Page 115 of The Rule Breaker
Since I want to fuck your daughter in every position imaginable, I’d say that’s a big fat fucking no.
I clear my throat. “Nah, I’m good.”
Austin lifts his shoulder in a shrug. “Well, your loss, man. The bar’s gonna be a blast.”
“Have fun,” I mutter as the guys head toward the door, my mind already back on Isabella. I can’t wait until I can get back to her.
Coach looks over at Isabella, his lips twitching into a proud smile. “You coming, princess? You should be celebrating too. Your plays helped us win this one.”
Isabella shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “It’s been a long night. I think I’ll just stay in and watch a movie or something.”
“Yeah, I might join you for that,” I lie through my teeth. We both know we won’t be watching a damn movie once they leave. Hopefully Coach doesn’t catch on.
To my surprise, Coach just nods, wrapping his arm around Isabella’s shoulders. “Alright. Get some rest. You killed it tonight. Proud of you.”
She smiles back, that usual warmth in her eyes. “Thanks, Dad.”
He walks out and the second we hear the door close, I’m on her, pulling her into another kiss.
My hands move instinctively, sliding down her back, pulling her even closer. Her body is so warm against mine; her lips are so soft, and I can’t get enough of the way she fits against me. It’s all I can focus on—all I want to focus on.
I pull back just enough to breathe, my chest rising and falling fast. I look at her—at the way her lips are swollen from our kiss, how her cheeks are flushed.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur, my voice rough and raspy before I kiss her again, sliding my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her body as I pull both of the jerseys up. She lifts her arms, letting me strip them off her.
“Fuck,” I murmur, feeling my pulse speed up at the sight of her.
My hands are everywhere, sliding up her sides, down her back, tracing every inch. She presses into me, chest to chest, and I let out a low groan before I even realize I’m doing it. I’m hooked. Can’t get enough. Every time she moves, I want more.
She leans in and kisses my neck, slow and wet, and it short circuits my brain. I tilt my head without thinking, giving her more, chasing that feeling like a goddamn addict. My fingers tighten on her waist. She’s not even trying hard and I’m already losing it.
“You make me crazy,” I mutter, my lips brushing her throat as I work my way down. I can feel her heartbeat against my mouth. She sucks in a breath when I hit the right spot, and that sound? It goes straight to my dick.
Her hands are sliding under my shirt, nails grazing up my spine, and I’m burning up. I drop my head, kiss along her collarbone, and start tugging at the waistband of her jeans, pulling her closer, grinding up against her. I want her. Right here, right now, in every way.
I pull back, just for a second, breathing hard. “Wanna hit the hot tub?”
She shoots me a smirk. Kills me in the best way. “Yeah.”
We step outside, the cold air hitting me as I strip out of my clothes and lower myself into the water. I let the heat crawl up my spine, and lean back, eyes closed, just for a breath, until I hear her behind me. I turn.
And Jesus.
She’s standing at the edge of the tub, her skin glowing in the soft light, wearing this white cotton bra with these tiny little blue flowers, and matching panties. The fabric barely covers her, and I can’t help but check out her legs—fuck me.
She grins at me, biting her lip again, and then steps in slowly. The tips of her curls float in the water, her skin glistening, her nipples hard under the wet cotton. She’s fucking beautiful.
“You’re staring,” she says, voice teasing.
I grin, dragging a hand through my hair. “You look like you want me to stare, baby.”
She raises an eyebrow and swims closer, the water rippling around her as her body presses into mine. I feel the heat coming off her even through the steam and the water and she leans in, her lips brushing the edge of my jaw.
“Remember what you asked me?” she says, blinking up at me with those wide, dark eyes that somehow manage to look innocent and absolutely filthy at the same time.
I squint, a little thrown, my brain still half-stuck on the way her chest is pressed against mine, on how her skin’s slick and hot and goddamn perfect. “What did I?—”
Before I can finish, she’s straddling my lap. Her arms slide around my neck, her thighs locking around my hips, and holy fuck, she fits against me like she was made to be on my lap. I slide my hands down her back automatically, settling on her hips, and feel every inch of her soaked, warm skin under my palms.
