Page 31 of Breakout (Walker University #3)

Clay and Kellan walk out together next, joking and laughing. They each grab their girls, giving them long kisses while the rest of us stand there awkwardly.

“Come on, Peyton. Kiss me. I need something,” Brett jokes.

It makes me stiffen. I want to punch my best friend right now, which is irrational because he has no idea of what Peyton is to me. I haven’t told him.

Peyton laughs it off, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “Nah, I’ll risk my chances with Beck here.”

Brett laughs. “Of course you will. Women really love the broody assholes, huh? I swear Wyatt could have a buffet of pussy if he wanted. Goalies, am I right?”

Wyatt walks up then, smacking Brett on the back of the head. “You’re the dumbass who didn’t want to be a goalie. I can’t help girls like a man who can use his hands. Are we going or what?”

“Let’s get out of here, lovebirds,” Brett yells, getting the couples to break apart.

Peyton moves my arm around her shoulder, letting go of my hand as we turn to start walking.

Brett and Wyatt lead us, chatting with one another. Behind us, Cora and Kellan fall into line, Grace and Clay behind them.

For once, I feel like part of a couple, and it feels fucking fantastic. What’s even better is Peyton made the first move. She’s leaning into me. It has my high getting higher.

I don’t know how tonight could get any better.

When we get to the bar, we find out that the Williamson Hotel has an open bar tab for the hockey team and our loved ones.

For those who don’t drink or are underage, they could order whatever they wanted on the house as well.

There are a few other patrons here, but we take over getting the music changed to some dance hits the girls can move to.

Peyton doesn’t leave my side, though, even as Cora and Grace beckon her to. She lays her head on my shoulder as she chats with Wyatt. He eyes us but doesn’t say a word. Knowing that he knows what we have been up to, I know what he’s thinking.

This is a huge deal.

I feel it too, buddy.

Clay and Kellan migrate away from our group toward their women, leaving us with Brett and Wyatt.

The rookie, Calvin, calls for Brett, making him leave as well. Wyatt talks a bit longer before winking at me and claiming he has somewhere to be.

Finally, I’m alone with my wife.

“You look beautiful tonight,” I whisper into her ear.

She smiles up at me. “Thank you. You looked sexy out there playing. I never thought I was into athletes, but you have me changing my mind.”

Leaning closer to her face, I tell her, “It’s the stamina, right?”

She sways even closer. “The strength too.”

I press my lips to hers briefly before pulling back. “My willingness to do anything to win.”

“I think we need to get out of here, otherwise, I’m going to blow our cover,” she admits.

“What if I say I don’t give a fuck if we do?” I ask.

“Well, I’d rather not get arrested for indecent exposure, so maybe we save outing ourselves for a time when I don’t want you naked as soon as possible?”

Fuck. I love this woman.

Grabbing her hand, I pull her out of the bar, pushing her against the first available wall as soon as we’re out of view. I press my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She kisses me back, her hands diving into my hair.

I growl into her mouth, nipping her lip. “Room. Now,” I bark at her.

“Not going to make it,” she says, pulling me through the closest door, which happens to be the bathroom. Pulling me into the bathroom stall, she slams the door shut, locking it.

I never paid much attention to hotel bathrooms, but I’ve got to say, I fucking love the Williamson. Their bathroom stalls go from ceiling to floor and are roomy enough that I don’t have to balance Peyton over a toilet.

“Pants, unbuttoned. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, doing as she asked as I watch her pull her leggings down. “Are you not wearing underwear?”

“Nope. I knew you would win. I wanted to give you your prize. You know, the one you told the girls to give their men earlier.”

“Come give it to me then.”

“Maybe you need to show me some of that strength.”

She lets her pants hit the ground as she wraps her arms around my neck. I pull the condom from my wallet, sliding it down my cock. Then I lift her over me, sliding my cock through her wetness. After a moment, I slowly press inside of her.

She lets out a sigh of relief as if she needed this more than I did.

I press a kiss to her lips, pressing her back to the stall door. “You feel like heaven,” I whisper against her skin.

“You feel like home,” she admits softly.

Before I can respond, she starts gyrating her hips. I match the pace she sets, fucking her into the door. I can feel my release building as I fuck her without abandon. Her own mewls are becoming louder.

Then we hear it. The door opens, and voices filter in.

I freeze, slapping my hand over Peyton’s mouth. She continues to gyrate her hips, prompting me to grip her hip with my free hand and grind into her, keeping my movements to a minimum.

“I think James is a good choice for the first round. He’s a safe bet. He would help build the team and keep morale up. He’s a great team leader,” a man says.

“That he is. Do you think he would play well if we take him away from his group? I hear they are more like a family.” The second voice, I recognize immediately.

It’s Brantley Gibson. Owner of the Boston Foxes.

Peyton lets out a little moan muffled by my hand, causing the men to stop talking.

She is so lost in her pleasure that she doesn’t even care who is on the other side of the door.

I grind into her harder, feeling her body still as she clenches against me.

She comes, letting out a loud hum that the entire bathroom can hear.

Then the men start chuckling.

“Oh, to be young again,” Brantley says.

“You could have that. I saw Chloe floating around somewhere.”

“Fuck you.”

The men wash their hands, leaving the bathroom as Peyton comes down from her orgasm. I smirk at her as she opens her eyes.

“Did you like them listening in?” I ask.

Her pussy clenches, telling me she did.

“I’m not done with you yet. Hold on. I’m fucking you hard.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pump into her hard and fast. It only takes about five pumps before I spill into the condom.

Helping her to her feet, I steady her. Once she is dressed, I take the condom off and tie it off before I toss it in the trash.After tucking myself inside my pants, I grab her hand.

“Let’s go to bed, wife.”

She looks up at me with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

“Anything you want, husband. Tonight is your night.”