Page 21 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I f I thought it was fun to know what it was like to kiss Brynn behind her brother’s back, it’s nothing compared to knowing how she really tastes. What she looks like when she comes. What she sounds like when I fuck her. Yeah, I’m fucking sick and I don’t even care.

It’s been three weeks since it happened, and she’s been doing everything to avoid me which is starting to piss me off. I like the chase, but I don’t like being ignored. Which is exactly what has been happening. She doesn’t respond to any of my texts, sends my calls to voicemail and the two times I’ve attempted to see her after the games she left before I came out of the locker room. Or maybe she avoided coming to the games altogether, but I wouldn’t know since she’s fucking ignoring me.

It's been tempting to show up at her door, but I don’t need her running away even more. Someone else might be worried about her running to her brother, but that’s not even on my mind because I would love it if she did. I’m still itching to fight that fucker.

We’re about to leave for an away game in Arizona before coming back to face Vegas, then it’s Thanksgiving before we’re back on the road for another week. And I’m running out of patience.

Colton: If you don’t say something to me, I’m going to tell your brother exactly what I plan to do to you when I see you next.

I finish packing my bag for the trip tomorrow and toss it by the front door just as my phone chimes.

Baby Collee: I already told you there will never be a next time.

I smile at the screen.

Colton: Finally done ignoring me, and I told you there will be.

Baby Collee: I’ve been busy. You were beginning to seem desperate. Consider this me throwing you a bone. Go fetch, doggy.

Colton: There’s only one bone around here, and I won’t be the one fetching it.

Colton: How much has your pussy missed me?

Colton: Your cat, I mean, of course.

Baby Collee: She forgot all about you.

Baby Collee: And before you ask, so did the other pussy.

Colton: Perfect, sounds like I need to come over again, then.

Colton: Once we get back from Arizona .

She doesn’t respond, which means she isn’t outright denying me anymore. Just ignoring me. But I’m done waiting to touch her again.

As I’m getting ready for the game, I reach out to Brynn again because something about talking to her can get me riled up in a way that helps my game performance. It might be the sexual frustration, or just the frustration in general. Either way, it works, and I play better with a little motivation.

Colton: You going to be ready for me again tomorrow, Princess?

Baby Collee: Maybe if you get a hat trick again. Or a hat trick each period. That would impress me.

Colton: Nah, that was a one-time deal. Hat trick or not I’ll be seeing you.

Regardless, I’m still trying to get as many goals as possible, but that’s for myself every game, no matter what.

Colton: And when I do. It’ll be you on your knees, naked, waiting for me. I know you want to be a good girl for me.

Baby Collee: In your dreams, Wheeler.

Smirking, I put my phone away. That does it. There’s the motivation. The visual of her doing exactly what I want, on her knees, waiting for me in my bedroom when I get home. I’d take my time before giving her any attention, just letting the anticipation build, not saying anything to acknowledge her in any way. And when I sit on the edge of my bed and tell her to crawl over to me, she will want to fight, but ultimately gives us both what we want. And that’s when she will take my cock out of my pants, parting her plump lips, about to take me in–

“Wheeler, you going to join the team at all?” Captain Collee’s voice obliterates my fantasy about his sister. I can’t help the smile on my face knowing what I do.

“Not like I have a fucking choice,” I mumble before joining the stupid pregame ritual bullshit I’m roped into. I still don’t feel like these guys are my team, they all hate me, and the feeling is mutual. But having this secret over all of them makes it more tolerable.

Except now we are losing once again.

This shit is getting old and when I pass the puck to Jones, his shot goes so wide I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even aiming for the fucking net.

“What the fuck was that?” I yell at him as we skate toward the bench.

“Shitty shot, like you never have those,” he snaps back.

“No, because I’m never aiming for the boards like you just fucking did.”

“Shut up, and lay off,” McQuaid butts in.

“Oh, what? Is he also fucking your girlfriend, so you have to defend him being a shitty player? ”

“Motherfucker,” McQuaid shoves me, and I shove him back, gripping each other’s jerseys. There’s yelling and a whistle as we’re pulled apart at the bench.

“What the fuck?” Coach yells.

“This piece of shit doesn’t even want to be here; you should take him off the lines altogether.” McQuaid shakes his head, fixing his helmet that I fucked up on his head.

“I’m going to lock you all in the fucking rink to work out your issues if you don’t knock it the fuck off.” Coach glares at both of us.

The ref skates over and points to both myself and McQuaid. “Both of you to the box, delay of game.”

“What the fuck?”

“Fucking kidding me!”

We both scream.

“Now, or be ejected,” the ref threatens.

We both skate over to the box. I’m aware this probably has never happened during a game before and part of me is proud of that. The other part is concerned that we may kill each other in the penalty box for two minutes. The moderator is a middle-aged guy that isn’t even six foot, there’s no way he would be able to break up a fight between us.

“You happy about this?” McQuaid spits out as we sit as far apart as we can .

“You didn’t need to get involved, and yet that’s always what you seem to do, isn’t it?”

“You don’t fucking know me. You don’t know any of us and you clearly don’t want to.”

“I don’t. At all. I don’t give a fuck about any of you.”

“Yeah? What about Brent’s sister? You give a fuck about her?”

My eyes shoot up to his and see the smug look he’s giving me.

“I’m not fucking blind, no one is, and you’re obvious as shit that you want her. Terrible fucking idea, but if you want to get murdered that’s on you.” He shrugs like he doesn’t care.

I bite my tongue and I know my lip curls up at what he doesn’t know. The temptation to tell him is so strong, but luckily for both of us the moderator gives us a ten second warning so we both shoot up, putting our helmets back on and get into position to shoot out of the box as soon as the door is opened.

“For someone who thinks I should mind my own business, maybe you should do the same,” is all I say before flying out onto the ice and joining the play. Managing to snag the puck, I’m unguarded as I skate to the other zone, fake out the goalie, shoot and it goes flying into the net.

I drop to my knee, pumping my fist in a celly as I circle around back to the bench. The team bumps my fist as I skate by because that’s what you do, but I can see the look of disdain on all their faces .

Collee is at the end and the first person I have to pass as I go to sit on the bench.

“You may be a decent player, but you need to fix your personality,” he says before jumping onto the ice and getting into place for another play to start.