Page 76 of Break Out

“Perfect. Come on.” He takes my hand and leads me toward the bedroom.

“We should be getting ready,” I protest.

He stops just inside the bedroom doorway, pulling me to him and brushes his lips against mine before he leans over and kisses down the column of my neck. Pulling back, he stares at me.

I all but groan at the loss of contact, but before I can do or say anything, he says, “Are you telling me that you’re not wet for me? I mean, if that’s the case”—he drops his hands and goes to step back—“we can get ready.”

“No. No. Brody.”

He smirks, a sparkle in his eye. If I wasn’t this turned on, I’d probably be pissed because he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Are you going to stop protesting and let me give you what I know you need?”

“Yes,” I all but whine. “But no lying down, my hair will get wrecked,” I add.

Brody kisses me again before pulling away. “Clothes off. Turn and bend over the bed.”

I do as he says, my arousal growing knowing he’s watching me. He doesn’t make a move to take off his clothes, just watches me. When I turn and face the bed, placing my hands on the edge, he steps closer and runs his finger through my wet, aching center.

“Fuck, beautiful. Is this for me?”

I nod, at a loss for words. He swipes another finger through my wetness before I hear what sounds like his clothes hitting the floor.

Peeking over my shoulder, I see him stroking his cock from root to tip. He winks at me and continues to stroke himself. My mouth waters watching him. Suddenly, he steps up behind me, his heat engulfing me, wraps one arm around me so he can play with one of my breasts, and with his other hand, guides his hard cock along my wet center.

“Brody,” I say, aching for him.

“Yes, Aubs,” he says as he continues to tease me.

“I need you inside me.” I’m panting now. So close to coming. Already.

Without warning, he pushes all the way inside of me. I groan, dropping my head down toward the bed, rocking my hips against him, loving the way his cock fills me up. Fuck, maybe Bri was right. None of this feels fake. It never did if I’m being completely honest with myself.

“Brody, I need you to move,” I half groan, half moan.

His reply is to pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. He grips my hips, pistoning into me. I meet him thrust for thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together and our groans is the only sound in the room. It’s erotic.

“I’m so close.”

Brody reaches around and strums my clit, which sends me over the edge of my orgasm. He thrusts into me a few more times before yelling my name and a mix of incomprehensible curses. Spent, he collapses on top of me, catching himself with his hands at the last second so he’s not crushing me. We stay like that for a few minutes before my legs and hips start to cramp.

With a groan, he moves off me, and I collapse onto the floor, my back against the bed.

“You okay?”

I glance up, mesmerized by the sight of him standing above me naked, somehow still half hard. I try to memorize the way he looks in this moment so I can remember it when we’re not together. When I’m in Hawaii and he’s here in Florida. When he starts dating someone else, because I know that’s going to happen. Now that he’s finally realized he wants a partner, he’ll find someone. He’s drop dead gorgeous, sweet, and thoughtful. He’s a catch. He’s bound to meet someone who makes him happy.

My stomach sinks at the thought of Brody with someone else. But there’s nothing I can do. Not without sacrificing my career and the job I worked so hard for. Not without doing exactly what I swore I’d never do.

Chapter thirty

Brody

I hadn’t intended to pounce on Aubrey when she came back to the room. I wanted to finish our earlier conversation. I wanted to talk about us. About what we’re going to do. I spent the morning researching moving companies and houses for sale in Hawaii. I even picked up the phone and called Bruce. He didn’t answer, so I left him a voicemail asking him to call me back on Monday. I plan to tell him that I’m not taking the Storm’s offer. That I’m hanging up my skates. That I’m retiring. I haven’t worked up the courage to call Caleb or Coach yet, but I will. I want them to hear it from me and not from the media or the front office.

But when she stepped back into the room, my lizard brain took over, and once I touched her, that was it. Do I regret it? Nope, I sure don’t. Especially not with the way she’s gazing up at me right now from her spot on the floor. My cock takes notice of her heated stare and starts to harden again. Doesn’t help that she’s licking her lips, and it makes me think about the feel of them wrapped around me, her tongue licking along my shaft. . .

I give myself a mental shake, then reach down and lift her up by her waist. “Can we talk?” I ask as I set her down gently on the edge of the bed.