Page 8 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I meet up with some of my old teammates at a bar downtown near the hotel they’re staying at. Kenneth is with them, which is not someone I want to hang out with, but I’d rather see my old team, my real team, than go out with the fuckers from Denver.

“How has it been slumming it, Wheeler?” McEntyre asks.

“Fuckin’ brutal. And it would be one thing if these guys could play, but they are just dragging me and I’m fucking over it.” I take a swig of my beer.

“Wish we could say we missed ya, but we just kicked your ass so,” Thompson shrugs.

“Oh, fuck off, that wasn’t my fault.”

“It was your team though,” McEntyre ribs.

“Those guys aren’t my fucking team,” I grumble.

Kenneth Richardson snorts out a laugh. “Say what you want Wheeler, but those guys are your team now.”

Glaring at him, I can’t help but say, “Which means I get a front row seat to how happy Spencer is to be free of your pining ass.”

He scoffs, “I’m not pining for anyone. He can have my sloppy seconds.”

He’s acting like we all didn’t see the weird ass picture he posted making it seem like they were still together. He may not want to be with her, but he sure as shit doesn’t want anyone else to have her either. But at the end of the day, it’s not my business.

“Oh shit, hey Wheeler, isn’t that your captain’s hot ass sister over there?” Thompson nods behind me.

Taking another deep pull from my beer, I turn over my shoulder to see if she really is here. And sure enough, standing at a high-top table with Mann and his girlfriend is a certain tall blonde, her wavy hair falling to her mid back. Her jeans hugging her long legs and perfectly round ass have me dying to go over and fuck with her more.

She throws her head back laughing at something someone said. Even though I can’t hear her, for some reason that’s what does me in and I find myself walking closer. The music playing in the bar is loud, but I hear my old teammates saying some shit I just ignore, focused on the one girl I know I’m not allowed to have, which is probably the only reason I want her.

At least just for a night. I don’t want a relationship, but to fuck her at least once? That I do want. Her laughing stops the second her eyes meet mine as I get closer to where she’s standing.

“Your protector let you out without supervision tonight?” I ask, sliding up next to her, ignoring the glare I’m receiving from Audrey and the look of confusion from Mann.

“I’m her protector and I will make you disappear where no one can find you,” Audrey snaps.

“Come on, pretty girl, let’s get a refill.” Mann starts to lead her away from the table with a serious look in my direction. As they pass by me, he speaks low so only I can hear him, “Don’t do anything too stupid.”

“We will be right back,” Audrey yells as she’s pulled away by Mann.

I lean against the table in front of Brynn, and she just glares at me. I like how she has to bend her head back just slightly to look up at me. At six-foot-five most girls have to strain to meet my eyes. Brynn is on the taller side, and it puts her at the perfect height for me. For everything my mind can conjure up. Which is a lot.

“I think it must be fate or some shit we ended up at the same place,” I tease.

“What do you want, Colton?”

“You in my bed would be ideal.” I step closer to her.

“I hate you. ”

“I hate you too, Princess. Now, let’s hate fuck it out of each other.”

She scoffs, “You’re disgusting.”

“Just once, we can get it out of our systems.”

“Or I could smack you once, you know, just to get it out of my system.”

“If that’s what you’re into, Princess. I like a little pain.” I edge closer to her, as she tries to step back, she realizes I have her caged in with her back to the table.

She raises a hand onto my chest, her eyes locked on it. My heart rate kicks up at the contact. The heat from her palm feels like it’s burning through my shirt onto my skin. I want that heat wrapped around my cock. Then I want to be wrapped in the heat of her pussy.

“You’re right, Colton, just once. It would be good for us,” her voice is breathy, and I’m actually shocked this seems to be working. I fully expected to have to work a little harder than this, but I’m not going to question it.

I grip the edge of the table on either side of her body. “I’m so glad you agree. Let’s get out of here and back to my place.”

“No, you want this. Do it right here. Right now.” Her hands grip my shirt in her fists.

I’m taken aback at her boldness, looking in her green eyes that are shining up at me, she doesn’t falter. She’s dead serious.

“You want me to fuck you right here?” I ask cautiously .

“Right here,” she smirks. “Unless you can’t handle me.”

“Oh, I can handle you, Princess.” I press against her completely so she can feel that I’m already hard for her.

“Mm, you sure about that?” She arches into me.

I lean down, running my lips along the side of her neck while she pulls me tighter against her by my shirt. When my lips graze her jaw, she whispers my name. I can’t wait to hear her scream it.

“Yeah, Princess?” My lips are barely an inch above hers, breathing the same air.

“No matter what you say, or what you do. You will never, ever get to touch me.” I’m pushed back from her grip on my chest, stumbling at the force, meeting her devilish gaze.

I chuckle. “You got me good, Baby Collee, but you’re wrong, because I’m still not going to give up. You want me, you just don’t want to admit it.”

Audrey and Mann return with drinks in their hands, both staring daggers at me.

“If I change my mind, which I won’t, you’ll be the last person to know.” Brynn smirks.

I shake my head, walking backward toward the table with my old teammates. “Challenge accepted.”

I turn around so I can’t see whatever remark was on the tip of her tongue .

As I get back to the table the guys are already giving me shit.

“That went well.”

“Strike out for Wheeler.”

“I’m playing the long game, guys. She’s the captain’s sister and he fucking hates me. What better way to get back at him.” I down the rest of my drink.

“You’re fucked up, Wheeler. Sounds like a great plan.” Thompson chuckles.

While the other guy’s joke at my expense, I can’t help but notice how Richardson is looking at me. He doesn’t say anything, but something about his smug little face makes me think he sure as shit is thinking something. And something tells me I don’t want to know what that could be.