Page 19 of Breakout (Walker University #3)

“I’m coming!” he yells back before kissing me once more.

“Cheer loudly for me.”

“Always,” I tell him, letting him lead me out of the locker room.

He threads his fingers through mine as we move toward Ronnie.

“What did you tell him?” Beckett asks.

“That it smelled like you were taking a massive shit. Get going before you get me fired.”

Beckett laughs. “Thanks, man. See you later, Pey.”

He gives me one last kiss before he heads toward the ice.

“Better get to your seat, ma’am,” Ronnie says, looking nervous.

I nod, heading back. As soon as I slide past the girls, Cora nudges me.

“Guess you could afford the jersey after all.”

I give her a tight smile as I nod, focusing on the game.

It’s getting harder and harder to lie to them. I’m going to come clean sooner or later.

I just hope they don’t hate me when they realize how much I’ve lied to them.

We’ve just played the game of our lives. I swear I am still high on the win as we all celebrate in the locker room together.

I don’t know about the other guys, but I know why I was at the top of my game.

Peyton.

Seeing my name on the back of her jersey did something to me. I already liked calling her my wife and pretending she was mine, but seeing that had a whole new level of caveman overcoming me. I wanted to ravage her right then and there. I would have too if I didn’t have a hockey game to win.

That’s over, and the win is under my belt, which means one thing.

The rest of tonight, Peyton will be my sole focus. The things I plan to do to her.

“You coming out with us, man?” Brett asks.

I shake my head. “Not this time.”

Seeing his face fall has me feeling like a dick. Ever since he hurt himself and had to medically redshirt this season, he’s not been himself.

“I can go. Let me make a call.”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine. Keep your plans.”

“Brett, if you want me to go, I will,” I tell him, seriously.

“I’ll have enough fun for the both of us,” he tells me. “Go do whatever you have to do.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Wyatt comes over and claps me on the shoulder. “I’ve got him. You go on.”

I feel like a dick and insist one more time. “Nah, going out with you guys will be much more fun.”

It’s a bald-faced lie. One that Wyatt well knows, but he doesn’t call me on it.

“Nah, I think Brett and I have something to do tonight. A secret mission.”

That has Brett perking up. I don’t know what the mission is, but Brett is all in.

“Go away, Beckett. We have secret shit to do.”

I laugh, leaving them behind as I mentally thank Wyatt for taking care of Brett. I really need to pull him to the side and have another conversation with him, but not tonight. Not after that win.

Tomorrow. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

Tonight, it is all about Peyton.

Hurrying through my shower, I head out of the locker room first. All of the girls are there waiting.

I ache to stride up to Peyton and take her in my arms. To have her jump into my arms like I’ve seen Grace and Cora do to Clay and Kellan. I yearn for that connection, but not to just anyone.

Only to Peyton.

Instead, I come to a stop beside them, my eyes on Peyton. She looks up at me shy, as Grace steps up to give me a hug.

“Good game,” she tells me.

Cora is next to hug me. “You guys played like beasts.”

Then it’s Peyton’s turn. Usually, she would shy away from a hug, but tonight is different. She is different.

She steps into me, coming up on her toes to wrap her arms around my neck. Then she presses her body against me as she whispers in my ear, “I’m so proud of you, Beck.”

Those six words coming from her mouth nearly bring me to my knees. I used to always strive to make my father proud of me until I realized what a futile attempt it was. I’ve never been told I’ve made anyone proud in my life.

Hearing it from her makes it extra special.

“Thanks, Pey,” I whisper back, reluctantly letting her go.

“What do you think about the jersey?” Cora asks. “She went and bought one to support you.”

I look down at Peyton, looking sheepish as I smile. “Oh, it’s wonderful. I always knew you’d wear my name one day.”

On your back and every day of your life.

“Don’t get cocky.”

I suck my bottom lip in my mouth before letting it go.

“Well, I’m going to head home. I want to get a nap in before all the guys come back drunk from the win,” I tell them.

“You don’t want to celebrate?” Grace asks.

“Not at some bar. I’ll catch you later.” I go to leave, but Peyton grabs my hand, shocking me.

“You think you can give me a ride? I have some classwork I want to catch up on,” she says.

“Booo. No fun,” Cora says.

“I came to the game and called out at work. That’s all you get.” Peyton turns back to them, hugging them each.

“Fair enough.” Then she turns to Grace and whispers loudly. “Maybe she’s going to see the condom guy.”

I choke on my spit at her words. Peyton shoots her a glare before grabbing my hand and pulling me away.

“Bye, ladies,” I call back, letting her lead me around.

Truth is, I’m happy to have her touch me in public for once. As soon as we are away from the locker room, I thread my fingers through hers and match her pace.

When we get to my car, I help her inside before getting in the driver’s seat.

“Condom guy? Do I have to worry?”

She glares at me. “It’s you. You’re the condom guy. She found a condom wrapper in the room.”

I glance over at her, shocked. Then I burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny. She now thinks I’m either seeing someone or whoring around. How am I supposed to explain this?”

I reach across the center console and grab her hand as I slowly ease out of the parking space. “Don’t. It’s none of their business. Or tell them the truth. I’ll follow your lead.”

“You’re too good to me. You know that, right?”

“No, Peyton. I’m not. I’m really not,” I say, hating that she feels that way.

“You really are. You deal with my crazy without even blinking. You could have any woman out there, yet you are with me.”

“You are selling yourself short. Sure, I could have someone else, but I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

“This isn’t…” she starts.

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear that. Please. Not tonight.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Okay.”

Within minutes, we are at her dorm.

“Do you still want me to come up?” I ask.

She blinks, looking at me, surprised. “Why wouldn’tI?”

“If this isn’t…”

Her fingers press to my lips. “If I can’t say it, then neither can you.”

I nod, getting out of the car, going around to help her out.

I follow her up to the front door, my eyes on my name peeking from beneath her hair as she walks.

I grab her hips as she unlocks the door, following her to the stairs.

It doesn’t take long for us to make it to her room.

Once inside, I shut the door, then lean back against it.

“Peyton.”

She turns, looking at me. I don’t know what she sees in my eyes, but her mouth falls open in surprise. Stalking toward her, I grab her hips, falling to my knees.

“Beck, this is your night. I should do something for you.”

“This is doing something for me. A whole fucking lot of something.”

Unbuttoning her pants quickly, I pull them down along with her underwear, leaving her in nothing but my jersey. Then I help her step out of them, pushing her back until she falls onto her bed.

Spreading her legs, I press kisses up them until I reach her center. Then I lick and suck her clit until she’s arching off the bed.

I’ve taken months to learn her body. Sometimes I play with her nice and slow, bringing her to the edge over and over.

Not tonight.

I thrust three fingers into her over and over as I play with her clit with my tongue. When she finally comes, I keep pleasuring her through it until her body is like jelly.

Then I climb up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I need something from you tonight,” I tell her.

She looks up at me, a smile on her face as her eyes are glassy.

“Whatever you need, it’s yours.”

“I need you to be my wife. For real. Can you do that?”

She nods.

“Good girl. Now flip over.”

She does as I ask, my hands gliding over her curves as she does. When she settles on her knees, her ass in the air, I know I’m not going to last long.

I’ve fucked her many times, but seeing those letters on her back has me hyped up.

Grabbing a condom, I slip it on before slowly entering her. She moans out, burying her face into the pillow.

“That’s right. Your husband’s going to fuck you good and well. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Hayes?”

“God, yes. Please.”

“You going to be my good girl?” I ask.

“Always. Please.”

She thrusts back against me, taking my cock deeper into her pussy as she clenches against me.

She’s going to be the death of me, I swear.

Reaching up with one hand, I gather her hair, wrapping it around my fist. Then I pull her head back, looking down at the name “Hayes” on her back.

My last name.

I wish this condom were gone. I wish I was pumping her full of my cum. Starting the family I want us to have.

I see it now. Our future life laid out before us.

If only she would let us have it.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I begin to thrust into her, fucking her hard as I pull on her hair.

Her body reacts to mine as if it were meant for me.

With every movement, her body echoes my own.

I thrust, and she pushes back into it. I pull, she moans out, angling her neck so I can pull more.

I smack her ass, and she pushes it higher in the air.

I’m on the verge of losing it, but I refuse to. Not until she orgasms again.

Looking down, I see her ass clenching as if it’s winking at me.

It’s risky, but I suck the thumb on my free hand into my mouth until it’s wet. Then I spit on it. Rubbing from her taint to hole, I gauge her reaction. When she presses into my finger, I take it as the go-ahead. I press in firmly, letting her body decide how much to take.

“Oh. Oh god. Beck. Fuck.”

She presses against me hard, her pussy soaking my dick as she comes. It’s enough to make my cock jerk inside of her, filling the condom with my own release.

I hold still, letting the aftershocks of her orgasm fade. When she turns her head, looking back at me, I slowly slip my finger out of her ass, making her moan out again.

“You liked that, huh?”

She looks shy as she bites her bottom lip and nods.

“We can explore that more later.”

Pulling out of her, I dispose of the condom, making sure to show her the wrapper going into the tissue and into the trash.

She giggles at my antics.

“Are you going to stay the night?” she asks me.

I look over at her. “It’s against the rules.”

She shakes her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m your real wife, and you’re my real husband, right? Married couples sleep together.”

I see it then. It’s the permission in her head to give in to this thing between us. To let her feel it all without the guilt or anxiety or worry.

“Then yeah, I’m staying. Scoot over.”

Climbing into bed beside her, I let her settle onto my chest. This is how it’s supposed to be. How we could always be if she’d let us.

“Good night, Beck.”

Feeling content for the first time in my life, I whisper, “Good night, Peyton.”