Page 22 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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“ W hat do you think that was about?” Chandler asks quietly as Evie sleeps on her while we watch the game on an extremely low volume.

I shrug. “Colton probably made some dickhead comment.”

Chandler’s eyes swing over to me. “And how’s that going?”

My heart rate kicks up before I remember that she doesn’t know about anything happening.

“The same, annoying and I’m ignoring him.” After I let him fuck me into oblivion.

“You really don’t want to give it a try just once?” Audrey asks from the other side of me.

Just once. Those words are haunting me and have been for the last three weeks. I keep trying to convince both of us that’s all that was going to be, but he’s determined and I’m losing my resolve. I really have been busy preparing for the holidays, making sure everyone involved in Spencer’s professional life is appeased for now until after the first of the year so I can enjoy some peace.

Not like I have some special family plans or anything.

I don’t even know if Bryson is going to join us this year.

I’m sure Bailey won’t.

“No, I don’t,” I finally say, shaking my head.

Spencer is curled up in a chair across the room and I’m impressed her face doesn’t give anything away when I look over at her. She just gives me a small smile but doesn’t say anything.

Somehow, the guys end up winning by one when Brent scores a goal within the last ten seconds of the game, avoiding overtime and securing one of their rare wins this season. We celebrate quietly, but Evie wakes up anyway, though she’s such a good baby she hardly cries and just whines a little, which Chandler says is because she needs food.

We all take that as our cue to head out and go home.

Ellie greets me as soon as I get home and immediately goes to her food bowl, silently begging me to fill it. The sound of her quiet crunches are the only noise in the small apartment as I turn on the shower right before my phone rings.

I look down and groan. I don’t know who I expected, truly anyone calling me is a shock. But the fact that it’s Colton isn’t entirely surprising since he’s tried a couple of times while I’ve been ignoring him, and I always send it to voicemail .

Though, I am curious about what happened with Matt tonight and that’s the excuse I give myself as to why I answer this time.

"Hey Baby Collee,” his deep voice greets, and I’m instantly reminded of that same voice saying dirty things while deep inside me.

“What do you want?” I ask to avoid thinking of the thoughts that should fill me with shame, but just end up turning me on.

“To talk to you, know what you’re doing, making sure you’re thinking of me.”

“Whatever, about to take a shower, and nope.”

I hear his voice perk up a bit when he says, “A shower? Show me.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Come on, you’ve been ignoring me and if I was in Denver I’d already be inside you again, so this will just have to do for now.”

“You’re gross.”

“You don’t believe that.”

I should hang up. I know that, but that damn little part of me that likes the attention he’s giving me is stopping me. I’ve been able to suppress it while avoiding him, but with his voice in my ear, reminding me of us together, I can’t. How it could happen again. How I could have a little fun with him …

“Tell me something first,” I blurt.

“What do you want to know?”

“What happened with Matt during the game?”

He doesn’t answer right away and I’m curious if I finally found a way to shut him up.

“I was annoyed with Jones missing a clear shot and was laying into him when McQuaid decided to stick his nose in it.” He still sounds a little irritated and I don’t know why I feel like he’s not telling me the full story, but I accept it for now.

“Fine,” I say softly. “On one condition.”

I hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. “Anything.”

“You don’t talk. Only watch.” I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I can’t believe any of this. Someone give me a lobotomy, I’ve lost it.

“I’ll agree to that with a condition of my own,” he concedes.

“What?”

“When I get back, you do what I want.”

I groan inwardly, throwing my head back, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, and already knowing I’m going to regret the words that are about to come out of my mouth, but unable to stop them anyway.

“Fine. Your no talking starts now. ”

My phone alerts that he’s trying to switch to a video call and with one more deep breath I answer. Knowing this is a mistake, knowing agreeing to what I just did was probably a bigger mistake. Yet, never being so turned on in my life and liking the idea of having his eyes on me, unable to say anything to me and getting to tease him however I want.

Yeah, this might be kind of fun.

It makes me think of how Audrey does this for a living, but for more than just one person at a time. I know how she and Charlie really met, and I wonder if this is how it felt, except they didn’t know who the other person was.

There’s something sexy about it, a power I’ve never felt before as I set my phone on the counter and watch his eyes as they take me in. His bare chest rising and falling with deep breaths as I try not to drool over the cut muscles I can see.

His shaggy hair looks like it did the night we fucked when I messed it up with my hands, his eyes are dark with desire as he watches me.

The bathroom is already steaming from the hot water. I’m too busy staring at Colton when I notice he raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to start to say something, but I stop him.

“No. Talking.”

He smiles widely, but does what I say which I didn’t really expect from him. I set my phone on the counter, the shower in view, the glass is frosted so his visibility is going to be obstructed, just like I prefer.

I step away from my phone to feel the water temperature to make sure it’s not too hot, after a slight adjustment I step back and start removing my clothes. My back to my phone. Colton clears his throat and I turn to look over my bare shoulder to glare at him.

He gestures for me to turn around.

“No giving instructions of any kind,” I tell him.

“That wasn’t the rule, Princess.”

“You suck at following them anyway apparently. I’m hanging up.” I stride forward with my arm banded around my chest.

“No, I’m done. I’ll behave.” The smile he sends my way makes me believe it’s yet another lie, but I’m just going to pretend like he’s not here.

Which is what I do as I finish stripping off my clothes, still keeping my back to him. I think I hear him make some frustrated noises, but I don’t acknowledge it. He gets a side view as I step into the shower before my body is distorted to his view. And same with mine because I can’t see my phone from here either.

Closing my eyes I rinse my hair and can’t deny the heady feeling of doing this with him. I’ve never done anything like this before and it being with someone so forbidden is adding to the moment in a way I would’ve never expected.

Which is why when my hand finds its way between my legs, feeling how wet I am, I let out a loud moan as my fingers press against my clit. He may not be able to see me, but I know he can hear me .

I rub a couple circles over the bundle of nerves, not trying to bite back any of my sounds. I think I hear a faint “fuck” come from him, but it only adds to the feeling I have building. My mind wanders to how he’s reacting. Is he touching himself? I imagine what he looks like with his hands stroking that thick cock. The way his muscles would look bunching as he pumps himself all because of me.

The fantasy morphs to how it felt when we slept together, like it does even when I try to prevent it. I just can’t. I continue to rub myself thinking of how it felt when it was his mouth on me. And now I know he’s watching but can’t see much. I lean forward to press my chest against the glass which I know makes it so he can see my nipples a bit clearer. He may say something else, but my orgasm is too close for me to focus on anything that isn’t the pleasure that’s about to consume me.

“ Ah , oh God, yes ,” I moan, pushing a finger inside myself that doesn’t even come close to comparing how it felt to have him inside me. I bite back moaning his name because the tiny bit of self-preservation I have makes sure I don’t give him that.

I could be fantasizing about anyone else right now.

My orgasm hits me hard and fast as I gasp out as the sensation takes over my body. I place my hand on the glass to help support myself as my knees wobble from the onslaught of pleasure.

When I’m able to compose myself, I end up rushing through the rest of my shower and convince myself Colton won’t still be on FaceTime.

After I’ve finished, I grab my towel and wrap it around myself before stepping out. My eyes zero in on my phone screen instantly. It’s fogged a bit with condensation, but I can see him still there, staring and smirking that infuriating smirk.

“Satisfied?” I ask with an impressively level tone.

“Not even a little bit. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up before I can say anything else.

I’m standing here in my steamed-up bathroom with the worry about what I may have just started.