Page 14 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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P racticing while knowing what the captain’s little sister’s mouth tastes like makes me a bit more of an asshole than usual. I left Brynn alone for the most part the following day because I knew she wanted nothing to do with me and wanted to freak out in peace.

Eventually, I gave in and messaged her because she never gave me her number. As soon as she gave in, I saved it and texted her.

Colton: Are you coming to the game tomorrow?

She doesn’t reply while I heat up one of my premade meal preps and scarf it down. Just when I’m thinking she won’t respond tonight my phone dings.

Baby Collee: Yes, but I don’t want to see you.

Colton: I already told you, I’m okay being your dirty little secret. But you’ll have to see me.

Baby Collee: You know what I mean. Act like you don’t know me. Because you don’t.

Colton: I know what it feels like to have your tongue in my mouth.

I know she is ignoring me again when she doesn’t respond as quick. Fucking with her just gets better and better. She just riles me up and it only spurs me on. Part of me wanted her to refuse to give me her number because if she didn’t think I would go to her brother, she was dead fucking wrong.

The thought of pissing him off enough to throw a punch at me is everything I want and more. I’ve rarely seen him fight on the ice, and I doubt he’s done it off it. I’m sure he’d have the other two guys in that weird little relationship they have also jump me. McQuaid might give me a run for my money, but I could take Dumont.

I get to keep the information about us a secret for a bit longer though, which is probably better for me anyway. Especially because I want to know what her pussy feels like. I bet she’s just as feisty in bed as she is when she talks to me.

Or maybe she turns into a good little girl who would beg for my cock. Either way is a win to me because I’ll have baby Collee coming all over my dick. While she'll want to hate every single second of it, she'll hate me even more because I’ll make her feel better than any other guy has. And then she will never be able to find anyone who measures up to me.

Colton: I know the memory of our kiss made you hot for me. I hope you’re touching yourself to the thought of it, Princess. I know I have *wink emoji*

Baby Collee: I haven’t thought about you for a single second.

Baby Collee: And what kiss? I don’t recall such a thing…

Colton: I’ll be happy to spark your memory. We can start with giving you a repeat of it. I’ll come over and remind you.

Baby Collee: I’m going to get a restraining order.

I bark out a laugh she can’t hear.

Colton: I love it when you threaten me, Princess. Makes me so hard for you.

Baby Collee: You can take care of that by sticking it in a blender. Night, Wheeler.

I have another plan to take care of it. It includes my fist while I imagine it’s her mouth instead. For a brief moment I think of getting a real mouth to take care of it. But that seems like a lot of work and I’m hard now. I know the second I finally sink into Brynn’s warm mouth while she sucks me down her throat is going to be so fucking satisfying.

I hope she talks back to me while showing me what a good little slut she is for my cock. She’ll beg for me. Beg for everything I want to give her and more. Fuck I just know she’s going to take me so well.

My hand’s already wrapped around my cock and I’m stroking it to the thought of her. It brings me to the edge almost too quickly and I’m coming with a groan, wishing I was spilling inside her throat instead of just onto my abs .

There’s always tomorrow, after the game. She may want to act like we don’t know each other, but that’s not going to happen.

Morning skate goes how it always does before a game. Some drills and running plays before watching some game film to prepare for our opponents then head home to prep for the game before I go to the arena.

As usual, I don’t talk to any of the guys until I’m forced to. I can tell how sick they are of me, and I don’t give a fuck. We’ve also been playing like shit, and I know they blame me. I’m not the only player on the team and they all suck.

Coach has me on the second line tonight with Mann and Jones. Simple enough, they don’t piss me off as much as some of the others. Mann is pretty quiet, and Jones just glares at me.

During our first shift, Mann passes the puck to me as we race into Nashville’s zone, and I’m forced to pass it back when I see one of their players gunning it for me. Mann shoots and scores, getting the first goal of the game.

As we go back to the bench after his celly, he leans toward me, “Good play, Wheeler.”

I nod at him, but don’t say anything. It doesn’t matter anyway. We’re up and that’s all that counts.

Nashville wins the next face off and I’m instantly annoyed again. They keep taking shots and our defense is working hard, but the shift is going on too long and they’re getting tired. I’m getting antsy to get back out there. I see so many openings to steal the puck that aren’t taken, which only makes me even more pissed off.

As soon as there’s a chance for lines to switch, we do and I’m flying back out, immediately checking another player into the boards and then the whistle blows.

“What the fuck?” I shout, slapping my stick against the ice.

“Boarding, two minutes,” the ref calls.

“Fucking bullshit, I barely hit him!”

I’m being directed to the penalty box but refuse to shut up because this is a shit call.

“Are you blind? Because you know that call was complete horse shit.”

“Keep talking and you’ll get another two for unsportsmanlike conduct,” the ref tells me.

“Fucking do it, I’m sure Nashville will suck your dick a little extra to give me two fucking penalties.”

I’m given four minutes for the two penalties. I’m fuming while in the box. Sometimes I wish I could drop gloves with the fucking refs. They can make or break a game and this call was complete bullshit.

The first two minutes were killed off, but of course, they still end up scoring on the power play and I can’t help but slam my stick on the floor screaming, “What the fuck!”

I race out of the box and snatch the puck from Nashville in a move that would make me impressed if it was anyone else. But it’s me, and I know how to play fucking hockey. Suddenly, I’m knocked hard in the shoulder from behind. The hit takes me by surprise so I’m unable to stop myself from flying onto the ice and slamming into the boards. Pain shoots up my shoulder, but I don’t let it hold me back as I shoot up to confront the guy.

“The fuck is your problem?” I shove him as soon as I’m standing.

“You acting like a bitch about an obvious call.” He shoves me back.

“Talk about being a bitch, how about you drop your gloves and I’ll show you who’s the bitch here.”

I shake mine off onto the ice and latch onto his jersey, clocking him in the chin so hard his helmet goes flying instantly.

“Still think I’m a bitch?” I snap, punching him again before he’s able to latch onto my jersey.

We exchange blows, he gets a couple that barely graze me before we’re falling onto the ice, I’m on him raining down hits until I’m pulled off.

“Bin,” the ref barks at both of us.

I taste the tinge of copper on my tongue and lick my bottom lip to find it’s split. Oh well. I don’t get to pick up any of my shit as I’m herded to the penalty box once again. I shake out my sweat slicked hair so it doesn’t stick to my face. Collee skates over to where I’m going to have to spend the next five minutes and hands over my gear .

“You proud of how this game is going for you?” he asks calmly. Or maybe because his voice is so fucking deep, he just always sounds calm.

I want to say something about how I feel like it’s going well trying to get his sister into my bed, but I bite my tongue. I’m keeping that shit to myself a little while longer.

“Yeah, I am,” I say instead.

He looks like he’s about to say something else, and I raise my eyebrow waiting for it. Nothing comes out and he skates away so they can continue the game. I scoff at his back. My knuckles are starting to burn and when I look down, they are split. I stretch my hand out a couple times and rotate my shoulder, wincing at the slight pinch of pain, but shake it off. I grab a rag and start wiping them before putting my gloves back on.

Oh well, I’ll deal with it after the game. Playing with busted knuckles and a sore shoulder isn’t anything new. Every guy knows what it’s like. Play through the pain that’s what I had a coach tell me when I was in high school. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I liked playing through the pain, in fact I think it makes me play even better. Something primal about it and just makes me want to kick ass.

After my penalty is done, I skate to the bench. Coach comes up behind me and leans down and whispers so only I can hear, “Pull one more fucking thing and you’re out.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from snapping something about him begging management to send me somewhere else. Instead, I mumble, “Yes, Coach.”

That’s twice tonight I’ve stopped myself from saying something I know I shouldn’t. That must be a new record for me. I deserve a reward. I know the kind I want. She has long legs, blonde hair, and green eyes that look at me like they want to rip me apart. But she won’t be the one doing that. I want to fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow.

Shit, I shake the thoughts away because getting hard right now is not in the cards. Winning this fucking game is. Though, the rest of these assholes are making that less and less likely.

Fuck this season. Fuck this team. Fuck that game. We lost, yet again. I’m almost forgetting what it feels like to even win. I go through my post-game routine which is to ignore every one of these motherfuckers while I shower and get out of here. Except, when I’m leaving the locker room, I keep an eye out for one particular woman and when I see her, I’m surprised to see she’s alone.

Of course, I take advantage of that, approaching her confidently. “Waiting for me, Princess?”

Her gaze snaps up to mine and narrows. This is my favorite way she looks at me. A little pissed off. A little bitchy.

“Gross. No, I’m waiting for my brother.”

“Where are the others?” She knows who I’m asking about.

“Chandler is on bedrest; Spencer is at home in the zone and Audrey is–why am I telling you this? Get lost.”

I chuckle. “Fine, but only because one fight was enough for me tonight. I don’t need to kick your brother’s ass in front of you yet.”

“More like you don’t need to lose two fights in one night.”

“Did you watch the game? I won that fight, it wasn’t even close.”

She shrugs. Fucking shrugs.

“Baby Collee, you are just asking for a punishment, you know that?”

She gasps almost too quiet for me to hear, and I see the slight tinge of pink that appears on her cheeks.

“Seems like you might like the sound of that,” I taunt.

Brynn opens her mouth to say something, but then her eyes catch on something behind me, and she snaps it shut.

“Why do I always find you talking to my sister?” Collee asks.

“Because she always wants to talk to me when I’m just trying to head home.” I wink at her.

Her eyes roll, and fuck I want to keep track of each time she does that and make sure once I get her in my bed, she gets her ass spanked for every fucking time.

Collee gets in my face, and since he’s only an inch taller than me we’re basically at eye level.

“Leave my fucking sister alone, got it?” he says darkly, and I think it’s as close to pissed off as I’ve seen him .

It makes me smile.

“Aye aye, Captain.”

I push past him, nodding at Brynn as I head out. As soon as I get to my car, I pull out my phone and send her a text before driving home.

Colton: Just wait until big brother finds out his baby sister wants to fuck his big bad teammate.