Page 35 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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F ucking dumbass, thought he could get away with that dirty shit and now we are both out for the remainder of the game. I might get a suspension, but I don’t give a shit. He deserved it, doesn’t matter what team I’m playing on, you don’t touch the fucking goalie.

He’s lucky his stick wasn’t a few inches higher because that would’ve hit Colver in the neck at the right angle. I’m fuming as I rip off my jersey and start taking off my gear while I wait for the game to end.

“Was it worth it?” A familiar feminine voice asks from behind me. I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips at knowing she came down here.

I turn around and my eyes catch on the Dragon logo across her chest on the jersey she’s wearing.

“Turn around, Princess,” I instruct, needing to know if she’s wearing my name on her back .

Brynn folds her arms across her chest, looking annoyed already. “You sure you want to see whose jersey I’m wearing?”

“Better be mine.”

Slowly, she turns around revealing the name and number on her back that aren’t mine. Instead, I’m staring at “Collee 52” across her back.

“Hm,” I hum, removing my shoulder pads so I’m shirtless as she turns back toward me.

“Disappointed?” she sasses.

Pushing off my pants so I’m just in compression shorts as I sit on the bench. “Get over here.”

“I need to get back.”

“Get your ass over here, Baby Collee.”

Brynn walks closer, and I don’t miss the way her eyes track over my chest as she steps up in front of me. I wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs, pulling her down so she straddles my hips, her hands resting on my bare shoulders.

I rub my hands up the sides of her thighs, pushing the jersey up slightly. “The only reason I’m not going to rip this off your body is because it’s your last name. But if it was any other name this would be on the floor, and you would be forced to walk out of here in just your bra or with my name on your back.”

“How generous.” she rolls her eyes, and I’m already so pent up from the fight I feel the need to correct the attitude she’s giving me right now .

Pulling her tighter against me, rubbing her pussy against my cock that’s already wanting to break free of its confines, I say, “I may not do that, but I’m going to fuck you in this jersey. Because if you’re not wearing my name you sure as shit are going to scream it.”

“We’re going to get caught.” She tries to push away from me.

“I don’t give a shit. My teammates can walk in and see me fucking you. That way they can know you’re mine. ”

I see the alarm on her face and the retort on her tongue, unsure if it’s because I actually called the guys my teammates for once, or because I said she’s mine. I don’t give her a chance to say anything else before slamming my mouth onto hers, silencing any questions, comments, or fucking attitude.

My hand slides up to her throat, using my grip to angle her head exactly how I want as I kiss her thoroughly. I want to take my time with her, but she’s not wrong and we’re going to get caught. There were ten minutes left in the period when I got ejected so we have less than that now. And I refuse to let her leave without feeling her sweet cunt.

Reaching my other hand into her waistband I’m immediately met with wetness as soon as my fingers graze her center.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so wet for me. You’re going to take me so well while I fill up this pussy.”

“Better do it quick,” she pants, grinding against my hand, already using me to chase her pleasure. I want her to do the same thing on my dick .

“Pants off, you’re going to ride me,” I say, pushing her off my lap so I can push mine down as well.

She wastes no time, pushing the tight leggings off before climbing back onto my lap. With a grip on her hips, I hold her above my erection, and don’t let her drop down.

Brynn whimpers, trying to fight my hold, but I don’t let her.

“Colton, please, ” she begs, and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head at the sound of her begging. It breaks the last bit of my control as I guide her hips down, her heat wrapping around me, and I can’t help the groan that comes from the back of my throat.

“Fuck baby, do you know how good you feel?” My fingers dig into her hips hard enough I’m sure I’m going to leave bruises, but it just makes her start to move. “Use me to make yourself come; I want to feel your tight pussy strangle my cock.”

“ Yes, ” she cries, throwing her head back, as her hips start to work harder. Bouncing on my lap and grinding against me every time she drops down.

I move one hand up to the back of her head, fisting her blonde hair, pulling it back so she’s arching as she continues to ride me. Moving my thumb to her clit, I rub tight circles the way I know drives her crazy.

“Come for me, Princess.”

I pull on her hair a little more and she moans at the bite of pain, along with the way I’m toying with her clit as she chases her orgasm. I feel her getting close with the way her walls start to grip me. I continue to rub her as she starts to buck against me, losing her rhythm right before I feel her tighten as her pleasure consumes her.

It takes everything in me not to blow, but as soon as she comes down, I stand, holding her against me, setting her on her feet, and guide her to bend over, then end up on all fours on the small bench. I kneel behind her, slamming into her heat.

She cries out, and I bring my hand around to her mouth, muffling her sounds as I snap my hips hard against her. I’m staring right at her back that has the glaring name and number right at me. I grip the jersey in my free hand, bunching it up, using it as leverage to fuck her harder.

I can feel her moans and cries against my hand, but she continues to push back against me with each thrust and I’m fucking possessed with the need to claim her. There’s nothing I want more than for everyone in the fucking arena to know she’s mine. Including her brother.

Which is why I start to fuck her even harder, hitting her as deep as possible with each thrust.

“Come for me again, I need you gripping my cock so tight while I fill you with my cum.”

I think she moans my name against my hand, but I can’t tell.

“Do you want that? Want me to fill up your needy cunt?”

She nods against my hand, and that does it. I slap a hand on her ass, causing her to moan and clench against me. I’m so close I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. Letting go of my grip on her jersey, I reach around to rub her again and she detonates seconds later. I’m not able to hold back any longer, leaning over her back as my own release consumes me.

I don’t even try to stop my own groans as I come deep inside her. The way she’s tightened around me, I couldn’t pull out even if I tried.

Once I come down, I pull out slowly, seeing my cum start to drip out of her, and I can’t help, but push it back in. If this is our secret, and no one else can know she’s mine, I’m going to make sure at least she knows it.

I want to leave with her. I want to make sure she’s okay, but the buzzer goes off signaling the end of the period and it pulls Brynn out of the sex induced haze she was in, and into a panic. Which is obvious with the way her wide eyes swing up to me.

Grabbing her pants, I hand them to her. “Hide in the shower, no one is going back there during intermission.”

I lightly push her in that direction, adjusting my pants back to cover my deflating dick right as the first of the guys enter the locker room. I’m met with a glare from McQuaid, disappointed looks from Mann and Dumont. Captain Collee is who I try to avoid because I just fucked his sister in his jersey while she’s now hiding only a few feet away full of my cum.

Yeah, I don’t need him looking at me right now.

Of course I get reamed by Coach for being ejected, but luckily the intermission goes quickly, and everyone is heading back out onto the ice.

I feel like I’m in the clear, but Collee is the last to leave and before he steps out, he turns toward me. “You may think I’m an idiot, but I know more than you think. Consider that before you try anything else with my sister.”

I don’t know what to say because there’s not a chance he knows she’s hiding in here. He has to be talking about something else, but either way I have nothing to say right now. This isn’t the time to tell him what’s going on, and it really isn’t the time to try and voice my feelings because if I was ever going to do that, I would need to tell her first. And I have no idea where to even begin.

After he leaves, I go to the showers to get Brynn who is dressed, which is slightly disappointing.

“What do you think that means?” she asks, panic evident in her eyes.

I cup her face, brushing my thumbs across her cheeks as I take her in. Something about the way her bright green eyes are looking up at me, and the way she slightly melts into my touch, has me falling even deeper in this moment.

“I don’t know, but everything will be fine,” I try to reassure.

The look she gives me seems like she doesn’t believe me, but I lean down, pressing my lips against hers lightly. When I pull back I just look at her, and don’t miss the way she looks back up at me.

For the first time it seems like I might not be alone in my feelings. But I know that neither of us are going to say anything about it.

“Go back, Princess, I’m sure your friend is worried about you. ”

She chuckles. “I’m not sure worried is what she’s feeling.”

I press another chaste kiss to her lips before sending her out with a pat on her ass. She glances back once before walking out of my eyesight.

Fuck me, I’m so fucking gone for that woman.