Page 47 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

RYAN

M y legs are burning.

Practice ran long, but I don’t even care. Nothing beats the rush of being on the ice.

Near the entrance, Isabella stands off to the side, beside her dad. Her curls fall over her shoulder, but it’s the dress that kills me. White, and way too tight for sanity. I can already picture what’s under it.

Her brown eyes lock on mine, sending a jolt through my chest. Instant. Total. Fucking hunger.

I’m a fucking idiot for ever thinking I could only have one night with her. Months of this, of sneaking around—stealing kisses, tangled limbs in the backseat of my Jeep, her breathy moans bitten into my neck when we shouldn’t even be in the same room. And it’s still not enough.

Never will be.

I don’t think there will ever be a time when I’m not completely obsessed with her

I smirk, walking past her slowly, then throw in a wink for good measure. Her lips twitch, fighting back a grin.

God, I want to kiss her.

I want to pin her against a wall. Want her thighs around my waist. I want to make her whimper, make her moan my name in that breathy voice of hers. Fuck.

The guys are filing into the locker room ahead of me. I should keep walking. Should hit the showers.

But instead, I move toward her.

I grab her wrist and pull her with me. She gasps, but I don’t look back. Don’t check if anyone sees. I shove open the storage room door and pull her inside.

It slams shut behind us, and the dim fluorescents flicker overhead.

“Ryan!” she gasps. “Are you insane? We could get?—”

I press her against the wall and kiss her, cutting her off, groaning into her mouth, my chest lighting up with the need I have for her. She pulls back slightly, shaking her head.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” she whispers against my lips, but her arms are already around my neck, her body already arching into mine.

“I don’t care,” I murmur, kissing down her neck, pushing her cardigan off her shoulders. My hand finds her hip, slides up under that dress—warm skin, soft and smooth. “What’s my favorite color today, Curls?”

I hook a finger into the thin band of her panties and pull them down—tiny pink lace that slides down her legs and puddles at her ankles.

“Pink,” I murmur as she steps out of them. I scoop them up and shove them into my pocket without hesitation.

“Keeping these.”

“You’re insane,” she whispers, biting her lip.

Yeah, insane for you .

I reach for her again, my hand between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds—fuck, she’s wet. Dripping .

“I want to make you feel good,” I say, rough, breath shallow. “Let me get on my knees. Let me taste you.”

She gasps, her back hitting the shelf behind her as I sink to one knee. But she grips my shoulders, before I can do anything. “No,” she says shaking her head. “No time.”

I look up, desperate for a taste of hers. “Are you gonna make me beg you for a taste? Because I’d gladly will.”

Her eyes twinkle, and I can tell she loves the idea, but she shakes her head. “Someone could come in here. There’s no way I could relax enough to come.”

I lift onto my feet with a groan, pressing my forehead against hers. “Fuck,” I grunt, my cock heavy and thick in my pants. “I need you, baby.”

“Me too,” she replies, her breathy heavy against me cheek. “But I can still do this.”

Before I can even process it, she’s already switching places with me, dropping onto her knees, her hands already at my waistband, tugging my boxers down along with my pants.

My cock springs free, hard and aching and already leaking precum, and she just licks her lips and looks up at me with those big brown eyes like she’s about to ruin my entire fucking life.

My spine snaps straight.

“Jesus, Isabella. Look at me like that again, and I’ll come right down that pretty throat.”

“Good.” Then she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my hand hitting the wall behind me.

Her tongue swirls, slow at first, just enough to tease the ever-loving crap out of me, then she sinks deeper, wet heat sliding down my shaft, her hand curling around the base to stroke in time with her mouth.

Her pace picks up, messy and fucking perfect, spit pooling at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin, glistening on my cock every time she pulls back.

She moans around me, a low, needy sound that vibrates up my spine, and I damn near fall apart right then.

“God, yes—like that—fuck, don’t stop?—”

Her eyes never leave mine, even when she starts bobbing harder, her throat stretching to take more.

And I’m so close, so fucking close?—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I freeze. My whole body seizes up. Panic claws up my throat.

But Isabella doesn’t stop.

She pulls me deeper instead.

“Jesus fuck—” I hiss through clenched teeth, my legs trembling as I lean back against the wall.

She moans around my cock, slurping noisily, determined, fucking relentless. I’m right there, white heat rushing through me, balls tightening, hips jerking.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna come?—”

And I do.

Hard.

My knees damn near buckle as I shoot down her throat, my teeth grinding to keep from groaning loud enough for the whole damn rink to hear. She swallows every drop, her eyes fluttering, like she fucking lives for it.

When she pulls back, she wipes her mouth with two fingers, licking them clean while staring up at me with that smug, wicked glint in her eye.

“You’re evil,” I pant, dragging her up and kissing her. She tastes like me and I fucking love how messy it is.

She grins against my lips. “You’re welcome.”

I press another kiss to her lips, before pulling on my pants and fixing my hair.

I creak open the door, and we sneak out slow, quiet, creeping down the hall.

But as soon as we round the corner, Austin’s there, raising an eyebrow so high it could scrape the ceiling.

“Seriously?” he says, smirking. “Storage closet?”

I exhale hard, running a hand through my hair. “Thanks for knocking,” I reply dryly. “Really helped speed things along.”

Austin chuckles, shakes his head. “What if Coach had gone in there?”

“Then I would’ve died of embarrassment,” Isabella mutters, glancing up at me with a smirk I can’t help but return.

And then, like the fucking timing gods are laughing, Coach steps out of the office, frowning as he looks between the three of us.

“What are you guys still doing here?”

“Uh… I got lost.” Jesus, I fucking suck under pressure.

Coach narrows his eyes at me. “Get to the lockers and out of here.”

Isabella takes a step back and our eyes meet for a second before she vanishes around the corner.

I let out a sigh and head for the locker room. My cock’s still sensitive. My pocket’s still holding her panties.

And I’m still fucking obsessed.

“You suck at lying,” Austin says with a chuckle.

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I fucking know.”

A group of figure skaters passes as I reach the tunnel. Austin accidentally bumps into one of them—a curvy brunette in a perfectly neat bun.

She stumbles, but Austin flashes that lazy, cocky grin that works way more than it should. “My bad, sweetheart.”

She narrows her blue eyes onto Austin, unimpressed. “Watch where you’re going.”

It’s always kind of funny how hockey players and figure skaters don’t exactly mix.

I don’t know if it’s because they think we’re all brain-dead meatheads or because we spend half the time dodging each other on the ice, but there’s definitely an unspoken rivalry.

Not that I care. They do their thing, we do ours.

Austin jogs beside me, pressing play on his playlist.

I shove open the door to the locker room and step inside.

“Turn that shit down,” Nathan mutters, dropping onto the bench.

Austin grins, cranking the volume up instead. “What was that? You love it? Thanks, man.”

Nathan glares, but Austin just shoots him a wink.

I shake my head, tossing my gloves onto the bench and yank my jersey over my head.

“Please tell me someone is down to grab food after this,” Austin groans, ripping his skates off. “I’m a growing boy. I need food before I pass out and die.”

Logan shakes his head, an amused smirk curling his lips. “Don’t you have class after this?”

Austin shoots him a glare. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I know you haven’t been to a lecture in, what… two weeks?”

Austin scowls. “That is wildly inaccurate.”

Logan raises a brow. “Oh yeah? When’s the last time you went?”

Austin opens his mouth, then shuts it, thinking way too hard. “It’s not about when I went. It’s about the fact that I am enrolled, and that, my friend, is already a win.”

Logan snorts. “You’re actually insane.”

“I prefer gifted,” he replies with a wink.

Nathan sighs. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to show up once in a while.”

Austin waves a lazy hand. “That’s what finals are for. Show up once, pass, disappear again. It’s a system.”

Logan snorts. “A bad system.”

“It works.”

Nathan sighs heavily, rubbing his temples like dealing with us is his full-time job. “You know, one day, your bullshit is gonna catch up with you.”

Austin shrugs. “Yeah, but not today.”

I breathe out a laugh and start to strip out of my gear, desperate to get in the shower and wash off, especially after what just happened in the storage room.

But as I do, something falls out of my pocket. My lips drop into a frown, and I glance down just in time to see a flash of pink.

Oh, shit .

Isabella’s lacy pink panties slip out of my pocket and land right in the middle of the locker room floor.

For a second, there’s silence. Then Nathan’s gaze flicks to them, his brow arching. Logan tilts his head, and Austin—of course—immediately sits up, his eyes widening and that shit-eating grin of his spreading across his face.

My brain short-circuits, and my mouth moves before I can think.

“Uh… those are… mine.”

Nathan blinks. “Um… Okay?” His brows tug together. “I thought you were gonna say they were from some girl you hooked up with.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah… that would’ve been better,” I admit, rubbing the back of my neck.

Austin bursts out laughing, sputtering water all over the floor as he laughs harder.

Nathan tilts his head in his direction. “You good, Austin?”

Austin clears his throat, wiping his chin, still grinning. “Peachy,” he mutters, slapping his chest, trying to stop the coughing fit. Then, he smirks at me. “Pink lace, man? Didn’t take you for a soft and sweet kinda guy.”

I shoot him a glare. He knows damn well who they belong to, and he’s enjoying every second of my misfortune.

The tension in my jaw tightens, and I feel like the guilt swirling in my stomach.

Nathan’s still watching me, as I grab the panties, shoving them into my bag as fast as I can.

Cole glances up from his spot across the room, just raising an eyebrow as he watches Austin, clearly piecing it together. His lips curl slightly, but he stays quiet, chewing gum like nothing’s going on.

Shit .

Two of my teammates already know.

And it’s only a matter of time before Nathan finds out. And when he realizes whose underwear just made a surprise appearance in the locker room?

Yeah. I’m fucked.