Page 64 of Breakaway

“Sounds great!” I busy myself with cleaning up the slight mess I’ve made, gathering the coupons I clipped into a neat stack before fastening them with a paperclip. Later this evening, I’d like to borrow one of the guys’ laptops and see if there are any manufacturer deals worth stacking.

“Alright, then.” Col rocks his head from side to side, cracking his neck to relieve the stress of a long workday. “I’m going to grab a shower before everyone gets here.”

“Take your time. Maybe relieve some more of that tension that’s stringing you tight,” Briggs jokes, the innuendo falling flat when it fails to get a rise out of either of us.

Once Col is gone, I glare at Briggs for meddling, but he simply blows me a kiss and heads toward the balcony that leads to the rooftop terrace. When I finally woke from the best nap of my life earlier, it took me an embarrassing amount of time to work up the courage to leave the bedroom. I was scared of Briggs’ reaction, while also being ashamed that I got so carried away with Raiden that I didn’t stop to think about anyone else. There’s more than just my feelings involved in this intricate labyrinth we’ve gotten ourselves lost in. It’s not fair of me to continue escalating our relationships when not everyone is aware of what’s been going on behind closed doors.

I had sex with someone who wasn’t Tobias, and a small part of me wonders if I should feel some type of way about that. Because I don’t. It should’ve been a pivotal moment that marked another notch in my moving-on column, but truthfully, Tobias didn’t grace my thoughts for a single second. Raiden monopolized every ounce of my attention, leaving no room for anything outside of him. In fact, he fucked me so thoroughly that I confessed to loving him. I didn’t think I’d ever say those words to a man again, but the four of them have completely altered my poor opinion of the male species. Good men do exist; they just aren’t easy to come by.

Is eight months long enough to fall in love? It’s been less than two since we’ve become a part of each other’s day-to-day lives, in the flesh and not speaking through a phone, and we’ve already slept together. But our relationship didn’t become what it is now overnight. We formed a friendship first, and I spent seven months getting to know everything I could about all three of them. By today’s standards, we’ve taken things at a snail’s pace when it comes to the physical aspect.

Briggs, on the other hand, was a complete surprise, and to say he snuck up on me would be an understatement. That day he stumbled into Raiden’s apartment, fresh off a bender and reeking of booze, I never would have imagined he’d be the first one I’d cross that line with. I didn’t think we’d cross it at all. Dayton might have kissed me before that, but there was still a chance of altering the shift we were rapidly heading towards. But what Briggs and I did at Covery effectively ruined any possibility of pretending our relationships hadn’t evolved, and it still surprises me that he was the one I took the leap with. Briggs was the antithesis of everything I needed at such a precarious point in my life–flaky and unreliable, flighty when it suited him, showing no regard for others, and to some extent, an addict.

But I’m overjoyed to have been proven wrong about him. He forced his way in, not giving me a chance to write him off before revealing the amazing man hidden beneath the protective layers encasing who he truly is. I recognize his indifference for what it is: a shield to keep his heart intact, because it’s obviously been eviscerated once. And when you’ve already endured the kind of pain that’s so destructive it changes your brain chemistry, you learn to guard yourself by any means necessary.

“Briggs!” Col shouts from the upper level. “Can you bring me a towel, please?”

Shit. I glance towards the balcony, but Briggs is nowhere in sight. He likely went to the rooftop to get some fresh air and peace and quiet after entertaining Hudson for half the day. Glancing at the couch, I spot the neatly folded towels that are freshly laundered, then glance at the stairs in contemplation. Quit making things weird, Andi. I grab one from the stack and carefully navigate the floating wood steps. Visibility of my feet is growing scarcer by the day, so I take my time, only slightly out of breath when I make it to the top.

I’ve never ventured to the second floor of their apartment, since I haven’t had a reason to. I’m clueless as to where I’m supposed to be going, but the steam venting out from the partially opened door is a good place to start. My steps are light as I pad down the hallway, glancing around curiously. I pass a room on the right that looks suspiciously like Dayton’s, based on the football paraphernalia, and it takes everything in me not to stop and snoop around. I’m hungry for every bit of information I can glean about these guys, but especially Briggs. He’s the one I know least about, but I fear my poking around his room wouldn’t go over very well.

“Col?” Right as I reach the bathroom and call out his name, the door is yanked open, revealing a very naked man.

“Briggs! Hurry the hell up, it’s fucking freezing,” Colsen shouts, not bothering to look in the direction that he’s yelling the order.

He’s scrubbing a hand towel through his dripping wet hair, trying to ward off the chill as best he can. With his face partly obscured, he has no idea I’m standing just a few feet away, getting a very thorough look at the rest of him. If God does exist, Colsen Wilder is one of his favorites. The years he’s spent working such a physically laborious job have done wonders for his physique. His abdominal muscles are chiseled to perfection, his ass delectably taut. My head tilts to the side, catching a glimpse of his cock. A noise must escape me, because my perusal is cut short when Col curses and uses the tiny piece of fabric to cover his junk.

“Shit,” he swears. “I had no idea you were there, Andi.” His cheeks are bright red, and something about this viral man blushing makes my panties damp.

“Sorry!” I rush to apologize, throwing my free hand over my eyes while holding out his requested towel with the other. I’m such a fucking pervert. It’s not okay to take my fill of him when he’s completely unaware. “Briggs stepped out for a few minutes, so I thought I’d bring you this.” I shake the towel, realizing he still hasn’t taken it. “Col?” I voice hesitantly, worried I’ve upset him. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to be a creep. I’d blame it on the pregnancy hormones, but they're only partly to blame. You’re kind of gorgeous, if you haven’t noticed. Like, Greek god level attractive. That doesn’t mean it’s okay for me to treat you like a piece of meat, though. So again, I’m sorry,” I blubber, reduced to juvenile excuses from how off-kilter he makes me feel.

“Sunshine?” Col interrupts my rambling.

“Yes?” I squeak, peeking through a slit in my fingers.

“Would it make you happy to take your fill of my naked body?” he questions calmly. When I simply stand there, shifting from foot to foot, unsure of how to answer that, he steps forward and peels my hand away. I’m met with his gorgeous green eyes staring back at me, not a hint of anger in sight. “Would it?” he repeats, my gaze tracing his plump lips as they form every word.

“Yes,” I whisper, my heart racing a mile a minute.

“Good girl,” Col praises, stepping back several paces so all of him fills my vision.

And what a sight he is. Swallowing roughly, I start at the top of his head, following a bead of water as it makes a slow descent down the curve of his pecs, then over the dips and valleys of his abs, and lastly, to the Adonis belt carving his hips. Dipping lower, I tuck my lip between my teeth, finding a neatly trimmed patch of hair that rests above the impressive length of his cock. I didn’t get a good look at Raiden’s this morning, and I don’t particularly care to compare the two of them, but it’s safe to say that neither is lacking in size. My breaths grow heavier, my heartbeat syncing with the throbbing between my thighs. I press them together, hoping to alleviate the pressure, but it only serves as a siren call to Colsen.

“Sunshine,” he growls, the bass in his voice turning me on even more. “You’ve got three seconds to walk away.” I watch in fascination as he fists his cock, stroking it slowly while never breaking eye contact. The hounds of hell couldn’t pull me away.

Throwing caution out the metaphorical window, I lift my hand, raising one finger after another while mouthing along, one…two…three. I’ve barely raised the last one when his restraint snaps and he pounces. Scooping me off my feet, he spins us, placing me on the counter while kicking the door shut. His fingers twine through the hair at the base of my neck, gripping it tightly so he can tilt my head back. Col slams his mouth against mine, his tongue pressing forward and demanding entrance. I whimper when he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Reaching out, I glide my hand down his delicious abdomen before snaking my hand around his cock. The groan he emits when I tighten my fingers causes my core to grow slicker, completely soaking my underwear.

“Col,” I plead, begging him to touch me.

“I’ve got you, Sunshine.” He shoves my sundress up, bunching it around my thighs, then rips my panties off completely. Dangling them in front of me, he mutters, “I’m keeping these.” Not waiting for a response, he shoves two fingers deep inside of me. I jolt, not expecting the intrusion, but I’m so wet he glides in easily.

“Oh, fuck,” I whine, my hips canting forward as he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, rubbing my G-spot with expert precision. “Don’t stop, please don't stop.” I pump my hand in time with the thrusts of his fingers, the two of us fucking each other in sync.

“Never, Sunshine,” Col pants harshly. “I’m never gonna stop. You know that, right? You’ve sealed your fate, sweet girl.” He grunts when I tighten my hold on his cock, feeling like we’re in a silent race to see who can finish the other first. He shoves the top of my dress down and twirls his tongue around my nipple, the sensitive bud acting as a live wire to my clit.

“Col,” I screech, wincing when I remember that Briggs could’ve wandered back inside by now. How many times is he going to be forced to hear me orgasm today? “What the hell is it with me and bathrooms?” I question between moans.

“I don’t know what that means, and I doubt I want to,” Col grunts, his thumb joining the party and pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves that has me seeing stars. “But it won’t be long before everyone starts arriving, if they haven’t already. I need you to come, Sunshine,” he begs, holding off his own release by the skin of his teeth.