Page 110 of Breakout
She lets out a sigh of relief as if she needed this more than I did.
I press a kiss to her lips, pressing her back to the stall door. “You feel like heaven,” I whisper against her skin.
“You feel like home,” she admits softly.
Before I can respond, she starts gyrating her hips. I match the pace she sets, fucking her into the door. I can feel my release building as I fuck her without abandon. Her own mewls are becoming louder.
Then we hear it. The door opens, and voices filter in.
I freeze, slapping my hand over Peyton’s mouth. She continues to gyrate her hips, prompting me to grip her hip with my free hand and grind into her, keeping my movements to a minimum.
“I think James is a good choice for the first round. He’s a safe bet. He would help build the team and keep morale up. He’s a great team leader,” a man says.
“That he is. Do you think he would play well if we take him away from his group? I hear they are more like a family.” The second voice, I recognize immediately.
It’s Brantley Gibson. Owner of the Boston Foxes.
Peyton lets out a little moan muffled by my hand, causing the men to stop talking. She is so lost in her pleasure that she doesn’t even care who is on the other side of the door. I grind into her harder, feeling her body still as she clenches against me. She comes, letting out a loud hum that the entire bathroom can hear.
Then the men start chuckling.
“Oh, to be young again,” Brantley says.
“You could have that. I saw Chloe floating around somewhere.”
“Fuck you.”
The men wash their hands, leaving the bathroom as Peyton comes down from her orgasm. I smirk at her as she opens her eyes.
“Did you like them listening in?” I ask.
Her pussy clenches, telling me she did.
“I’m not done with you yet. Hold on. I’m fucking you hard.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pump into her hard and fast. It only takes about five pumps before I spill into the condom.
Helping her to her feet, I steady her. Once she is dressed, I take the condom off and tie it off before I toss it in the trash.After tucking myself inside my pants, I grab her hand.
“Let’s go to bed, wife.”
She looks up at me with nothing but adoration in her eyes.
“Anything you want, husband. Tonight is your night.”
twenty-four
Stepping out of the science building, I can’t help but sigh when the sun hits me. I feel like it’s been too long since any vitamin D has touched my skin. I pull my phone out of my pocket to take it off of silent and see that I have three missed calls.
That’s weird, I don’t know that number.
My finger slides across the screen to hit the play voicemail button, but before I can, the number calls again.
Who the hell calls four times in a row?
Oh god, what if something happened to Beckett?
“Hello?” I say as I sit down on the bench across from the building.
