Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(60)

PHILLIP WOKE up with a shit-eating grin on his face.

He spent most the night contorting Reese in every position imaginable before sinking into her repeatedly. He then came home and crashed into his bed, his body still tingling and hot from her touches. He had forgotten what she did to him. A good example of that was he had been waking up pissed off for the last couple weeks, but not this morning. Nope, this morning, he was smiling and he could hear the birds singing and babies being born. Maybe even angels laughing.

Too much? Maybe, but that was what Reese Allen did to him.

Rolling out of bed, he pulled his shorts up and headed for the kitchen to find Claire and Skylar at the kitchen table with their school books opened. If he had known that Skylar was over, he would have grabbed a shirt. He was pretty sure the girl had a crush on him, and that made him feel weird.

“Morning,” he said, reaching for the door of the fridge to get the milk out.

As he drank from the gallon jug, he heard Skylar giggling before Claire called out, “Ugh, Phillip, put a shirt on! Young eyes!”

He scoffed, putting the jug back into the fridge. “Whatever, I know you guys search for shirtless pictures of those One Direction boys.”

Skylar was still giggling as Claire groaned, “Whatever.”

He laughed as he pulled the bacon out. “You two hungry?”

“Yes, please.”

Phillip nodded as he grabbed the skillet to start cooking.

“You’re in a good mood.”

He looked up to find Claire watching him. He shrugged and tried to play it off as he said, “I guess.”

“You’ve been a grouch lately.”

He shrugged again as he asked, “Do you want waffles, too?”

It was a ploy to change the subject, and it worked as she nodded her head quickly. “Yes!”

“Awesome.”

When he noticed that he had to go soon, he hurried through cooking and then eating before rushing back to his room. After showering and grabbing his bag, he rushed back to the kitchen to say bye to the girls.

“All right, I got to go. I’ll be gone until after the game. There will be a car for you at six, Claire, be ready.”

“Hey, can you get a ticket for Skylar? Her mom said it was okay for her to go.”

“I’ll text you in a bit, let me see if I can. See you after the game, bye Skylar.”

“Bye!” they called as he headed for the door. As he got into his car, he called the ticketing office and was able to get the seat beside Claire’s. Driving faster than usual, he made his way to the area. He had a full day, and he was surprised that he was as awake as he was. After last night, he could have slept for weeks but, instead, he was wide awake, ready to play the game tonight.

Pulling into the Assassins’ parking garage, he got out and locked his doors before heading to the arena. He dialed Claire’s number, letting her know about the tickets, before clicking on Reese’s number. She answered on the second ring.

“Hey.”

Just that simple word had his cock coming to life. “Hey you, what are you up to?”

He could hear the smile in her voice. “Trying to figure out how I am going to teach classes today. You broke me last night.”

“Mm, maybe I can come over after my skate and fix you?”

She laughed. “I have classes all day. My first one will be here in thirty minutes.”

Disappointment filled him. He wanted to see her. Since he had a break between his skate and his meetings, he wanted to spend that time inside her. “You suck.”

Her laughter came over the phone. “Yeah, I do. You.”

He let out a little groan before going through the doors to the locker room. “Tease.”

“Yup, maybe tonight? After the game?”

“I can’t leave Claire two nights in a row.”

“Oh true, well then, hopefully I’ll see you soon?”

“You will, just not sure when. Maybe Monday? Before I leave.”

“You’re leaving again?”

“Yeah, for three weeks.”

“Ugh, now you suck.”

“I do, I know. Claire isn’t happy about it either.”

“I bet she isn’t. Do you want me to take her to the Chicago competition, or is Harper going to?”

Phillip paused. Fuck, he had forgotten. “Man, I completely forgot about that.”

He put her on speaker as he pulled up his calendar. It was programmed in there, how did he forget? He saw that he had a game that Saturday in Chicago, and then he would be free. He figured he could rent a car and drive Claire home from the competition. He might even get to watch her dance, which would be great.

“Yeah, can you? I’ll rent a car and drive her back.”

“Or we can all just ride back together. No big deal.”

He smiled. “That would be nice, but do you think you can keep your hands off me?”

He could tell she was smiling as she said, “Yes, I can, can you?”

He laughed as he fell next to Erik on the bench. “Maybe.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“We will see.”

“Yes we will,” he said, running his hand through his hair, a smile radiating off his face. She did things to him. Things he really liked. “Are you watching the game tonight?”