Page 30 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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C olton washes my body with a gentleness I didn’t think he could possess.

Except, I’m annoyed because he followed through on his threat and didn’t let me come. My clit is throbbing. I feel so empty, and the repeated orgasm denial has me weak. I want to bitch at him more. Complain about how he used me, but I don’t feel used with the way he washes me.

His rough hands lather me in soap before he takes the shower head, rinsing me off. When I think for a second, he may press it to my clit again as he gets close, he doesn’t. I huff out a frustrated breath and all he does is smirk.

He washes my hair, working the shampoo on my scalp, rinsing it out then applying conditioner, running it through my strands.

We step out of the shower, immediately I’m wrapped in a warm towel. Sending a surprised look up to Colton, I don’t even need to say anything when he shrugs. “Heated towel rack. ”

I roll my eyes at the pretentiousness. Of course it’s nice, but unnecessary when there are people starving out in the world. My annoyance with him not letting me come is replaced with the distaste I always have for him.

Though, for some reason part of me doesn’t want to feel like that. Which is the whole reason I was pushing him away as soon as I woke up.

I enjoyed waking up and having him right there. I liked how it felt. So, I had to remind myself who he is again and that we don’t like anything to do with him.

Even if I ended up enjoying what we did. Everything except the fact that I am uncomfortably desperate for an orgasm that he refused to give me.

I look at my clothes, regretting not bringing something else, but I pull on the sweater dress and forgo the fishnets. Once I’m dressed Colton grips my hips, turning me to face him, sliding a hand to the back of my neck, forcing me to look up at him.

“If I didn’t have to be on the team plane today, I would keep you here with me, bringing you to the edge over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore,” he tells me seriously.

“How sweet,” I say sarcastically.

He drops his forehead to mine. “If you’re a good girl and don’t finish what I started then when I get back, I’ll make you come so many times you pass out from all the pleasure.”

“You’d never know if I did it or not,” I retort .

“Oh, I’ll know. Up to you, Baby Collee.” He drops a quick kiss to my lips. He pushes his tongue in, to tangle with mine, but pulls away almost right away. “Let’s get you home.”

Despite my protesting to taking his motorcycle, I end up on the back of it once again as he drives me back to my apartment. I wanted the distance of a car between us because I’m not liking how jumbled my mind is when it comes to him, and I need to get it back on straight.

Luckily, with him leaving for a week I’ll get the distance I need. I won’t talk to him, won’t think about him. I’ll distract myself with my friends, my niece, maybe with my siblings if any of them would fucking talk to me.

I have enough on my plate to deal with, I won’t think about Colton Wheeler for a single second.

“You really don’t need to walk me to my door, I’ll survive,” I try to tell him as he’s already following me off his bike.

“I want to,” is all he says.

Once we are at my front door, I unlock it and try to rush inside. He grabs my arm, stopping me, turning me so he can press me against the wall next to the door before he kisses the life out of me. His mouth moves against mine. His tongue licks against mine desperately. When we break apart, both panting I don’t even know what to say.

“Talk to you soon, Princess,” are his parting words before walking back to the elevator.

I rush inside, locking the door behind me before pressing my back against it and breathing heavily .

Ellie looks up at me from where she’s perched on the couch.

“Please don’t judge me, I can’t take it,” I tell her. I swear, she rolls her eyes at me before dropping her head to rest on her paws.

I want to scream, but that may not go over well with my neighbors. Instead, I know I need to do something to distract myself and all the thoughts flying around in my brain. Christmas will be here soon, which means I have presents to buy.

Shopping is going to be my solution. Anything to avoid thinking about Colton for the foreseeable future.

Way too much money spent later I have several large shipments on the way from my online spending spree. Evie is going to get spoiled to a point I’m sure Chandler is going to tell me to return most of it. She’ll probably say the same for the things I got for her as well.

I hope I didn’t get Audrey things she already has. Even if I did then, she has two.

Spencer is the hardest person to shop for because she has everything she could ever want or need. Doesn’t matter because I’m always able to surprise her.

I got Brent, Bryson, and Bailey each a few things. Bryson might come visit, but I know Bailey won’t. Which is okay because Brent has a whole storage closet full of presents he got her and Brandon. He would get presents for everyone every year just hoping we would all be together .

He’s never told me that, but I found them when snooping through his house one day. We’ve never talked about it. And likely never will.

After much debate I even got something for Colton, which was only because I saw it and couldn’t help myself. Not because I’m still thinking about him. I just enjoy giving presents to people. I think it’s part of the result from not having anything growing up. I like to spoil those around me now that I’m able to.

Ellie of course is getting an extravagant Christmas as well because there’s no way I could forget about her.

I flop back on my couch looking at the ceiling in the aftermath of my online shopping spree and wish that it made me feel better, but it didn’t. As soon as my mind isn’t distracted, I’m back to thinking about him. And the neediness he left me with by not letting me finish. I could take care of it myself and he’d never know.

Sliding my hand down my chest, I run my fingers across my nipples attempting to tease myself before sliding lower, under the waistband of my panties. Grazing my clit I suck in a sharp breath. Closing my eyes I try to picture someone else touching me. Of course, the only face that comes to the forefront of my mind is that of a big ass hockey player with light brown hair and blue eyes.

“ Naughty little slut touching yourself when I told you not to ,” he says in my fantasy, making me rub my clit harder like he’s here watching me.

I feel the tingling of an orgasm starting, but it feels just out of reach. I slide a finger inside myself and rub harder .

“Tell me you need me, Princess. You need me to make your cunt feel good.”

I refuse for that to be true as I keep rubbing, pumping my finger but it’s not enough. I press another one in and bring my other hand up to play with a nipple as I work myself. The release is dancing right there, I can see it, but as I feel like I’m getting closer it moves further away. It’s right there.

“Admit you need me,” his voice growls.

I scream out in frustration, removing my hands from my body at the realization I can’t fucking do it. It’s like my body won’t let me. It has to be him and that pisses me off even more.

My phone rings and I look over expecting it to be him like he knew what I was trying to do, how it failed, and how he expects to punish me for it. But when I see it’s Bryson it’s like a bucket of cold water was poured over me as I answer.

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask because it’s so rare he actually calls me.

“Yeah, just realized I, uh, never called you back before.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s okay. We missed you for Thanksgiving yesterday.” I pick at a piece of lint on my couch cushion.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Sorry, I was with Emma’s family,” he sounds nervous telling me this.

I perk up. “Who’s Emma?”

“My girlfriend. ”

“You never said you were seeing someone,” I scold.

“Do we all need to update each other when we are dating?”

“I mean, no, I guess not. Just didn’t know.”

“Sorry, she’s great, you’d like her.”

“Are you going to bring her to visit for Christmas?” I ask hopefully.

“Oh, I don’t know if we will make it out there.”

I deflate. “But you haven’t even met your niece yet.”

“I know, I’ll try, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” I know he can hear the doubt in my voice.

“Are you okay?”

I sigh, gnawing on my bottom lip debating if I should say something to him about Colton. He’s my older brother too, and maybe he would talk some sense into the situation since he doesn’t know him, but he knows Brent.

“I’m actually seeing someone too.” I cringe because I don’t think that’s what this is, but I’m not going into more detail.

“Yeah? Who is he?”

“He, uh, hah, well get this,” I hesitate, “he’s one of Brent’s teammates. ”

Bryson is quiet on the other end of the phone, and I want to take it back. Tell him I was kidding or something.

“Does Brent know?” he finally asks, and his voice was so low he actually sounded like our oldest brother for a second.

“Not exactly.”

I don’t know what I expected, but the last thing was for him to laugh. Yet, that’s exactly what happens and not just a little laugh. No, like hysterical, gut clenching laughter. “What I wouldn’t give to see how that goes over when you tell him.”

“If it gets you to come here then maybe I will,” I grumble.

His laughter finally subsides. “Seriously, though, Brent is going to lose his shit.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, okay, thanks for that. It’s nothing serious so he doesn’t need to know.”

“Whatever you say, sis.”

“Have you heard from Bailey?” I ask as a change of subject.

“Just a text once in a while. I doubt she will be around for Christmas either.”

I sigh. “I know.”

“Hey, I’ll try to come visit, okay?”

“Okay.”

We say goodbye after a couple more minutes of general check in and I’m glad he called me, but part of me still feels extra lonely not even knowing my brother was dating someone. Add in the fact that he hasn’t come to meet Evie yet.

I’m hit with a memory that I suppressed like most of my childhood.

“Do you think it’ll always be like this?” I ask Bailey one night as we lay in our shared twin bed.

Brent and Brandon got into it again, but Brandon seemed different. He was talking weird, and he’s lost a lot of weight. He looks like one of those skeleton Halloween decorations.

“No, I think it’ll get better when we are all grown-ups,” Bailey replies softly.

Brent told us he has to go away because he got a hockey contract. I don’t know what that means since he plays hockey here, I don’t know why he has to go away to do that. But he said he will be making money doing it. A lot of money. And will take care of us.

Bryson will help take care of us like Brent has. Which is why he and Brandon had another fight.

Bailey and I tried to hide, but they were so loud, and our trailer is so small, we can’t go far.

“When we are grown-ups can we all be together? I don’t want everyone to leave like Brent is.” My eyes start to fill with tears thinking of our oldest brother having to go away.

“We will. The Collee’s will always stick together, we all help take care of each other,” Bailey says firmly.

I nod, wiping my eyes.

At that moment I believed her. Now, we’re adults and I’ve realized what a fucking lie it was. Of course, at the time I was only eleven and Bailey was thirteen so we didn’t know any better.

Yet, now, the Collee’s are the furthest thing from together and at the end of the day all I want is something I’ve never really had.

A family.

My family.