Page 14 of Breakout (Walker University #3)

I follow him through the crowd to the bar, where we find the girls laughing with one another, each with a drink in their hand. Peyton looks looser than I’ve ever seen her. She is usually so uptight and in control that it’s weird to see her letting loose like this.

As I approach, Grace sees me first.

“No. He didn’t. Come on,” she whines.

I shrug. “Clay is here somewhere, but it was my idea to come. I wanted to go out. I had no idea you were even here.”

I glance at Peyton as I lie. She is looking at me as if I hung the moon, though. It’s distracting. Makes me want to kiss her.

How drunk is she?

“Beck.” Peyton stumbles into my chest.

Grace and Cora laugh.

“Whoa. The floor is moving.”

I frown. “What did you give her to drink?” I ask the girls.

“Some shots.” Cora stumbles over her words.

They are all fucking drunk.

Kellan and Clay step up a moment later, each wrapping their girl up in their arms.

I look down at Peyton, wishing I could kiss her like they are kissing theirs as we speak.

“I’m going to get Peyton home. She’s wasted,” I call out.

Kellan gives me a thumbs-up, still mauling Cora.

Clay pulls back. “You sure? You don’t even have your car.”

I frown. I didn’t think of that.

“Wait. We didn’t finish our mission,” Grace says, spinning to me. “She has to dance with a guy.”

I frown. Is that why she called me here?

“All right, Gracie. Let’s go dance then,” I tell her, pulling Peyton to the dance floor.

“You smell delicious,” Peyton tells me as soon as I have her in my arms.

“You are drunk,” I tell her, kissing her nose.

She gasps, looking around. “People will see.”

That only makes me chuckle harder. “Everyone is drunk. It’s fine. Now dance with me, wifey.”

She moves in closer, moving her body against mine. Every brush of her skin is torture. It’s like electricity is pulsing between us. I let her body fit mine like a puzzle piece, letting her drunken motions guide us.

My dick hardens as she brushes against me harder, rubbing her heat against my leg.

She’s getting herself off.

That’s the only thought in my head as I press my leg up harder. I let her set the pace, keeping her tight against me until I feel her body stiffen as she comes against me. The damp fabric on my leg confirms what I already knew.

My wife just came on my leg in the middle of a group of strangers. There’s something so hot about knowing that.

As I pull away from her, I can see how sleepy she is already getting. She always is after a good orgasm.

Moving back to the group, I’m not surprised to find the couples making out while Wyatt scans the club.

“Can we go now? Peyton might pass out,” I joke.

Clay pulls back. “Yeah. Let’s go. Wyatt, you staying?”

I don’t miss how he eyes that same group again before shaking his head. “I’ve seen enough.”

I hold Peyton close to my side, Wyatt taking her other side as we make our way out to the car. It’s then we realize our predicament.

“I can call a ride,” I tell Clay, digging out my phone.

“I’ll just sit on Kellan’s lap. Peyton can sit on yours or Wyatt’s.”

I look at Wyatt, who doesn’t say a word.

“Beck,” Peyton breathes out.

Cora cackles. Legit cackles.

“Guess drunk Peyton doesn’t hate you after all.”

Kellan shakes his head, getting into one side of the car. Wyatt moves to the middle, patting the seat next to him. I slide into the seat, helping Peyton to settle on my lap.

Then she looks up at me. I mean, really looks at me, and for the first time, I have hope. Hope that she feels even a sliver of what I feel for her.

She looks at me in that moment like I am the end-all and be-all in her world.

God, don’t let this be a dream, please. I beg of you.

She nestles in closer, her nose nuzzling my neck. Within minutes, she’s out.

“Am I taking her to her dorm?” Clay asks, glancing at me in the rearview.

I shake my head.

“You can all crash at ours then. You cool with that?” Clay asks Kellan.

“Yeah, man. I’m cool with that.”

It feels like it takes even less time to get back to our place than it did to get to the club, but that might also be because I didn’t want the ride to end. I wanted to hold Peyton forever.

“I’ll come help you,” Wyatt whispers to me.

I nod, waiting for him to get out and come around. He takes Peyton from me so I can stand. Then he slides her back into my arms.

When we get inside, Clay says, “I’ll get the air mattress.”

“No need. I’m worried she might get sick, so I’ll let her have my bed and take the floor so I can watch her.”

“You sure, man?” Clay asks, holding a swaying Grace to his side.

Kellan already has Cora on the couch and is moving toward the kitchen.

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal.”

Carrying Peyton up to my room, I shut the door behind me.

I lay her on the bed, taking her shoes off and then her bra.

She always complains about how bad it hurts to sleep in one, and I don’t want her to be in any more pain.

I grab a bottle of water from my mini fridge and set it next to the bed along with some aspirin.

Then I tuck her under my covers. I go to walk away to turn off the light when I hear her whisper.

“Stay. Please, Beck.”

Looking back, I see her eyes open wide yet a little glassy.

She might ream me out tomorrow about it, citing the rules, but I could never deny her anything.

So I turn off the light, toe off my shoes, then I climb under the covers, holding my wife.