Page 78 of The Break Out

My eyes swing to hers. “What? No, that’s not allowed.”

Audrey rolls her lips between her teeth. “Hasn’t stopped Chandler…or me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just saying there was a game a couple years ago, Brent got hit pretty bad, Chandler went to check on him and–”

“Ew. Stop, too much info. Not needed.”

Audrey laughs. “Just go, maybe he’ll take his left-over aggression out on your body.”

“If I get caught, I’m telling them my name is Audrey Hudson.”

“Do it,” she challenges, nudging me toward the elevator.

With a sigh, I go, knowing this is probably a dumb idea, yet I can’t deny the idea of doing something so forbidden is pretty hot.

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Fucking dumbass, thought he could get away with that dirty shit and now we are both out for the remainder of the game. I might get a suspension, but I don’t give a shit. He deserved it, doesn’t matter what team I’m playing on, you don’t touch the fucking goalie.

He’s lucky his stick wasn’t a few inches higher because that would’ve hit Colver in the neck at the right angle. I’m fuming as I rip off my jersey and start taking off my gear while I wait for the game to end.

“Was it worth it?” A familiar feminine voice asks from behind me. I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips at knowing she came down here.

I turn around and my eyes catch on the Dragon logo across her chest on the jersey she’s wearing.

“Turn around, Princess,” I instruct, needing to know if she’s wearing my name on her back.

Brynn folds her arms across her chest, looking annoyed already. “You sure you want to see whose jersey I’m wearing?”

“Better be mine.”

Slowly, she turns around revealing the name and number on her back that aren’t mine. Instead, I’m staring at “Collee 52” across her back.

“Hm,” I hum, removing my shoulder pads so I’m shirtless as she turns back toward me.

“Disappointed?” she sasses.

Pushing off my pants so I’m just in compression shorts as I sit on the bench. “Get over here.”

“I need to get back.”

“Get your ass over here, Baby Collee.”

Brynn walks closer, and I don’t miss the way her eyes track over my chest as she steps up in front of me. I wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs, pulling her down so she straddles my hips, her hands resting on my bare shoulders.

I rub my hands up the sides of her thighs, pushing the jersey up slightly. “The only reason I’m not going to rip this off your body is because it’s your last name. But if it was any other name this would be on the floor, and you would be forced to walk out of here in just your bra or with my name on your back.”

“How generous.” she rolls her eyes, and I’m already so pent up from the fight I feel the need to correct the attitude she’s giving me right now.

Pulling her tighter against me, rubbing her pussy against my cock that’s already wanting to break free of its confines, I say, “I may not do that, but I’m going to fuck you in this jersey. Because if you’re not wearing my name you sure as shit are going to scream it.”

“We’re going to get caught.” She tries to push away from me.

“I don’t give a shit. My teammates can walk in and see me fucking you. That way they can know you’remine.”

I see the alarm on her face and the retort on her tongue, unsure if it’s because I actually called the guys my teammates for once, or because I said she’s mine. I don’t give her a chance to say anything else before slamming my mouth onto hers, silencing any questions, comments, or fucking attitude.

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