Page 38 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I wake up in the same place I fell asleep, which is wrapped around Brynn’s naked body. Burying my nose into her hair I take in everything about her. How she feels pressed against me, how she smells like her shampoo with the mix of sex and me. I can’t help but rub my already hard dick against her ass. She makes a soft noise, and I’m not sure if she’s awake or not, but she moves herself against me in response.

“You awake, Princess?” I ask quietly against her hair.

“Mm,” she hums, circling her ass again.

“You may want to answer me, because if you keep rubbing your ass against me, I’ll think you want me to fuck it.”

That gets her attention, she rolls onto her back, her exposed breasts tempt me to suck on her peaked nipples. But the way she’s looking at me makes me want to just be with her, and stare. We’ve been fucking for weeks, and I’ll never get sick of it, but this is one of the only times I’ve gotten to just look at her. Unguarded. Glowing and so fucking beautiful.

“What?” She shifts slightly as if she’s uncomfortable.

“Just looking at you,” I tell her honestly, which only makes her narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Her jaw drops slightly before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. I can’t help but continue the honesty with her, taking it even further because for the first time in my life I’m wanting more with someone. I’m wanting more with her .

Brushing my fingers along her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear then moving further to the back of her head, gripping her soft strands before dipping my mouth down to hers. I brush a gentle kiss to her lips.

“You remember that picture you found in my house?” I whisper.

Nodding, she places her hand on my chest, “Yes, but you don’t have to talk about it. It’s fine.”

I take her hand in my own. “I want to.”

She swallows roughly, and I give her hand a squeeze. “But I need you to have some clothes on because you’re too fucking tempting lying next to me with your sweet pussy so close.”

Chuckling, she rolls her eyes and moves to get off the bed. I watch her bare back as she stretches her arms up and continue to watch as she gets up and goes to her dresser to grab clothes. I can’t help but think about how my cum is still inside her and how I want nothing more than to fill her up again.

But this is more important. She needs to know everything if there’s any chance of this becoming more than just sex. I want her to know me. Then, maybe she‘ll let me know more of her as well.

She’s in an oversized hoodie, some cotton shorts, and fuzzy socks as she curls up on her living room couch. I threw on my t-shirt and boxers to join her. I can see her nerves written all over her face, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s afraid of how I’ll react considering what happened when I found her looking at the picture of Josh and me. I never react well when people learn about him. I’m protective of him, even now, and I never know how to talk about him.

Brynn wraps her arms around her legs that are up by her chest, and she waits for me to talk.

I sigh. “Josh is my younger brother,” my mouth already feels dry, “he died when he was ten.”

She hugs her legs tighter, and I already see the pain on her face. “What happened?” her voice cracks.

Running my hand through my hair as I prepare to tell a story I have never told anyone before.

“He was born with a heart defect that required him to have surgery right after he was born. It was a success at the time and growing up he got to have a normal life. We would play hockey, though my parents didn’t like it because it was too dangerous for him according to them. I was four years older, and never played too rough, but I also never let him win.” I smile at the memories of us playing together.

“When he was nine, it got worse. He needed a transplant and was put on the list and would always say he would get his new heart. We talked about all the things we could do with his new heart. Even as he grew weaker, he was so determined to get that heart.” I shake my head. “He didn’t get one. His heart grew weaker until it just couldn’t handle it anymore and he had to let go.”

Brynn’s eyes are filled with tears that match my own. I want to pull her into my arms and hold her, but I need to finish first.

“He told me to live for him. Those were the last words he said to me, and it’s something I promised I would do. That’s why I have the words tattooed over my heart, a constant reminder of that promise.”

Tears fell down her cheeks, and I pulled her into my lap because mine are about to do the same and I want her as close as possible to me. She doesn’t fight it, instead, she wraps her arms around my neck as she melts into me, and she cries against my shoulder.

I don’t fight my own tears as they fall like I usually do, because right now my main concern is comforting her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“No need for you to be sorry,” I tell her.

She pulls back, wiping her eyes as she looks at me. The green irises seem so much brighter from her tears, and I can’t help but wipe the wet remnants of her grief for me from under her eyes .

“I lost my brother too,” she whispers so softly, almost like she doesn’t want me to hear her.

“What?”

“Three years ago. My older brother.”

“I thought it was just Brent and you?”

She shakes her head. “No. We have two other brothers and a sister. Well, I guess we had two other brothers. Bryson, Brandon, and Bailey.”

“Why do you all have B names?”

That makes her chuckle lightly, “Not sure, my parents were always drunk or high so I’m sure it had something to do with that.”

Her statement surprises me. I figured the Collees came from privilege like a lot of us have. My parents may have neglected me after Josh was gone, too lost in their own grief it’s like they forgot I even existed. But there’s no denying I had access to anything and everything I wanted and needed.

“What happened?” I ask, brushing her hair behind her shoulder, gripping the back of her neck and rubbing gently.

“Brandon always struggled with things. Brent practically raised us because he’s the oldest, but those two were only two years apart and never got along. I don’t know when Brandon turned to drugs exactly, but I know he never turned back.” She’s crying again and I wipe the tears streaming down her face because I want to just take all her pain away .

“I tried to help, I wanted to help so badly. I wanted Brent to help. I know he did what he could, but I just wish there was something that could have saved him.”

Her sobs start and I pull her closer, burying her head in my shoulder, just holding her as she cries. I may have wanted there to be more for Josh, the anger I had about him not getting a heart in time has consumed me before, but at the end of the day I know there was nothing we could do. I can’t imagine how she feels thinking maybe her brother could have been helped.

“Addiction is a disease, baby, an awful disease and there’s nothing you could have done if he wasn’t going to put in the work,” I try to soothe her.

“I know, I just,” she takes a shaky breath, burying her head tighter against me. “I want a real family.”

Her words are like a dagger to my chest. I lost my family the day I lost my brother, and there have been times I wished for the same thing, but I can tell it’s not in the same way as Brynn. I don’t think she’s ever had the family she wants.

“You do. You have your siblings. You have Chandler and your friends. That counts as family.”

She shakes her head. “No. I don’t have my siblings. I have Brent, yeah, but Bryson barely talks to me, he is so focused on his own life, acting like he’s having fun partying and doing things I don’t even want to know about. Bailey doesn’t talk to any of us anymore. She used to, but it became less and less and now I feel like she’s doing everything she can to distance herself from all of us to forget we even exist. I know I have my friends, but it’s not the same. I,” she sighs. “I don’t want to be so broken. ”

“You’re not broken. You could never be broken,” I tell her seriously.

My words only make her cry harder, and all I can do is hold her.

When her crying slows, I hear her soft voice speak almost too quiet for me to hear, “You’re not who I thought you were.”

I don’t have it in me to tell her, that’s not true. I’m exactly who she thought I was, but because of her that’s changing because now I want to be a man who actually deserves her. The only man that deserves her.