Page 11 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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M y new favorite pastime is fucking with Brynn. When I’m bored, I fuck with her. When I need to cheer myself up, I fuck with her. When I’m horny, I fuck with her. I don’t know if it’s because of who she is, or because she can’t stand me, but the woman makes me want to fight with her and then fuck her all within the span of ten seconds.

The way she fights back and argues makes me want her even more. I mean, makes me want her under me. Because that’s all I’m looking for. And the fact that it would piss off her older brother really is the icing on the cake.

Every day that we’re on our road trip I send Brynn at least one message a day. Why? Because I know it’ll piss her off. I half expect her to block me, but she doesn’t, which tells me everything I need to know. Baby Collee is enjoying our little back and forth as well.

The next step for me is going to be taking it further. Now that we’re back, I want to piss her off in person again. It’s a sure-fire way to get my dick hard and then I want her to do something about it. Hand, mouth, pussy, I’m not picky, but she will at some point.

As soon as the team plane lands back in Denver, I can’t get off it fast enough. I don’t talk to anyone, and they don’t talk to me. Which is fine and makes me want to get some release. Mostly in the form of a certain little blonde.

Once I’m in my car I send her the first message of the day.

Colton: I’m back, Princess. Meet me at Twisted Snake tonight at eight.

She will probably ignore me. Likely not to show up, but that’s okay because if she doesn’t then I’ll just find someone else to go home with. It’s a win-win either way for me.

I smirk at the screen when I see the message has been read and she doesn’t respond. It’s fine, though, I have a feeling she may surprise me.

When I open my texts, I see one of the simple obligatory texts from my mom. You’d think being the only child she has left she would care more, but every message I get from her just reminds me that she feels like she has to check on me. Not that she wants to.

And my dad doesn’t even pretend to try and care.

So, I stopped caring a long time ago. They aren’t the only ones that were affected by losing Josh, but they sure as shit act like it.

Mom: How are you?

Colton: Fine.

It’s all I say before tossing my phone into my bag strapped around my shoulders before I straddle my bike and take off toward my place. I love the chance to ride whenever I can. I can’t take my motorcycle on game days, but any other time it’s my main ride.

I speed down the streets of Denver to get back to my rental house just outside of the city. I like the distance away from everything that reminds me where I actually am. Out here I can pretend I’m anywhere else. At least until the snow starts, then I’ll remember I’m not in L.A.

As I get closer to my house, I’m tempted to keep driving up into the mountains to kill time, but I end up doing a loop around the hills near my house instead of navigating the mountain roads. I park my Ducati Supersport in the garage and go inside. It’s completely silent, which isn’t unusual and is how I prefer it.

No one comes into my house. When I hookup with a chick, we go to her place, or a hotel.

I head up to my bedroom, tossing my bag on the floor and immediately stripping out of my clothes before getting in the shower. My mind drifts to the feisty little baby Collee as the hot water pelts my skin. The smirk pulls at my lips as I think about the possibility of her showing up tonight.

My dick stands at attention at the thought of her tall, little body pressed against mine again. How it would feel if she wrapped those long legs around my waist while I pushed inside her. I dunk my head under the water and shake out my hair. I’m not going to fuck my fist to the thought of her. Not yet, because I want to feel the real thing first.

I get to the country bar a little after eight because I know if she’s going to show up, there’s not a chance in hell she would show up at the time I told her to. Defiant little thing.

When I walk in, my eyes scan the area looking for the familiar head of blonde hair. When I don’t see her at the bar or by the bull riding machine, I decide to grab a drink and scope other possible options for the night. Because it’s been too long and I need to get laid tonight, regardless.

Some guy steps up to the mechanical bull and I see the cocky look he sends a group of girls right before he hops up onto the machine. It starts before he’s ready and he attempts to hang on, but after a second he’s thrown onto the soft ground.

Shaking my head, I turn back toward the bar as my beer is being slid toward me. I nod at the bartender. “Go ahead and leave it open,” I tell him.

“You know, you should try that out,” a feminine voice says next to me, and I can’t help the pull at the side of my mouth in a smirk.

Turning toward the voice, I’m met with a conflicted looking Brynn.

“I will if you will, Princess,” I tell her, smugly.

She shakes her head. “I don’t even know why I’m here. ”

“I do. Because you want me. It’s okay to admit it, I won’t hold it against you. Well…”

She scoffs, “This was stupid. I had a moment of temporary insanity, I’m leaving.”

“Wait.” I reach out, and take hold of her arm as she starts to walk away. She narrows her eyes at me when I don’t let go. I’m not holding her hard, but I don’t rush to let go either. “One drink. You’re already here.”

Her eyes flick over to the mechanical bull, and she smiles. “I will if you try that out.”

I drop her arm and ignore how I feel about not touching her and that I don’t like it. Shaking my head, I respond, “No, if we’re making a bet involving Bill then we’re making it more exciting.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Bill? The bull’s name is Bill?”

I nod.

“Must come here often,” she comments.

I just shrug. It’s one of the places I frequent more often than others because I know none of the team will ever come here, and it reminds me of home in a weird way. Not L.A. home. Childhood home, back before anything involving my childhood was shitty. But I’m not telling her any of that.

“If I try out Bill, I want something more interesting,” I tell her. “Like you inviting me back to your place. ”

She barks out a humorless laugh. “If you can last eight seconds on Bill you can negotiate something ridiculous like that.”

“Baby Collee, I always last longer than eight seconds.” I give her a wink that results in an eye roll from her. “So, if I last eight seconds, then you come home with me. And if I don’t, what do you want?”

“You to leave me alone and never talk to me again,” she answers easily.

I shake my head, “No, that can be what you get if you last eight seconds.”

“I’m not getting on that thing.”

“It’s only fair, Princess.”

She groans. “Fine. If I last eight seconds, then you leave me alone forever.”

I smirk. She’s not lasting on the bull so I’m confident enough to make the deal.

“Fine, and if you don’t, then you give me your number. I’m tired of messaging you through DMs.”

She cringes but agrees. And her reaction makes me chuckle, because she showed up here, so she can deny that she wants me all she wants, but her actions are showing a little differently.

“We have a deal then? If I don’t last the full eight seconds, then I’ll buy you a drink,” I offer, putting my hand out for her to shake .

She hesitates for a moment before sliding her slim hand into mine and the warmth shoots up my entire arm the second her skin touches mine. I smile down at her, let’s do this, baby Collee.