Page 27 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

RYAN

I sabella gasps as I grab her wrist, pulling her through the crowded hallway.

The music pounds around us, people laughing, shouting, but it all blurs into the background, drowned out by the pounding in my chest. All I can focus on is her.

The way her dress hugs her body, teasing me with every step, the way her dark curls bounce against her shoulders like they were made to be wrapped around my fingers.

Fuck, she looks perfect.

Gorgeous, with a trim waist and hips that make it impossible to think straight. My fingers tighten around her wrist as I push forward.

We reach the bathroom, and I shove the door open with my foot, pulling her inside. Her chest rises and falls, her eyes flicking up to mine—unsure, excited, nervous.

“Ryan?” she breathes.

I run a hand through my hair, exhaling hard. My pulse is a wreck. My hands shake. I lock the door because I need to, because if I don’t, I’ll second-guess it, and I can’t second-guess this.

“I tried to stay away from you.” My voice comes out rough, low. I swallow hard. “I fucking tried , Isabella. But I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.”

Her lips part slightly, and I watch as her breath catches. I know what she tastes like, and every inch of me aches to kiss her, to feel her lips on mine again.

“I thought you said it was just a one-time thing,” she whispers.

I let out a short laugh. “Yeah, well. That was a dumb fucking idea.”

My gaze drags down her body, and my restraint starts slipping. The dress—fuck, the dress. It’s too short, too tight, riding up her thighs like it’s trying to kill me.

“One time isn’t enough.” I grit out, reaching for her, because I can’t spend another second without my hands on her. “Not even fucking close.”

Before she can respond, I grab her hips and lift her onto the counter. Her legs part instinctively, and I step between them, my body pressing into hers. Our breaths mingle, her pupils dilate, her lips part slightly and before I fucking know it, my mouth is on hers.

Oh fuck, I missed this. Missed her. Christ, kissing this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Her mouth tastes like vodka, and I want to drown in it. My hands are everywhere. Her waist, her ass, her thighs.

She moans into my mouth, when my fingers push up under her dress and trace over her cotton panties.

“Fuck. You’re already dripping,” I murmur against her lips. “This all for me?”

She shudders, nails digging into my shoulders. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” My lips brush against her jaw, down to the sensitive spot on her neck. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

A groan leaves her lips. “Shut up and fuck me.”

I chuckle as I crash my mouth against hers again, my hands trailing over her body. But then I blink. Look around at the bathroom in some stranger’s house. And her, gorgeous and flushed and desperate, looking at me like I’m the only person in the universe that matters.

I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. “Fuck. No. Not here.”

She blinks, brows drawing together. “What?”

“You deserve better than this,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “Not some bathroom at a par?—”

Her hand covers my mouth, cutting me off.

“I don’t care where,” she says, shaking her head, her chocolate brown eyes locked on mine. “I need you.”

My brain short-circuits.

“Please,” she breathes. “Please, Ryan. I need you so bad.”

Her words wreck me, the desperate plea, filled with need, and fuck, I’m gone.

I drop to my knees, sliding her dress up to her hips and tugging down her blue cotton panties. I look up at her, a slow grin spreading across my face. “I think I changed my mind. Blue’s my favorite color after all.”

I don’t give her a chance to reply before leaning forward and licking up her soaked slit, groaning at how wet she is. She cries out, one hand in my hair as her back arches.

“Tastes so fucking good,” I groan as I suck her sweet clit, sliding a finger inside her, curling deep.

“Oh god.” She shakes, her thighs trembling around my head, then fists my hair hard and pulls me up. “Later,” she gasps. “Fuck me now.”

I don’t even answer. My cock strains against my jeans, throbbing with need, and I can’t take another second without being inside her.

My fingers fumble at my zipper as I yank my jeans down just enough to free my cock, thick and already leaking.

I grab her hips, dragging her to the edge of the sink. She watches me, biting her lip.

I position myself at her entrance, the tip just barely pressing into her. “Is this what you want?” I taunt, dragging my cock against her, teasing her, making her squirm.

Her breath stutters, her body arching into me. “Stop messing around.”

I grin against her neck. “Where’s the fun in that?”

She groans, and I let out a chuckle, done with teasing her. I reach into my pocket, quickly pulling out a condom. Fucking thank God Austin always carries these damn things on him.

I roll it on, making sure it’s snug and I don’t waste another second.

I line up and push in, in one deep stroke, swallowing her gasp as she clenches around me. Oh fuck. She’s so soft. Perfect. Hot, tight, and so wet I almost black out.

“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers tightening on her hips. “Look at you, so fucking desperate for me. You want me so bad, don’t you, baby?”

Her body moves with mine, matching my pace, her breath coming in soft, desperate moans. She clings to me, her nails scraping down my back, her legs tightening around my waist.

“Harder,” she whispers.

I chuckle darkly, snapping my hips forward. “You think you can handle that?”

She nods frantically, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “Yes. Fuck me harder, Ryan. Please.”

My head drops to her shoulder, my lips brushing against her skin as I thrust harder, deeper, until she’s gasping, her body arching against mine.

“I’m going to make sure you feel me for days, baby. Every inch of you will remember this.”

Her nails bite into my skin, and she moans, her head falling back. I groan, watching the way her lips part, her eyes fluttering shut.

“You love this, don’t you?” I murmur. “Knowing someone could walk in? Knowing we shouldn’t be doing this?”

Her breath hitches, and she nods, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with lust. “Yes.”

Something tightens in my chest, and I grip her jaw, tilting her face toward mine, needing her to see me. “No one else gets to see you like this.” My thumb brushes over her parted lips. “No one else gets to hear these sounds from you.”

She doesn’t answer. Can’t. Her breath catches, a moan breaking free, and I don’t let her think. I kiss her deep, claiming her lips. She clings to me, pulling me closer, matching my rhythm.

My mouth lowers, my lips leaving soft kisses along her jaw, down to her collarbone, smelling her sweet perfume mixed with a light layer of swear.

A groan rumbles in the back of my throat, and I sink my teeth in, drawing a gasp from her lips, followed by a moan when I seal my mouth over the spot and suck. Hard.

Her body bucks under me, thighs clenching around my waist.

“God, I wanna mark you.” I shift lower, and my teeth find another patch of skin, just beneath her collarbone. I flick my tongue over it before I close my mouth and suck. “Here.”

She whimpers and I can feel the noise travel through her chest into my mouth.

“And here.” I drag my tongue up across the line of her shoulder, tasting salt and sex and her . “I want every inch of you marked by me.”

Her body tightens around me, pure fucking heaven, and just as I tip my head back with a groan, there's a knock on the damn door.

Isabella tenses, her eyes widening, but I’m not stopping. Not now. Not when we’re this close. I stay buried inside her, my pulse hammering.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I yell to whoever is at the door, thrusting deeper inside her.

She gasps, her head falling back, a moan slipping from her lips.

“Ryan?”

Fuck .

Cole’s voice makes my stomach drop. Isabella’s eyes snap open, her breath hitching.

I freeze, my jaw tight, but she doesn’t. No, the little tease squeezes around me. My whole body jerks in response, a strangled groan escaping before I can stop it. Jesus Christ .

She bites her lip, her expression entirely too smug, and I shoot her a warning look.

“It’s… occupied,” I manage, my voice wavering by the pleasure curling up my spine. My hands grip her thighs harder as I slowly thrust into her, unable to stop moving from how fucking good she feels.

Isabella clenches around me again. I snap my head up, pinning her with a dark look.

“Problem?” she asks with a teasing smirk.

I growl under my breath. “Yeah, I got a fucking problem.” I slam into her harder, grinding my hips against hers, making her whimper.

She gasps. “Oh god. Ryan?—”

I cut her off with another thrust. “Not so cocky now, huh?” Christ. I can’t stop. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I whisper, thrusting into her. “So tight, so fucking perfect around me.”

I hear Cole snicker from the other side of the door. “Yeah, I can tell. Tell Brenda I said hi.”

Isabella’s smirk vanishes. Her brows knit together, suspicion flashing across her face. “Brenda?” she repeats.

For fuck’s sake.

“Ignore him. He’s just a dumbass.” My fingers dig into her hips, making sure she feels every inch of my cock still buried inside her. “Stop thinking about Cole and kiss me.”

I brush my lips against hers, swallowing any lingering doubts. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Her breath stutters against my lips, her body jerking in response. I can feel her getting closer, can feel the way she’s gripping me, pulling me deeper.

“Fuck,” I groan against her lips. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Can you feel how deep I am inside you?”

She moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she moves with me, desperate, frantic.

“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, dragging my teeth along her jaw, my hips snapping into hers. “Come on. Take what you need.”

Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, her thighs trembling around my waist. I can feel how close she is. How badly she wants to let go. And fuck, I need it just as much.

I keep my thumb on her clit, circling slowly, watching her squirm, and shift my hips, hitting that spot that makes her entire body tense.

Her hands slip under my shirt as she rolls her hips, chasing the friction she needs.

I thrust into her harder, groaning at how perfect she feels.

“I don’t want to pull out, baby.” I mutter against her lips, fisting a hand through her curls. “I want to stay inside you forever, feel you squeeze me like that.”

Her breath catches as she bucks against me. I can feel the tension building, her body shivering.

“You close?” I ask, grinding into her, pushing deeper, harder, watching her face twist with pleasure as she gasps for air.

She whimpers, barely able to nod.

I grunt, my hips snapping against hers as my thumb rubs her swollen clit. “Then come for me, baby,” I whisper, watching her fall apart.

She breaks, her back arches, a loud cry slipping out, and I slap a hand over her mouth to muffle it. Her body jerks as she comes, her pussy pulsing around me like a fucking vice.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my hands gripping her tighter, pulling her into me. “So tight—so wet— fuuuck .”

Her orgasm is like a tidal wave, and it sends me spiraling. My own release follows fast, my body jerking as I slam into her one last time, my groan mixing with hers.

I stay inside her, letting the waves of pleasure roll through me as I catch my breath, resting my forehead on hers. Fuck .

Isabella’s warm breath hits my cheek, her body still shaking from the orgasm.

When I pull out, I can’t help myself. I cup her face, my thumb running over her cheek, just taking a second to get lost in those big brown eyes. My chest is still pounding, and I swallow, trying to steady myself. I lean in, kissing her slowly, holding onto this moment for a little longer.

I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers brushing against her skin, unable to stop myself from savoring how soft she feels.

I know this is a mess. And I know if we’re not careful, this will end in disaster. But as I look at her, I know I can’t walk away from her.

There is not a fucking chance in hell this thing between us ends now.