Page 10 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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S pencer and I hung out the rest of the day because I insisted she needed a break from all the work she’s been doing. To which she told me Jared gives her plenty of breaks. I argued that technically that was inspiration, and she needs a true break, which led to us eating too many snacks, watching dumb movies, and having one of the best days I’ve had in a while.

Which is why I’m in a great mood by the time I get home, overly full from all the snacks and tired from all the talking and laughing we did. It felt nice to hang out with my friend again without the outside pressures of who she is.

We met in college, and at that time Spencer was just posting videos of herself singing on YouTube. Eventually, it became more than that and she got widely popular, and the rest is history. I was studying public relations in college so when she needed a publicist, she hired me, and it’s been a balancing act of our friendship and work ever since .

So days like today are nice. It reminds me of college when everything was easier. When my family wasn’t as strained with Bailey’s chosen absence and Brandon’s…well anyway. Shaking the depressive thoughts away, I decide to reach out to my other brother, Bryson. I’m not as close to him as I am Brent, but we keep in touch every so often.

When I pick up my phone to call him, I see a message I must have missed on my social media. I scowl at the screen when I see who it’s from.

Colton: Missing me yet, Princess?

Not even slightly, I think to myself. Ignoring the message I call my brother.

Bryson answers and the background noise is loud like he’s at a club or something based on all the voices and music.

“Hello?” he answers.

“Hey, where are you?” I ask.

“Uh, out with some friends. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just calling to say hi.” I pick at some lint on my pants because it’s clear he’s busy and will want to get off the phone quickly.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, Brynn, can I call you back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sorry to bother you!” I fake cheeriness in my voice because if I’m honest I’m a little disappointed. I wanted to talk to him. Sometimes I just want to talk to someone in my family, but they are all too busy or too preoccupied with other things to talk to me, and it just makes me feel silly for trying.

“It’s okay,” his voice is sincere, but I hear his name called in the background. “I’ll call tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, whenever you’re not busy. It’s okay.”

“Okay, talk later, sis.”

“Love–” The call cuts off and I feel the tears brimming, but I blink them away. I’m not going to cry.

And because I clearly am some sort of masochist, or the loneliness has driven me to insanity I actually reply to Colton.

Brynn: You wish.

Colton: Go out with me when we come back.

Brynn: No.

Colton: One drink.

Brynn: How many times do I have to tell you no?

Colton: Until I have you under me screaming, “yes.”

Ugh. I regret replying. Staring at the screen I don’t know what to say. And I know I shouldn’t say anything else. He just likes to fuck with me and wants what he can’t have.

And yet, it reminds me how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone. I’ve never dated anyone seriously, just a handful of dates that lead to more, but then it just kind of fades out. I’ve never had those butterflies, fireworks, seeing stars type of feelings that I hear about. The same feelings Spencer sings about in her love songs and yet I’ve never felt it.

I’ve also never felt the heartbreak she sings about either because I’ve never felt so strongly for anyone I’ve been with to be upset when it ends.

Sometimes I think I’m defective.

Other people have it, but I don’t.

Since I started working with Spencer, I became so busy that dating took a back seat and that includes sex. Rereading Colton’s text makes me think even more about that and realizing how long it’s been since I’ve even gotten myself off.

I refuse to admit that his words may have made me feel a certain way. Which results in wetness between my legs. But it’s not because of him. No, just the thought of being under anyone else screaming yes.

The faceless man of my fantasy giving me pleasure I’ve never experienced with anyone else. His fingers rubbing me, his mouth on me, before fucking me in a way that has me exploding all around him.

I find that my hands have slid underneath my underwear and I’m swiping my finger through my desire and bringing it up to my clit to rub tight circles, exactly the way I need to get off. I close my eyes and the fantasy takes over.

The man moving me exactly how he wants me, flipping me onto my stomach as he drives into me from behind. His hand is rubbing me between my body and the mattress while he fucks me in punishing thrusts.

His voice is in my ear, “Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re taking my cock like the perfect little slut you are.”

“Your pussy was made for me.”

The voice becomes more distinct the closer I get. The telltale signs of an orgasm starting to form. I bring myself closer and closer to the edge when the voice becomes familiar. And in my fantasy, I’m flipped around on my back and the faceless man isn’t faceless anymore.

When my release hits me, I realize who my brain assigned this fantasy to. I almost want to stop myself from coming, but I can’t. It’s too late. When I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my moan, it’s in punishment to myself that the face and voice my brain decided to add to my fantasy is that of Colton fucking Wheeler.

The next day I refuse to think about what I did last night. I didn’t reply to Colton, and I don’t plan to. I’m avoiding him and pretending like I never fantasized about him while I… nope , see I’m not thinking about it.

Chandler needed my help with something for the baby today and I head over as soon as I see her text. She greets me looking completely disheveled and out of breath. If the guys weren’t out of town, I would assume to know why she looks like that and would probably throw up in my mouth a bit because that would include my brother .

“Hey,” she greets, panting.

“You okay?” My concern rising. I’ve never been around anyone in labor, and she could be right now for all I know.

“Yeah, the stairs are killing me,” she heaves.

“Maybe you guys should’ve thought about that before buying such a huge place.” I step inside. “Or even better, make them build you an elevator.”

She shakes her head. “It’s only for a couple more weeks, I can handle it.”

“I don’t know. That elevator seems like a good idea in general,” I coax.

Chandler huffs out a small laugh. “You might be right. If I had an elevator I wouldn’t need your help.”

She leads me to a box leaning against a wall. It’s not heavy, but it is awkwardly shaped, so I have to walk sideways up the stairs to get it up to the nursery.

I set it down in the immaculately decorated baby room, placing my hands on my hips. “Could this not have waited until the guys were back? I feel like this is all they would be good for.”

Chandler smirks, “They are good for much more than that.”

I exaggerate a gag. “Gross. No. I love you, but those comments are okay for Audrey, not me. ”

She laughs. “Sorry, but that’s what you get for questioning me being an independent woman.”

“I know you are. What is this anyway?” I ask, moving the box to see for myself.

“It’s a nightstand. I realized we needed one when I ran out of room to put things for her.”

“I assume you need my help building it too?” I ask, already starting to open the box.

“Nah, I got it. I just need you to keep me company.” She takes over for me, opening the box.

Over the next couple of hours, Chandler fights off my attempts to help beyond handing her things she needs for the project. After a short interlude when Vince calls her, and another one when somehow a piece was put on the wrong way resulting in her having to undo a couple steps and try again, it’s finished. We ordered dinner to have together and it’s nice to spend some one-on-one time with my sister-in-law.

I head home and only realize I haven’t paid my phone any attention when I see all the notifications that have piled up throughout the day. While I hope to see some from Bryson, or even maybe Bailey, that’s not the case. Most of them have to do with Spencer which means I’ll be spending tomorrow gently reminding people that she is not available at this time.

One message makes me narrow my eyes at the screen, and yet again while I debate blocking him, I still don’t. At least this time I don’t reply. Not after what happened last night. I refuse to let my fantasies include this asshole again .

I know that if I ignore him long enough, he’ll eventually give up. Guys like Colton Wheeler only like the thrill of the chase for so long. At the end of the day, he wants convenience and that will never be me.

Colton: Can’t wait for our drink when I get back, Princess.