Page 14 of Breakaway (Nashville Knights Hockey #3)

Chapter Fourteen

CHLOE

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Of all the things on my list, I thought this one would be the last one I would do.

Turns out, it wasn’t. With not much time to get ready after the game, I shimmy into my tiniest dress and swipe on one last coat of lip gloss.

Erica

Downstairs

Ready when you are!

Chloe

Two more minutes and I’ll be down

Fluffing my hair out one more time, I give myself a once-over in the mirror.

Hair curled? Sprayed to an inch of its life.

Makeup? Immaculate.

Sexy black dress? A must.

Stepping into my red heels, I grab my clutch and head out, locking the door behind me.

“Damn, girl. You look hot!” Erica yells from the car.

“Thanks.”

I hop into the backseat, adjusting my skirt.

“Erica says you’ve never been to one of these places?” Devon asks, turning out of the parking lot.

“Not yet.”

“Erica and I can show you the ropes. And if you want to leave, we can,” he says. “They’re all about safety at this place, so you’re in good hands.”

“Thanks. Erika already filled me in as to what I should expect.”

The lights glimmer ahead of us as we cross the bridge into the city. Each mile we travel ratchets up my nerves. This is the most un-Chloe-like thing I’ve ever done. Probably will ever do.

I need to prove to myself that I can do this.

Driving away from the more popular bar scene, Devon leads us to a quiet downtown street before parking. It’s the most nondescript building. A bouncer is standing outside a black door, lit overhead from the streetlamps.

Music from a nearby bar filters over as the sun starts to sink closer to the horizon.

“You ready?” Erica asks, looking as good as ever in a green dress that shows off her curves.

“I’m ready.” I take a deep breath, smoothing my hand over my own outfit.

“You can back out if you want to.”

“I’m not.”

Steeling my spine, I follow Erica inside after flashing our IDs to security. The room is dimly lit, with walls covered in thick velvet drapes. A sexy woman with her hair in a tight bun and red lipstick is standing behind the counter, tapping away on a tablet.

“How can I help you this evening?” Even her voice is sultry.

“There’ll be three of us tonight,” Devon says.

“Please sign these release forms. You must agree to everything on the forms before you’ll be allowed entry.” She passes over three clipboards. “Read carefully and ask if you have any questions.”

It only takes a few minutes to read through everything and sign off. Instead of scaring me off, it makes me excited.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Enjoy your evening.” The woman nods to us as we’re shown into the main room.

And wow. It’s nothing like I thought it would be.

More of the same heavy, velvet drapes curtain the walls. A bar is off to one side with people chatting and ordering drinks. Others are spread around chairs and tables that line the walls. A few people are making out in one corner, but that’s it.

“Not quite what you thought, right?” Erica nudges me in the side.

“Not at all.”

“You want to grab a drink with us and feel the place out?”

I shake my head. “I’ll get a glass of wine, but I think I want to sit and take it all in.”

Erica leans in, pecking me on the cheek. “Make sure to have some fun.”

“I will.”

Devon orders our drinks as my eyes scan the crowd. I expected to walk into a mass orgy. Turns out I was wrong.

Very wrong .

Drinks are passed over and I watch as Erica and Devon take off in the opposite direction of where I head.

I can’t get far because a familiar face stops me in my tracks. Well, a mostly familiar face.

"Dax?" I whisper hiss.

“No.”

“What?”

Confused, I drop down onto the free seat next to him.

“My name is Drake.” A fake mustache—that looks more like a caterpillar on his upper lip—twitches.

“Drake?” I snort laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you…” he trails off, extending his hand.

This is how we’re going to play it?

“Cora.” I smile, taking his hand. “Can I ask why you’re here tonight, Drake? ”

“Well, someone I know was going to be here so I wanted to make sure they were okay.”

“I think they are.” I sip on my drink.

Dax—or Drake, as I should call him—sips on a dark, brown liquor.

“Much different than I thought it would be.”

“Right?” I rest my hand on his thigh without thinking about it. “I didn’t think this is what it would be like.”

“Way more sex?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Does it make you feel better about your friend ?”

“It does. It’s obvious she doesn’t need me here, so I can probably go.”

“No,” I blurt out, grabbing on to his forearm. “I want you to stay. I mean, stay for your friend.”

“Okay.”

Dax links his hand with mine. An electricity I’ve never felt spreads through me. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed—or let myself notice—just how soft his hands are. Dark brown eyes lock onto mine, swimming with emotion.

Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?

“Need anything to drink?”

I jump a foot, banging my knee against the table as a server checks in on us.

“I’ll take another bourbon,” Dax says. “I’d go ahead and get her another glass of wine.”

“Thank you.”

“You okay?” Dax asks, rubbing his fingers on my knee.

“Uh-huh.”

I down the rest of my wine. I am so far from okay, it’s not even funny. Dax and I have never shied away from touches. Hugs here and there. Kisses on the cheek. We’ve always been like that.

Why now is a touch from him making me crazy with need?

A part of me that I thought I hid away is coming back to life with each circle he rubs into my knee.

Lust.

Desire.

Wanton need for my best friend.

“You sure?” he asks as fresh drinks are dropped off.

“I guess I was jumpy before I came in here.”

“Do you want to go?” he asks.

“I promise, I’m okay.”

I settle back into the seat as Dax pulls his hand off my knee. That’ll help. That and more wine.

“I honestly thought there’d be a lot more sex happening.”

“I thought so too. Guess I really had no idea what I was signing up for.”

“Makes me feel like I was overreacting.”

I nudge his shoulder with mine. “I’m glad you’re here. ”

“Me too.”

A couple takes the empty seats across from us and immediately start making out. His hand snakes under her skirt as his other hand maneuvers her top down. The two of them don’t have a care in the world as things escalate.

Not wanting to be caught staring, my eyes track over the room. It’s like a switch flipped and more people are making out and fooling around than before.

It’s…well, it’s downright hot to see.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Do you—” Dax is cut off before he can get his question out.

“Hi.”

A beefy man with a thick beard comes over to us, a drink in hand. Before I can get a word out, Dax is pulling me onto his lap. “She’s taken.”

“Sorry.” He slinks away, not looking back.

Holy. Shit.

I have never felt so possessed by any one person in my entire life. Dax’s fingers dig into my side, hot like an iron.

I feel it everywhere . Heat builds in my core. It’s the most innocent of touches, but I want more. Am craving more.

With Dax.

“Sorry, if you want to?—”

“No,” I snap, cutting him off. “I’m fine here.”

I want this feeling with Dax to continue. I want to bottle it up to revisit anytime I’m feeling…needy, downright hungry for my best friend.

Oh my God, I want Dax.

Based on the growing problem I’m feeling now, I can say he wants me too. It must be because of the sex club and everyone else getting off.

I wonder what it would feel like to be doing with Dax what the others are doing with each other. Image after image flash through my mind.

Of being back in Dax’s bedroom with him. Of his head between my legs, eating me out. Thrusting into me. How good he would make me feel.

“Oh God,” I purr, wiggling my hips. It does nothing to help Dax.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he bites out. “You really can’t do that.”

“Why not?” It slips out before I can stop it.

“Because…”

“Because why?”

“We can’t.”

Flipping around, I’m straddling Dax. A pained look is on his face as his strong hands drift down my thighs.

“Because you’re my best friend?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Cora doesn’t know Drake though,” I argue. “What if…”

“You really want to do this?”

I trace a finger over the fake mustache he’s wearing. “I do if you do.”

When he arches his hips into me, I can’t help the groan that escapes as he pulls me close to him, lips ghosting my ear. “If we do this, nothing changes. Just a quick way to get off. No kissing or anything. This is Drake and Cora. Tomorrow, we’ll go back to being Dax and Chloe.”

“Nothing changes.”

I swivel my hips over his cock. If this is all the two of us get—a quick dry-humping session in a sex club—I’m going to enjoy every second.

Dax kisses a warm path up and down my neck as I keep moving over his hard cock. We’re reading each other perfectly, moving in sync. Nothing has ever felt so, so…right .

I sink my fingers through Dax’s hair as he moves me over him. The soft cotton of his pants against my clit is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I want more, but this is all I’m going to get tonight. I don’t know if we could do more and not have things change.

But this? Humping Dax right now? It’s foreplay but so damn good.

“I’m getting close,” I whisper, tossing my head back.

Dax tugs my earlobe between his teeth, commanding, “Look at me. I want to see your face when you come.”

“Yes.”

Inhibition is thrown out the window. I don’t know this person who has taken over my body, but she is taking what she wants. And right now, I want this man to make me come.

Dax’s hands slide over to my ass, moving me faster. Grinding me down harder. One more thrust of his hips up has me exploding.

“Dax!”

I don’t care that we’re supposed to be Drake and Cora. All common sense is gone as I let pleasure take over my body. The sparks. The heat. Everything.

Everything feels out of this world as the grunts and squeezes from Dax tell me he’s come too. Breathing hard, I collapse into his arms.

He holds me close, rubbing circles into my back as we come down from our high. I don’t think anything could top this.

“Take me home?” I ask.

“Of course,” he says, helping me to my feet. I’m in a blurry haze as lust carries me away.

“Do you need to let Erica know?”

“Yeah.” I nod, pulling out my phone and letting her know who’s taking me home. Because she would ask. I know she’ll want more, but not right now.

Right now, I want to live in this post-orgasm bubble from Dax just a little longer.

It’s dark by the time Dax helps me into his truck. He cracks the windows, letting a warm breeze flow through the cab of the truck.

I can’t believe we did that together. I never thought anything like that would happen with Dax of all people. But I don’t regret it for one minute.

The city flies by as Dax takes me to my place, pulling up in a parking spot and turning the engine off.

“You don’t have to come up.” I look over at him. There’s a softness there that makes my heart pitter-patter. “It’s okay.”

“Chloe—”

“Cora can do it.” I wink at him.

“Fine. I’m going to wait until you’re inside. Flash your porch light at me so I know you’re in safely, okay?”

“I can do that.” I rest my arms on the open window. “Hey, Dax?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for tonight.”

“Anything for you, Chloe.”

“Bye.”

He doesn’t leave until I turn my light on in my apartment. Only then does he head home.

I’m left wishing he would take me with him and we could spend the rest of the night together.

But that would change everything.

And I won’t let that happen.