Page 82 of The Break Out

He shrugs. “You just looked a little zoned out.”

“I’m just tired, I should probably head out.”

“You going to see Wheeler today?” he asks suddenly, taking me aback.

“No. Why would I see him?” I try to act like that’s completely ridiculous, but the way my heart sped up at the sound of Colton’s name.

“You saw him on Thanksgiving.”

I sigh. “I get you’re looking out for me, but I’ve told you before nothing is happening with him. Nothing will happen with him. We can’t stand each other, and it was a one-day pity truce.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue. The more I say the worse the lies feel.

“If he ever tries anything you know you can tell me, right?”

“Oh my God, yesDad. I get it, you don’t have to look out for me anymore. I’m twenty-five and am able to handle the big bad world.”

“I know you can,” he agrees softly.

I leave not long after that, saying goodbye to everyone, giving Evie the most attention before heading out. The second I close my car door; the pain of the loneliness I know I’m going home to hits me. Which is why I pull out my phone for the first time all day and read the text Colton sent this morning.

Colton: I know how badly you miss me. So, if you need to see me today, just say the word and I’m there.

I can hear the cocky tone he would have as I read it, and it makes me scoff. I don’t want to admit he’s right and I don’t want to use him to cure the loneliness again. It’s something I’ve been doing and part of me knows it’s not healthy. There’s only one way this ends and it’s with me hurting.

Turning up Spencer’s latest album, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve heard it, her songs resonate with me which is why I sing along to them the entire way home.

By the time I park at my apartment complex I’m still determined to not reply to Colton. I keep that commitment as I walk inside. Even still as I greet and feed Ellie. I continue to stay strong as I change into t-shirt and boy shorts.

But when I drop onto my couch, and the silence surrounds me, I give in.

Brynn: Come over.

Colton: Demanding. I like it. Already on my way, Princess.

And just knowing he’s going to be here has me feeling slightly better. Which makes me even more worried about how this is going to blow up in my face.

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As soon as I open the front door, I grab Colton’s hoodie in my fist, yanking him toward me, crashing our mouths together. All because I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel.

He goes willingly, thoroughly kissing me like he needs this as much as I do. When I start to rip off his clothes, he grabs my hands stopping me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, while I’m trying to break out of his hold.

“Yes, just fuck me.”

“So, you want to be my good little slut tonight, Baby Collee, is that it?” His hold on my wrists tightens slightly.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He takes my wrists in one hand and uses hisother to pull my bottom lip down to reveal the tattoo there to him. “You’re going to be a good girl for me then, and live up to this tattoo?”

To prove that I’m going to do exactly that, I drop down to my knees, while he keeps his grip on my wrists, so they are being held above my head. And I want it like this. I want him to use me. I want to show him I can be a good girl for him. I want him to take every thought away that isn’t him and the pleasure between us.

Instead of trying to get my hands free, I look up at him and drop my mouth open, sticking my tongue out, silently asking for what I want.

“Oh, you’re ready to be my fucktoy tonight, aren’t you, Princess? Want me to use your mouth first?”

Keeping my jaw dropped and eyes locked on him I nod.

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