Page 40 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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T he whole night I’m aware of where Brynn is while keeping my distance. I don’t talk much to anyone, but I’m aware of the looks I’m getting from Collee and McQuaid. Dumont, Colver and Mann are the only ones that don’t seem to have an issue with me at this moment.

It’s a lot with practically the whole team and their wives and girlfriends here, but it’ll only make it easier to sneak off with Brynn later.

She’s been spending most of the night with Spencer, Audrey, and Chandler, and keeping her distance from me. It’s now ten minutes to midnight and that’s about to change because she made a promise and I know she’ll keep her promise.

I finish the last of my one and only beer as my eyes lock on her again. She throws her head back laughing at something that was said and I watch the length of her throat, and even though she’s across the room I can hear her over all the noise. It’s like every part of my body is aware of every part of hers and as I stand here staring at her it hits me harder than any hit I’ve taken on the ice.

I’m so fucking in love with Brynn Collee.

“It’s almost midnight,” someone announces, and everyone migrates toward the large TV where the countdown is about to start.

My eyes don’t leave Brynn as she starts searching for me. The second she sees me I nod my head to the side, signaling her to join me in another area of the house.

I make my way down a hallway where the lights are off, and I lean against the wall as I hear the announcement of the last minute before the new year.

Her silhouette appears and she walks closer. Once she’s within arm’s reach I grab her around the waist, pulling her against me.

“Have you been having a good night, Princess?”

“Yeah, it’s been fun. What about you?”

“Yes, I’ve liked watching you be so happy.”

Thirty seconds.

“You’ve just been watching me? Creepy,” she jokes.

“Not creepy, I just like looking at pretty things.”

“Gee thanks,” she scoffs. “That’s all I am, a pretty thing? ”

I chuckle. “No, but if I told you everything else you were to me, you’d run away.”

Ten seconds.

“Why don’t you try?” she breathes.

“Maybe next year. I have something else I need to do first.”

I turn us around so her back is against the wall, my body hiding hers as I slide my hand up to her throat, resting it there, using my thumb to angle her chin up. It’s so dark, but I can still see her face. So fucking beautiful, her green eyes shining with something as they look up at me and the desperation to tell her my feelings is overwhelming, but instead I hear the countdown hit zero and crash my mouth onto her, showing her everything I’m feeling with my lips on hers.

She gives it back just as she always does, opening her mouth for my tongue to dip in and explore. This kiss is slow, deep and meaningful. Her fists grip my shirt, pulling me to press against her completely. There’s no space between us and I want more like I always do with her. I want to take her into one of these rooms and fuck her, not caring who’s here, who could catch us. I just want her.

I want her today, tomorrow, the next day, next year. I fucking want her. And I kiss her like I’m telling her that.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” a voice sounds from the opening of the hallway.

We break apart quickly, Brynn buries her face in my chest with a gasp, trying to hide .

“Wheeler, what are you–” Dumont starts, and I just look at him, waiting for him to make a scene about who I’m with.

“You going to run and tell?” I snap while Brynn tenses against me.

Dumont shakes his head, looking behind him, probably to see if anyone else is nearby. “No, I saw this coming, and if you’re okay with Collee killing you if he finds out that’s on you.”

“He shouldn’t want to kill me if being together is something we both want,” I argue.

Brynn tenses even more against me. I may be speaking for her, and she doesn’t deny it, because I know deep down she does want me. We may have been playing games around it for a while, but we’re past that now. So beyond past that.

Dumont raises his hands up. “You don’t have to convince me.”

For a brief moment I wonder if he would be helpful whenever we do have to tell Captain Collee, but I know that won’t be tonight and I can already feel Brynn freaking out just like I knew she would.

Dumont walks away and I look down at her once again. “Please don’t run, Baby Collee.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not running.”

We manage to both leave the party separately and without anyone noticing, I left first so she could say goodbye to everyone. I know she won’t be far behind me, so when I get home, I change into some black sweatpants and leave my shirt off. When I’m in my closet I come up with a little plan to have some extra fun with her.

She said she wouldn’t run, but I want to make extra sure she won’t.

She knocks on the front door a half an hour later and that’s another thing I plan to change. So, when I open it, I immediately hold my hand out, “Give me your keys.”

“Why?”

I raise an eyebrow just waiting for her.

“I told you I’m not running.”

I just gesture with my hand for the keys. With an eye roll she slaps her keys into my palm and walks past me. I shut the door behind her, then slide a key to my house onto her keychain before bringing it back to her.

“I believe you.” I hand her keys back to a very confused Brynn.

“What did you do?” she asks, looking at them.

“I added something.”

“That reminds me,” she digs in her jacket pocket, producing a small gift box, handing it to me. I furrow my brows at it.

“What’s that? ”

“Your Christmas present. Just open it.”

When I do I see the pink crown keychain inside and the side of my mouth pulls up in a smile at the item, but don’t say anything, I just look up at her where she’s shifting on her feet.

“It’s just something stupid because you call me Princess,” she shrugs, then looks back down at her own keys and sees the unfamiliar key and looks up with wide eyes. “I hope this isn’t to your house and is to something else.”

“It’s to my house, Princess. I’m not asking you to move in so don’t worry. I wanted you to have it so when I’m on the road and tell you that I want you here, naked when I come home, you will be.”

She raises her chin up. “What makes you think I’ll actually do that for you?”

Closing the distance between us, I grip the hair in the back of her head, forcing her to keep her eyes on me.

“Listen to me, when I tell you I want you waiting for me when I get home, then that’s where you’ll be. If I tell you I want you in my bed you’ll be there. If I want you spread out on my dining table, you’ll be there. I know you want this as badly as I do.” Her breath hitches.

“And what about if I want to find you in certain positions,” she retorts, weakly.

I smirk. “If that’s what you want, I’d do it. But I know you’d rather be my good girl.” I pull her bottom lip down, to prove my point. If she wanted to find me on my knees for her, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat .

“What if I use your key to break in and steal all your stuff,” she sasses.

“Do it, baby. Do whatever you want, but I would give you anything you wanted, no need to steal it.”

“What if I just come in here and destroy your house?”

“Sounds like you want to be punished.”

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth. “Why me, Colton?”

“Why you what?”

“Why do you want me?” She’s asked this before, and my answer was different. Now, there’s so many reasons.

Because you’re the only person that has made me feel something. Because I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Because you make me happy. Because you get me. Because I love you.

I don’t say any of that. Instead, I say, “Because you’re everything.”

She lifts up on her toes and crushes her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her, lifting her up, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist.

“I need you, Colton, please,” she pleads against my lips.

“I know, baby. You have me.”

She kisses me deeply as I carry her up to my room. I grip her ass tightly as she rubs herself against my cock that’s already hard for her and has been all night just waiting until I could have her in my bed.

There’s no part of her that’s holding back right now as her tongue plunges into my mouth. I can feel how desperate she is, but there’s more there. It’s like she’s desperate for more than just sex and if I haven’t made it clear to her yet, I want to give her everything.

We get to my room, and I toss her onto the bed. She yelps when I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge. I pick up the tie I set here earlier and slide it through my hands, looking down at her flushed face. She’s already squirming, trying to rub her thighs together, but can’t since I’m standing between them.

“Wrists, Princess,” I command, and she brings them together in front of her, easily.

I tie the fabric around her wrists, making sure it’s not too tight because I don’t want to leave those kinds of marks on her. If I leave any, I want them to come from my mouth. Or maybe my hand on her ass.

She watches as I bind her hands. “I didn’t take you for someone who wears a pink tie.”

“I’ve never worn this one, but it made me think of you.” I finish the last knot.

“Why’s that?”

I push her hands up above her head, leaning over so my face hovers above hers. “Three reasons. This pink is the exact same shade your ass turns when you take your spankings like a naughty little brat. It’s also the same shade your skin flushes when you come for me like a good girl.”

She gulps. “What’s the third?”

“The painting.”

She looks at me confused, but I don’t want to explain right now, she’ll understand later. Right now, I need to taste her. Sliding down her body, I work her pants off quickly, my patience is nonexistent at this point, and I need her.

Without wasting any more time and without any teasing, I throw her legs over my shoulders and dive into her sweet cunt, licking a long line up her entire slit. She lets out a low moan, her bound hands dropping to my head. I lift up, pushing them back above her head.

“Keep them there, or I’m going to have to tie them to the bed.”’

I dive back down to her sweetness, spreading her lips with my thumbs, zeroing in on her clit and sucking the hard nub into my mouth. She bucks her hips, rubbing herself against my mouth as I eat her. Humming against her as she cries out at the vibration.

Running my hand down to her entrance I push a finger inside her tight heat. “You’re officially my first meal of the new year. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything so sweet. You going to give me your first orgasm of the year, Princess?”

She nods. “Yes, please make me come, I’m so close. I need it, Colton. I need you. ”

“Damn fucking right you do. You need me to make your cunt feel good,” I growl before diving back in, devouring her like I’ll never stop. And fuck if I don’t want to. Part of me wants to bring her to the edge over and over so this never has to stop. The other part of me wants to continue to make her come until she physically can’t take it anymore.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I make sure she’s not going anywhere. Especially as her orgasm starts to build, hips bucking up against me as she cries out, “More.”

And what my girl wants, my girl gets. Which is why I latch onto her clit, flicking my tongue in the rhythm she craves. I continue to pump my finger as she starts to soak my hand, and when I push another finger at her back entrance, without pushing in she goes off.

Her orgasm has her trying to kick me away, to slide up the bed and get away, but I won’t let her. I hold her down with a hand on her lower stomach as I continue to work her through her release.

“Too much, I can’t, no more,” she complains, but I don’t let up.

“Aw, you wanted more, but you can’t handle it?” I pull my finger from her pussy, and lick her orgasm off them, needing more of her taste.

“I just need a second,” she breathes.

I chuckle, “No.”

Diving back in, I don’t let her get a break as I work to bring her to another orgasm. She’s screaming, bucking, and squeezing my head between her thighs, but she doesn’t move her hands from where they’re resting above her head.

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I groan against her.

I reach down to palm my dick because it’s painfully hard and I can’t wait to fuck her, but not yet. She must notice because I hear her taunt, “Aw, you need your cock touched? Now who’s needy.”

I bite the inside of her thigh and she screeches.

“Want to give me more attitude? I won’t leave this spot for the rest of the fucking night, but you won’t get to come again. I’ll bring you to the edge all night, baby, don’t tempt me.”

“You wouldn’t,” she challenges.

I rise up, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You want to test that?”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and doesn’t say anything.

“Go ahead, say one more thing and see what happens.”

I see her think about it, then shake her head slowly.

“Are you going to let me finish my meal then?” I ask.

She nods.

“Then are you going to let me fuck this perfect little pussy? ”

She nods again.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

As soon I have my face between her thighs again, I fuck her with my tongue while rubbing her clit with my thumb, lapping up all her wetness that’s dripping out of her and I greedily lick every sweet drop I can.

“You’re making such a mess on my bed, Princess. How about you show me how well you can soak the whole fucking thing.”

I work her harder, the wet noises filling the room mixing with my groans and her cries as I push two fingers inside her while she grips them tightly before a gush floods my hand as she comes for me.

“Fuck, that’s so pretty,” I groan, cleaning up the mess she made with my tongue.

“Colton, please,” she gasps.

“Please, what? I need your words.”

“Please fuck me. I want your cock.”

I climb up her body, my lips ghosting over hers. “It’s yours. Take it.”

She brings her bound hands down and I smirk at her silent request.

“You don’t need your hands to take what you want, Princess.”

Her lips quirk to the side before she pushes at my chest and I go easily, laying on my back as she throws her leg over me. She rests her bare, hot, soaked pussy on my chest while bracing her hands on me. She rocks slightly, rubbing herself against my abs and I grab her thighs.

“Tell me something, Princess.” I run my rough hands against her soft thighs, pushing her shirt up her hips.

“Hm?” she hums.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

She stops moving, darting her eyes to mine in fear, which makes me hold her harder.

I repeat, “Tell me you’re mine, for real. I don’t want anyone else, and I don’t care what happens with your brother. I fucking want you and I know you want me.”

She stares at me, and when she opens her mouth it’s not what I was expecting. “Untie my hands.”

My shoulders drop slightly. This is it. The fun is over, and I ruined it by pushing too hard. I’m not going to force her to stay and I’m not going to pretend this is all I want from her anymore. So, I do what she asks. Gently, I take her wrists in my hands and undo the tie around them.

Once she’s free I expect her to jump up, get her pants on, walk out, and not look back.

That’s not what happens. As soon as she’s free, her hands grab my face, and she kisses me. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if this is a goodbye kiss, but when she opens for my tongue and lets me deepen it, nipping at my bottom lip, I realize that it’s the opposite.

Wrapping my arm around her back, I sit up, holding her against me as our lips move against each other. I feel her through my sweatpants, my cock screaming at me to fuck her right now, but just holding and kissing her, knowing she’s mine feels better than anything else could. Even an orgasm. Which is how I know I’m way too gone for her.

She rests her forehead against mine, and whispers two words almost too quietly for me to hear, “I’m yours.”

I crush our mouths together again in a frenzy, flipping us over again so I’m hovering over her. I need to feel every inch of her. I need to fuck her as mine. I need to feel her as mine.

My Princess.

My Brynn.

My fucking everything.

I pull off her shirt, my lips immediately latching onto a nipple, sucking it into my mouth as she moans, pushing her hands through my hair. Her nails scratch at my scalp as I take a long hard pull on her nipple before releasing it and moving to the other one to do the same.

Brynn pulls harder on my hair, so I’m forced to look at her. “Please stop teasing me, I need you.”

“So nice to me tonight saying please and using your words.”

She lets out a small whimper with her nod .

I flip our positions again so she’s on her back and I stand so I can easily shed my pants. As soon as my cock is free of its confines, I can’t help but run my hand along my length. As I do, Brynn watches the movement, running her tongue along her lower lip.

“You told me to fuck you, but you didn’t say where.”

“Anywhere.” She rubs her thighs together.

“So, I could fuck your mouth if I wanted?”

She nods.

“And your needy little pussy?”

“Mhm.”

“What about your perfect ass?”

That one makes her hesitate before she responds, “I’ve never…I don’t know…you’re so big.”

I can’t help but smirk. “I know, baby. You can say no. Everything we do is for you.”

Her knees part and fall to the side. “I’m yours. I trust you to take care of me.”

Fuck me, if I didn’t already love this girl, that would have done it.

“That’s my girl, get over here and get me nice and wet for you then. Make it sloppy. ”

She grins, quickly crawling over to the edge of the bed, fisting me, looking up through her eyelashes as she lets her saliva pool in her mouth then lets it fall onto me. I have to stop my eyes from rolling back, and she doesn’t waste any more time before her mouth is on me, taking me as deep as she can.

She gags around me, and I run my hand through her hair. “Breathe through it, baby, you’re doing so good.”

Brynn relaxes under my touch and words, pulling back before trying again, relaxing her throat to take me further. When she hollows her cheeks and sucks, I almost lose it, my grip tightens on her hair. “Fuck, that’s too good.”

She hums at the praise, doubling down her efforts, bobbing her head, teasing the underside with her tongue and when she brings a hand to my balls, tugging slightly, I have to pull her off and crash our lips together. It’s messy from her drool as I devour her swollen lips. It’s dirty and chaotic. Just like us.

I need to get inside her, she was going to make me come and it’s going to be a fucking miracle if I hold off much longer, but I have to. Pushing her back, I move her body so she’s on her stomach and like the perfect girl she is for me, she moves to her knees and arches her back.

With a grip on her hips, I angle against her entrance and push inside, our moans mingle as I fill her completely. Solidifying how mine she is. I grab her arms, banding them behind her, using the leverage to pull her against me with each thrust.

“You take my cock like it was made for you, Princess,” I groan .

“Feels so good, Colton, ah ,” she tries to scream into the mattress, but I keep her lifted with my grip so I can hear it.

“Are you close again? You going to come all over my dick and show me what a needy slut I have below me?”

“Yes, harder,” she cries.

And because I’ll give her anything she wants, I do what she says, fucking her harder, our skin slapping together with each punishing thrust. I feel her tighten around me as she gets closer. I can read her body and I know how to send her over the edge, I drop my grip on her arms, leaning over to rub her clit in tight circles.

She squeezes me tighter than a fucking vice as she comes again, and I somehow manage to hold my own release back. When I pull out of her, I groan at the sight of my soaked dick, I swipe some of it onto my finger, rubbing against her ass and she jolts as I press the tip of my finger inside.

“This okay? Tell me to stop if it’s too much, understand?” I tell her seriously.

“I told you, I trust you,” she breathes, and I feel her relax, so I’m able to push my finger in past the first ring of muscle.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

Even though she soaked me, I’m not going to risk hurting her, so removing my hand I go to my nightstand to get the small bottle of lube and coat my dick with it. I climb back on the bed, shifting Brynn up so I have plenty of room to kneel behind her as I drip the liquid onto her backside, rubbing it between her cheeks and working the same finger inside her once again, easier this time.

I join a second finger, working to prep her, but thrusting them and spreading them slightly. Her soft whimpers turn into moans, and she starts to back up onto my hand.

“Does my greedy slut want my cock in her ass? You’re pushing it against me like you’re dying to be filled by me.”

“Yes,” she sighs. Her willingness, her fucking trust, means more to me than anything.

“You think you’re ready?” I ask, working a third finger in.

Nodding, she says, “Yes, please, I want to feel you.”

Fuck I love this woman. Removing my fingers, I coat more lube on myself just to make sure. When I press the tip to her tight hole she tenses again.

“You’re going to have to let me in, baby.” I run my hand up her back to try and help her relax.

She does, letting me sink in just an inch and my vision blurs at the tightness. I don’t even know if I’m going to push all the way in before coming with how tight she is. Her knuckles are white from her grip on the sheets.

“Are you okay? I need to know you can handle it,” I check in. She may like to be degraded, but I would rather chop my dick off than hurt her.

She turns her head to the side, her hair is a tangled mess around her. “Keep going. ”

I push in a little further and she whimpers into the bed but relaxes again and I’m able to push in more.

“That’s it, fuck, you’re doing so good. You love this, don’t you? Such a good. Fucking. Girl.” I push in further, and before I get the chance to compose myself, she pushes back all the way so I’m fully seated in her ass.

Our moans fill my bedroom and I grab her hair, turning her head so I can lean down to seal our mouths together, needing the connection to her.

She gives me exactly what I need with her mouth opening against mine, tongue sweeping against mine as I thrust slowly against her.

“Colton,” she moans against my lips.

“Yeah, Princess?”

She looks like she’s going to say something else, but instead says, “More.”

I need to see her better than this. I need her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dazed eyes. Pulling out carefully she makes a noise of protest, but I flip her onto her back, settling between her legs, and push back into her ass. She arches her back at the new angle adjusting once again. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her legs wrap around my thighs, pushing me.

I pick up the pace of my thrusts slightly, but make sure I’m not hurting her. When her moans start to get louder, I reach between us to rub her sensitive clit once again, and when I can tell she’s almost there, I push a finger inside her soaked pussy which sends her over the edge instantly.

Not able to hold back anymore, I follow behind with a loud groan, shooting ropes of cum that seem to go on forever. I barely catch myself from crushing her with my weight as I come down from the release.

When our eyes lock onto each other, I see my feelings reflected in her green irises. Neither of us say anything, we don’t have to.

Even when I take her limp body into my bathroom, and we get in the shower together we both remain silent. I make sure to wash her thoroughly, taking care of every inch of her body before we get out, dry off, and climb back into my bed, not bothering to put any clothes on.

She doesn’t fight my hold on her as I press our bodies together. The silence isn’t awkward between us, it’s full of everything neither of us will dare say, but it’s okay. Because enough was said tonight. She’s mine and nothing can change that, I won’t let it.