Page 24 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I feel Colton’s eyes on me constantly. It’s almost like a horror movie where the music is teasing the killer who’s about to jump out at you. But Colton isn’t a killer, just an asshole. An asshole who is too handsome for his own good, and makes my body crave his in a way I’ve never experienced before.

But still, an asshole.

I don’t drink much, but I’m being extra careful tonight because I know how easily I’m willing to give into him sober. I’m scared to see what I would let him get away with when I’m drunk.

“Come on, Cap, one more,” one of their teammates says to Brent when he tries to leave for like the fifth time.

Brent questioned why I was here, of course, but I mostly distracted him with my wit and completely not suspicious response. “Don’t question me, I don’t ask your reasonings for everything.”

“Guys, I really need to get home, you let Dumont leave,” Brent says. McQuaid is still here, but I’m pretty sure he’s distracted sexting Chandler by the look on his face.

“That’s because he was complaining and bitching and I didn’t want to hear it anymore, but you’re our captain,” the same player says, slapping him on the shoulder.

“ One more. Then I’m leaving,” Brent relents right before his teammates throw an arm around his shoulder and usher him over to the bar, leaving me in the booth by myself.

I chuckle into my last drink that I’ve been nursing when a warm body saddles up next to me, and I immediately know who it is based on the woodsy smell and air of jerk that has surrounded me.

“Haven’t seen you show any interest in any other guys tonight, guess you are saving yourself for me. I’m flattered, Princess.”

Rolling my eyes over to him I meet his cocky stare. “And what if I did? You told me to go tease and flirt with whoever I want. What if I did go home with one of them? Would you throw me over your shoulder and beat on your chest like a caveman?” I’m glad the little bit of alcohol has made its way into my system and given me some sort of bravado to say something to him this time. I’m sick of being struck silent.

“Want to try it and see what happens?” Colton taunts.

I narrow my eyes, about to say yes when his hand lands on my thigh, pushing up the fabric of my t-shirt dress just slightly. I went for comfort when I threw on the simple dress and boots that end just above my knee. It’s cold outside, but I ditched my jean jacket because the bar is stifling. Even more so with Colton’s presence.

Now his large, rough hand has taken space on my bare thigh. I want to hate it. I want to push him away, but I don’t. Instead, I finish my watered down drink in a single gulp without my eyes leaving his. That’s when his fingers start moving along my skin, just barely. It’s so subtle I’m not sure if I’m just imagining it.

He leans closer to me, his lips so close to my ear they graze my skin as he speaks, “What about if I made you come right here right now in front of all of these people? Then what would you do?”

“You wouldn’t. Your team is here. My brother is here.”

His hand moves up higher, the tips of his fingers are less than an inch from the hem of my panties. My breath hitches at the slight contact. He really wouldn’t…would he?

“I don’t mind an audience, Princess. And I really don’t care who that audience is.”

I need to stop him. I have to. This is ridiculous, he can’t be serious right now. He can’t–

My thoughts stop as the tip of one of his fingers slides under the hem of my panties and a low groan leaves his lips when I know exactly what he finds. I go to cross my legs to remove his hand, but he stops me by pressing his palm harder against me.

“You’re so wet for me already, Baby Collee. Seems like you enjoy the idea of coming in front of everyone too.” He drops his voice even quieter, speaking against my skin, “Looks like you’re just as sick as I am and don’t care who’s around. ”

I want to tell him he’s wrong, but it’s hard to deny the very obvious reaction my body is giving him right now. How the smallest touch from him is making me feel already. Fuck this guy. And fuck him for how he knows how to work my body.

He moves higher, dipping his finger into my underwear, rubbing along my slit. My hips buck slightly, trying to get him to touch where I really want him to. He chuckles and it makes me want to slap him.

“Such a needy slut for my hand already, aren’t you? Or is it my cock you’re wanting to fill up this desperate pussy?” He pushes a thick finger inside me, and I gasp, reaching out to grab the table in front of us.

My eyes dart around the bar to see if anyone is paying attention to us. I’m sure we’re going to get caught, but then he removes his hand and I take in a deep breath just as I see where the rest of his team is, including Brent. They’re all huddled around the bar and not paying any attention to us or in our direction at all.

I turn to look at Colton, to tell him off once again, but don’t get the chance before I’m lifted off my seat and into his lap, straddling his hips. I try to scramble away, but he keeps me planted with a firm grip on my hips.

“You’re not leaving this fucking spot until you soak my hand with your cum. So, if you want to move then you better do it fast.” He gives me a mischievous look.

“We’re going to get caught you idiot,” I snap, but even I can tell I’m lacking venom in my tone because I’m so unbearably turned on .

Colton looks around for a second before seeing a Dragons hoodie and yanking it over my head. It must be one of the guys’ because it’s huge on me. He scowls at the clothing he just put on my body.

“When we get back to my place, you’re going to pay for having to wear some other guy’s hoodie.”

I go to retort, but his hand is back into my panties, starting to rub at my clit. I moan, falling forward against this chest. I’m already getting overheated from the thick fabric over my body and the hood over my head that obscures me from view. It also hides everything around me from my view, making me almost forget we’re still in public. And that my brother is just across the open space while his teammate is finger fucking me in some booth in the middle of a bar.

I’ve officially lost my mind. I’m no longer Brynn Collee, I’m another person who has taken over my body. That feeling is only intensified as Colton proceeds to push two fingers inside me, I’m so wet there’s hardly any resistance. My hips move against him, grinding myself against his hand and feeling the erection he has no shot of hiding.

“Look at what a dirty little slut you are rubbing yourself against me in public. Such a good fucking girl who wants to come, aren’t you?” he growls, grabbing the back of my neck with his free hand while working me with his other one.

I whimper, dropping my head down so it looks like I’m just some random girl making out with him, but our lips aren’t even touching. I try to keep my movements subtle enough, but it’s driving me insane how badly I want to come. His fingers pump, curling to rub against the sensitive spot inside me while I try to get some friction on my clit.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Princess? Going to come for me just like this.”

Our foreheads are pressed together as I chase the orgasm that’s lingering so close I can almost taste it. I press down harder against his hand, feeling his hard cock rub against me through his slacks as he continues to rub my inner walls.

The loud bar around us seems to fade and suddenly I really don’t care who can see. We may get caught by his teammates, but none of that matters. The only thing that matters to me right now is the release that’s about to consume me.

I’m overheated, overstimulated, but when Colton growls, “Come for me, baby, I want to walk out of here covered in your cum.” I lose it.

Burying my face against his shoulder to muffle the scream I want to let loose as he works me through my orgasm. I faintly hear him say, “this is exactly what I was picturing while I watched you in the shower the other night.”

As soon as the pleasure starts to subside, the fear sinks in. I’m scared to lift my head and see how many people are staring at us. I bet the entire place got silent and they all heard me.

I look up slowly, and I’m able to register the noises around us and that it hasn’t lessened. It’s still loud. I turn toward the bar where I see Colton’s teammates are still enjoying themselves. The only person I don’t see is the one who absolutely can’t catch me in this guy’s lap .

I jump off Colton and adjust my dress, wanting to take off the hoodie because it’s way too hot. But I like that it’s helping me hide.

“He left,” Colton says easily while he adjusts himself before standing up.

“What?” I squeak out. I think the orgasm took my voice along with my rational thought.

“Captain Collee, he left. Didn’t look in this direction. You’re in the clear.” He’s standing now, and I’m just looking up at him struck stupid.

“Come on, Princess.” He stretches out his hand and I take it too easily as he pulls me from my seat.

He yanks the hoodie off me, and I get the chills for absolutely no reason as he tosses it back on the seat of the booth we just desecrated. I want to ask what we are doing, but I’m too spaced out. Which is why I let Colton take hold of my hand, pulling me out of the bar and into his car.

It briefly crosses my mind how easily I’m going with him when I should probably put up some sort of a fight, but I don’t. I just sink into the soft leather seats of his fancy car as he drives us away.