Page 124 of Breakaway

He just swirls his tongue around my clit. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

“I’m serious.”

“My queen, you’re not leaving without another orgasm.”

I giggle at his faux-serious tone, but it turns into a gasp when he rubs right against my g-spot. “Babe...”

“We have time. Give me another one quick and then we’ll leave.”

“We definitely do not have time,” I grumble, but I stay in place. My orgasm is building, anyway; a few more strokes and the tightness in my belly will ease. I grab at his hair, pulling him even closer to my cunt, and he rewards me by sucking on my clit. When I do come, muffled into my shoulder so we don’t have to endure the awkwardness of explaining why we’re running late to his siblings, he sighs, resting his head on my belly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. Those two brief words make happiness glow in my chest, because I fucking love being his good girl—the only thing that’s better is being his brat, because he gets all growly—but then I remember that there’s no time for cuddling.

I tug on his hair hard enough he looks up. “Come on,” I say. “We need to get dressed.”

“I wish I never gave Izzy the owner’s suite,” he says as he throws on his clothes. “I’m all sticky.”

“Oh, shut it,” I say with a scowl as I hop around, throwing on my sweater first because I’m dreading the whole panties situation. “Look what you did to me. My underwear is going to get soaked.”

He just tosses me a clean T-shirt. “Wipe yourself down with that.” He pokes around his desk, his hamper, the sheets. “I need my—fucking hell. I need my Yankees cap.”

“Just leave it,” I say. “Bring the bags downstairs.”

“It’s my lucky charm, Pen.”

“I thought I was!”

He stops, pressing a kiss to my cheek quickly. “You are. You’re my Lucky Penny. But this is a superstition. It’s very important. The whole Frozen Four is—”

I watch, blinking, as he spins on his heel and runs out of the room. I roll my eyes. Athletes and their superstitions. Not that I have much of a leg to stand on. I remember when I wouldn’t do a routine if I didn’t have the right color scrunchie in my hair. I rub myself down, sniff at the T-shirt, and wince as I throw it into the hamper.

As I pull up my leggings, I hear someone scream.

I grab Cooper’s alarm clock, the heaviest object I see, and run in the direction of the noise. “Cooper?”

He’s in the hallway... with Sebastian. Who is shirtless and scowling. Standing across from them both, though, is Mia. She’s dressed and everything, but her lipstick is smudged.

Wait, Mia?

“When were you going to tell us?” Cooper is demanding. “After the wedding?”

I lower the alarm clock. “Wait, are you guys together?”

“It’s complicated,” Sebastian says.

At the same time, Mia says, “Hell no.”

“Oh my God.” Tangy slinks out of Sebastian’s room, meowing. I scoop her up and hold her close to my chest. “In front of my daughter, too?”

Sebastian squints at me. “Wait, are you wearing elf ears?”

I blush, snatching them off my ears. “No.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Cooper says, his tone positively threatening. “Explain this.”

“There’s no subject,” Mia hisses. She hoists her bag over her shoulder. “There was never any subject. And anyway, I’m leaving.”

We turn and watch as she stomps to the stairs. Cooper raises his eyebrows at me, but I just shrug. Mia mentioned nothing to me—but as soon as I’m on the plane, I’m texting her obnoxious memes until she spills the details.

Before she hurries down the stairs, she flips her long, dark hair back and says, to a stunned Sebastian, “Enjoy watching me leave, Callahan.”