Page 46 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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B y some fucking miracle I’m not on suspension or anything. I have a feeling Collee sucked someone’s dick to get us off the hook, but we both have to attend this team mediation shit. The last thing I want to do is sit in a room with him and “work out our issues.” My issue is I’m in love with his sister, she wants nothing to do with me and he hates me.

End of story.

It’s like how it was when I first got traded when I showed up for the game. Keeping my headphones in, pump up music blasting as I change into my gear. Even when I’m forced to take them out, I avoid looking at Collee, not for any reason other than if I do I think I might beg him to talk to Brynn about taking me back.

And I’m not about to beg that fucker for anything. My lip re-split during our fight, I got another cut on my eyebrow along with a fat black eye. I’m sure people are going to wonder what happened to me once they see me out on the ice, but none of us are talking about it .

On the way out onto the ice I’m tempted to ask Mann or Colver if Brynn is here because I’m sure they would know and there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to ask Collee, Dumont, or McQuaid.

I decide against it by the time my skates hit the ice. If I know she’s here I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself from leaving the game to run up and see her. And if she’s not it’ll fuck with my head too much.

After warmups, we head back into the locker room and my eyes catch on Collee for a second where I catch the shiner I gave him. I didn’t think any of my punches actually landed, but I guess one did.

I expect him to go off on me again, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t exactly smile either, but he also doesn’t look like he wants to tear my limbs off anymore.

Progress, I guess.

The game goes surprisingly well for how much shit has been happening behind the scenes. We are even able to pull out a solid win four-to-one. It almost helps lift my mood. Almost.

Back in the locker room the guys are excited and I’m shocked when Dumont pats my shoulder. “You coming out to celebrate with us?”

“Nah, I’m beat,” I answer easily. I’d rather not get caught up in any other drama if some puck bunny decides to test the waters with me and it gets back to Brynn before I get the chance to talk to her again .

“Good choice, you should probably go home,” Colver adds. I looked over at him, confused why he would say that. He sends a wink in my direction, but I have no idea what for.

“Uh, yeah, I need some fucking sleep.” I shake off the weird interaction and focus on getting out of here.

Just like I have every home game, I check to see if Brynn is waiting in the hallway with her friends. Just like every other game she’s not there.

By the time I get home I wonder if I should have gone to her apartment, knocked on her door until she answered. Refused to leave until she would talk to me. But I can’t. She said I was pushy before. I can’t do that to her again. She has to want me too.

Entering my dark house, I notice the light to the hallway leading to my room is on and I’m confused because I always turn all the lights off. Unless I actually forgot, which is unusual but possible.

I walk that direction, and my eyes catch on the painting hung up in the living room, there’s something hanging from the frame with an envelope on it. As I get closer, I see it’s a jersey. Taking it down, I see the familiar Dragons logo, and on the back, it has “Collee 52.” My heart rate immediately kicks up at the sight. And I remember the last time I saw this jersey was when she was wearing it while I fucked her in the locker room.

Brynn was here.

I opened the envelope to see her handwritten note.

Come find me .

I feel like I can’t breathe. She’s here. And she’s clearly not hiding very well if the light leading to my room is any indication.

But I don’t care. I just want to see her. Which is why I rush that way, still gripping the note and jersey as I bust open the door and am met with the greatest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. Brynn is kneeling in the middle of the rug, her long blonde hair falling around her shoulders partially covering the Dragon logo on the jersey she has on that’s way too big for her frame. Her hands rest on her thighs and she’s looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Hi,” she greets softly because I haven’t been able to say anything.

Instead of trying, I drop the things in my hands and rush over to her, lifting her into my arms immediately. Holding her tightly against me. I take everything in. Her floral scent, the way she fits so perfectly in my arms, the little sigh she lets out as soon as we make contact.

She pulls back slightly, and I see the sheen of tears in her eyes, cupping her face, I use my thumb to wipe the first one that falls immediately.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve listened to you. I believe you; I was just scared. I shouldn’t have let you leave, Colton I’m so sor–”

“Hey,” I cut her off. “You don’t need to apologize. We were both scared, and I get it. You don’t have to be sorry, I wasn’t going to push you anymore, but fuck, I missed you so much you have no idea.”

“I missed you too,” she says as another tear falls .

“I want to make one thing clear to you that I should’ve said already. I should’ve told you the first time I realized it. But I fucking love you, Brynn Collee. You are and always will be everything to me. I am so fucking in love with you,” I confess.

“I love you too,” she whispers, and I can’t wait any longer, brushing my mouth onto hers. Kissing her like she’s the air I need to breathe because at this moment she is.

She opens immediately letting my tongue dip into her mouth as we sink into each other. I pull back before I really want to, and she whimpers at the loss.

“Thought I told you; I gave you that key so you could be kneeling naked in my room.” I make it a point to look her up and down at her very not naked body.

“If I was naked, you would’ve been too distracted to talk to me,” she scoffs. “Plus, I thought you’d like this too.”

Backing out of my arms, I reluctantly let her put the space between us. When she turns around and I see “Wheeler 24” across her back I can’t help but tug her back into me, taking her mouth in another desperate kiss. Knowing she’s in my jersey for the first time, here in my house, and is my girl, has me needing her right this second.

But in my way.

My hand collars her throat, angling her head so I can kiss her deeper. She mewls into my mouth as her hands grip my button down tightly. I slide my fingers to the back of her head, tangling them into her soft hair and yanking hard so our mouths part. Hers dropped open on a gasp as she looked up at me. Lips red and puffy from mine and I want to bite them. And I will .

“On your knees again,” I growl.

She listens immediately, dropping back down onto the floor in front of me. Sliding my fingers through the hair on the top of her head, she leans into my touch before I drop it. Unbuttoning my shirt as I make my way to the end of my bed. Pushing open my shirt, and unbuckling my belt, I sit on the edge of my mattress.

“Crawl to me, Princess,” I command.

Moving onto her hands and knees, she does what I say, crawling across the room until she’s kneeling between my spread legs.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I ask.

She nods. “Only for you.”

“Fuck yeah,” I practically groan. “Did you miss my cock, baby?”

She lets out a little squeak. “Yes.”

“My girl is desperate to be fucked like the little cumslut she is?”

I see the way her thighs squeeze together. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir?”

Oh fuck. She’s never said that to me before and I could get used to it. I fucking need her.

“Stand up and get naked,” I command.

Wasting no time, she scrambles to her feet and takes off my jersey and then her pants. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I groan at the sight of her. I’ve missed every single piece of her, and knowing this sexy as shit woman in front of me is mine has my already hard dick ready to punch a hole through my pants.

Crooking my finger to her I say, “Get your ass over here.”

She walks forward, teasingly, and I’m about to get up and yank her into me, but I wait. Until she’s standing between my legs, then I pull her down so she’s straddling my lap. Immediately, grinding against my erection and letting out a throaty moan.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already so soaked, you’re going to make a mess on my pants.”

“Then you should take them off.” She reaches between us, unbuttoning my pants, but I stop her with a grip on her wrists.

“Take my shirt off first,” I instruct.

Brynn slides her hands up, trailing her fingers along the ridges of muscle on my abdomen, up higher to my chest. My grip on her hips tightens when I feel her brush over the tattoo on my pec on her way to push the fabric off my shoulders.

Her eyes follow her hands, and after my shirt is off, she brings them back to my chest, sliding over the ink. “What’s this?” she asks .

“What does it look like, Princess?”

She traces the outline of the crown inked into my skin right next to the words “Live for me” over my heart.

“It’s a crown. You just got this?”

Nodding, I grip the back of her neck, so she looks at my face. “It’s for you, it didn’t matter if you never spoke to me again, you have my heart and I’ll always love you. I promised my brother I would live for him, and I thought I was, but I wasn’t really living. Not before you. Now, I’m finally fulfilling my promise and it’s thanks to you, Brynn.”

She throws herself against me, kissing me fiercely, all tongue and teeth. There’s nothing smooth or practiced in this kiss. It’s all our need for each other. The desperation, desire, want, love. It’s us.

“Need you. Please,” she pleads against my mouth, and I need her too.

We both work my pants and boxers off roughly. They don’t even make it past my knees before she grips my cock, angling herself over me and dropping down, taking me fully. I wrap my arms around her tightly with a moan as I’m surrounded by her tight heat, practically blacking out at the sensation.

She grips me so tightly, adjusting to my size, but I wasn’t kidding about how wet she is, I love knowing how much she wants me.

“You better start riding me, Princess. Show me how much you missed the way I fill you,” I say with a sharp smack to her ass.

Lifting up slightly, she adjusts her knees on either side of me before dropping down, swiveling her hips.

“Fuck, so fucking good. So fucking mine. Say it.” I bring my arms up behind her to hold on to her shoulders, pulling her down onto me as she circles her hips and I meet her thrust for thrust.

“I’m yours, Colton. Ah fuck. Always yours.”

“That’s it, baby. My needy slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh my God, please please more,” she pleads.

“You need more? Take what you need. I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.”

It’s like my words are just as powerful as the way our bodies are moving together because she moans loudly, continuing to ride me, but she wants more and I’m going to give my girl what she needs.

Lifting her off my lap I stand us up, bending her over the side of the bed with a hand on the middle of her back and push her face down into the mattress as I press inside her again. She groans at the new angle.

“Harder,” she cries, and I almost bust at the single word.

I move my hand up to the back of her head, grabbing a fist of her hair, pulling her head up as I pound into her roughly. Our skin slaps together loudly and I already feel myself getting there too quickly, but she needs to get there first.

Pulling out quickly, I drop down behind her to bury my tongue in her soaked pussy. She cries, falling forward onto the bed as I devour her. Licking up all the wetness she’s created only for me has me feral. I fucking love her taste, the way she coats my tongue as I eat her like my favorite meal.

“Colton, oh my fuck, ” she screams right before burying her head into the comforter, her legs shake, and my mouth is flooded with the sweetest fucking taste as she comes.

I hold her up as I lap up every drop she gives me before standing. Grabbing her hips, I throw her onto the bed roughly, kicking off my pants completely before crawling up her body, kneeling over her chest.

“Get me nice and wet to fuck your needy cunt.”

She grabs my throbbing cock without argument, sucking me deep into her mouth. Tasting herself on my shaft and I groan at the feeling. She gags when I reach the back of her throat. Pulling back, she dives in again, letting me slide further back this time.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, Princess.”

She hums around me, and I already feel close so I pull out, and slide down so I’m lined up with her pussy. Eyes locked, I wrap my hand around her throat lightly as I push inside her once again, our eyes don’t leave each other. I’ve never felt closer to another person than I do at this moment.

This perfect, amazing, loving woman looking at me like I’m everything to her is all I fucking need in life. I love her and I don’t even have to hold back telling her. So, I don’t.

“I love you, baby,” I tell her.

“I love you too, Colton.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. “But right now I want you to fuck me like you don’t.”

“Goddammit, Princess.” I slam my mouth onto hers and set a punishing pace with my hips as I fuck her into the mattress.

We’re loud, sloppy, and fucking perfect as we both give each other exactly what we need. I’m close again and there’s no way I’ll be able to stop it this time. I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing the little circles she needs.

It doesn’t take long before her pussy is squeezing my cock tighter than a fucking vice as her orgasm rips through her body. I follow right behind, filling her with my cum as I groan against her neck.

We’re sweaty, sticky, breathless, and yet neither of us try to move for several minutes. We stay like this for so long I feel myself start to harden inside her once again, but she needs to be taken care of.

Rolling my body off hers, I go to the bathroom, get a warm washcloth, and return to find her exactly how I left her. When I press the fabric to her center she hisses.

“Are you sore?” I ask dumbly.

“Mm, in the best way.” She smiles at me, and I don’t know how I ever existed without this fucking woman, I swear it’s cheesy as shit, but she completes me in a way I didn’t think was fucking possible.

Crawling into bed with her, I wrap her in my arms. We should talk more, I know that and I’m sure she does too, but that can happen later because we both fall asleep easily. And it’s the best fucking night of sleep I’ve gotten since my dumbass walked out of her front door.