Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(110)

He was ready, and he could feel her getting there again. Pushing into her harder, his body slapping against hers, he added a little more pressure with his thumb to her neck, making sure not to hurt her as he fell over, filling her completely with his seed. Gasping, he thrust once more before, closing his eyes tight, sucking in a deep breath. Removing his hands from her throat and hip, he dropped them on both sides of her head, leaning down and kissing her hard on the mouth.

Pulling away only a breath, he whispered, “Sorry, I should have asked if you like that kind of thing.”

She smiled, moving her hands up his back and lacing her hands behind his neck. “I do. It was hot.”

He nodded, his nose against her as they shared the same breath. Opening his eyes, he met hers and he lost his breath. “You’re so beautiful.”

She bit into her lip, stroking his neck with her thumb before bringing him down for a long, chest-tightening kiss. When she pulled away, her hands cupping his face, the words were there and he was going to say them. “I… I..” Her eyes searched his, a smile playing on her lips, and he knew he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t do it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. When he opened them again, an easygoing smile rested on his lips. “I really liked that dance.”

“So it was good?”

“Great.”

“Awesome! Thank you! Hope it’s rated R in Mrs. Prissy’s eyes.”

He scoffed, moving his nose with hers. “Baby, that was more like NC-17.”

She smiled against his lips. “Thanks.”

“Oh, you are so welcome,” he said, cupping her butt as he looked deep into her intoxicating brown eyes. “I think you should dance all the time.”

“Really?”

“Yup,” he said with a nod. “It’s my favorite thing you do besides having sex with me.”

She laughed long and hard before standing up and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go upstairs; maybe I’ll do both for you again.”

He groaned loudly, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her jaw. She smiled up at him, and the words were there again. He wanted to say them, scream them, but when she sent him a carefree grin, pulling him out the door, he said nothing.





“I THINK Phillip got the wrong size.” Reese frowned as she looked down at what she thought was a too tight, number 33, Anderson jersey.

Claire grinned up at her, in a matching, much larger Anderson jersey as she shook her head. “No, it’s a woman’s size. That’s why it’s fitted.”

Reese frowned again. “Well, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted what you got. Why did Phillip get this?”

She giggled as she said, “Probably because it’s tight on your boobs. Come on, it’s Phillip.”

“Touché.” Reese laughed as they made their way through the crowd to their seats in Luther Arena. Tonight was game night. This was the night for the Assassins to make franchise history with an eighteen straight game win. The crowd was buzzing, and their excitement was contagious. Reese was grinning like a fool, bouncing on her heels as she followed Claire though the sea of people. She obviously knew where she was going and that calmed Reese because she didn’t. Usually she sat up in the boxes with Harper and Elli, and it was going to be weird sitting down by the ice.

Elli had offered her box to them, but Claire was very adamant on sitting in her seats. It was sort of cute but when Reese fell into the seat beside Claire, she understood why. The seats were spectacular, right behind the home bench. Reese had a perfect view of both goals and if there wasn’t glass in her way, she could reach out and touch the guys. It was probably a good thing that the glass was there though because, lately, she couldn’t keep her hands off Phillip if she tried.

They had been… well… seeing—no, no that wasn’t it… definitely not dating… but… well, hanging out, for three months now. It had been great. Not only was the sex so hot it could melt the ice in Luther Arena, but they had fun. They went bowling with Claire, dinner, movies, and damn, was she happy. Yes, it scared the living shit out of Reese. She was becoming comfortable, and it worried her that at any time Phillip could become bored and want to move on. Because of this, she enjoyed the living hell out of him. Absorbed every second she had with him and Claire because it was becoming natural to her. So natural that a couple of weeks ago, when Phillip went away, instead of Claire going to Harper’s, she came and stayed with Reese.

She knew it was crazy, and she really wasn’t thinking when she asked Phillip if it was okay. She mainly didn’t want to be alone. She missed him when he was gone and having Claire was second best to having him. Of course, Harper gave her a look and questioned her motives, but all Reese could say was that she didn’t want to be alone. She had no clue what that meant, but it was the truth. Thankfully, Phillip was okay with it, and Claire was all about it. It worked out for all of them, so why analyze it? Phillip sure wasn’t, neither was Claire, so she wouldn’t either.

Leaning back in her seat, she threw a handful of popcorn in her mouth as they watched the boys warm up. Phillip skated with ease, doing wide circles around the goal, his hair moving in the wind he was causing, and Reese was finding it hard to remember how to chew popcorn. He was just too damn sexy. Heart stopping even, all decked out in his Assassins’ gear. He looked bigger, stronger, all padded up and on his skates. Reese found herself only watching him. Man, he was a sight to watch.