up with her.

These feelings are fucking weird.

I break my gaze away from his and get back to stretching.

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