Page 20 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I managed to pull myself together enough to drive home. Once there, Ellie greets me and I swear this cat knows how badly I need her at times. I know I want my best friend more than before, just for the distraction alone, so I text her letting her know I’m home and she can come over.

While waiting for Spencer to get here, I do everything in my power to push the memory of my breakdown out of my mind because that’s not me. No, Brynn Collee doesn’t break down over her shit childhood anymore.

Spencer shows up with her distinct red hair in a bun at the base of her skull and tucked under a baseball cap, a baggie hoodie I assume is Jared’s and some jeans. Luckily, here in Denver she doesn’t have as much of a problem with fans and paparazzi, but you can never be too careful.

She comes in, and we settle on my couch. I tuck my feet underneath me and chew on my bottom lip until I remember how it felt to have Colton’s teeth sinking into it and stop .

“What’s going on?” Spencer asks when I still haven’t said anything.

“I…um…okay, no telling Jared. No telling anyone . I’m calling best friend code on this one.”

“Done. Tell me.” She leans forward slightly, just waiting.

“So…I may have….and I don’t know why…I was just….and then…so I…”

“Brynn, spit it out, that’s not telling me anything.”

“I slept with Colton.” I drop my face into my hands immediately.

The silence is deafening. I just wait for a reaction, but I swear neither of us is even breathing.

“Colton…Wheeler?” she asks cautiously.

I just nod.

“What the fuck?”

“I know! I mean I don’t, he is such an asshole, and this doesn’t change that, it just…happened.”

“Start from the beginning. Now.”

I wince not wanting to tell her about how I willingly met up with him at a bar because I was lonely. I give her the short version and say we just happened to be at the same place when one thing led to another, and we kissed .

“So, what you were drunk and then fucked him?” she asks, like it’s not a big deal.

I shake my head slowly. “Uh, no. That happened a couple weeks ago. The sex happened last night.”

“So…”

I sigh. “He said if he got a hat trick then he was coming over.” I swing my gaze over at her because I’m sure she saw the game and knows how that worked out.

She rolls her lips in between her teeth, and I can tell she’s trying to stifle a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” I scold.

“No, it’s not, but I will admit that was smooth of him.”

“We hate him, Spence, come on.”

She nods. “I know we do, we really do, so then what happened because you didn’t have to let him in.”

“I mean no, I didn’t, but I opened the door to tell him to go away, and he pushed his way inside. Ellie is a traitor, then things just…happened.”

“So, it was your cat’s fault?” she teases.

“Partly, yeah.”

She waits for me to say more, but I don’t.

“And?” she finally prods .

“And what?”

“And how was it?”

“We aren’t talking about that because it doesn’t matter. I told him it was only happening once, and I figured that’s all he wanted, but he texted me today asking if I was ready for him again.”

This time she doesn’t hold back her bark of laughter and I scowl. “Damn, he’s down bad for you, isn’t he?”

“No, he just wants to piss off Brent.”

“And he wants to do that by secretly fucking you?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“Well…yeah, I guess.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you want to continue secretly fucking him?”

I cringe, but don’t say anything. My knee jerk reaction is to say, “fuck no.” But I don’t. I can’t because as much as I hate him, I can’t deny how good everything felt, and there’s no fear of any feelings getting involved. It’s honestly the perfect no strings attached situation since there could never ever be strings. I can hate him and still fuck him.

“Maybe,” I answer finally .

“If it feels good, then why not. I mean you haven’t been with anyone that I know of for a hot minute.”

“I haven’t.”

“So, if it doesn’t hurt anyone, then why not?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re not going to tell me this is a terrible idea?”

She shrugs. “You’re a big girl. You know it’s a terrible idea, but I know you can handle yourself. Plus, he’s persistent and could use you putting him in his place a bit.”

I don’t dare tell her I think I’ll be the one being put in my place if Colton actually backs up the things he said to me last night. Especially about me being submissive.

“Promise you won’t say anything to Jared?” I ask, needing her to confirm.

“Promise, this stays between us completely.”

“Perfect. I also need you to promise that when this all blows up in my face, you’ll be there for me?”

“I’ll always be here for you, just like you’ve always been there for me.”

We link pinkies, sealing the promise. Because no matter what, I know there isn’t a world where this doesn’t completely blow up in my face.