Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(9)



Ack.

Why hadn’t she enjoyed him more? It bothered her that she didn’t and, the more she thought about it, the more she realized this was Piper’s fault. If she didn’t have her sister in her head telling her she was getting old and needed to find a guy that would give her great hair-pulling, sweet, loving sex, she probably would have enjoyed him more. Instead, she rushed him through foreplay, straight to the prize that was in his pants. But was it really a prize? It was a nice dick, nothing to gush over, but again, it did the job.

Blah, what a waste of a night.

Deciding that it was time for him to go, she moved out from underneath him, causing him to fall off her and wake up. He looked up at her with a lazy smile, his eyes dancing along her naked body. He really was hot, but that was it. Oh well. Reaching for Dillon’s clothes, she threw them on the bed before sliding into her robe.

“All right, I had a great time, but I gotta get up early. Time to go.”

Dillon looked up at her, confused.

“Excuse me?”

“You need to go,” she said, pointing to the door.

“Why? Can’t I stay? We could chill, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“No, and no, and no again,” she said as she cringed. The breakfast part wasn’t so bad since she loved breakfast food, but there was no way she was cuddling with this guy. She didn’t cuddle.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. Again, it was fun, but I need you to go.”

He looked at her astonished, but thankfully, he got up and started to get dressed. She went to the kitchen for a glass of water and when she turned, he was walking towards her. Placing his hat on his head, he leaned in, giving her a small kiss on her lips before pulling away to look at her.

“Can I get your number?”

She shook her head. “Sorry buddy, one-time deal here.”

“Really? Wow. I’ve never met someone like you.”

Reese smiled. “Yeah, I’m one in a million.”



It’s not his fault… he doesn’t know.

Phillip wasn’t going to kill Patrick Franklin, but Claire was fair game.

Walking into the room he shared with Claire to find her in bed with the new rookie wasn’t how he wanted to end his night but, for the last three months, Claire had done any and everything to piss him the f*ck off. He usually kept his cool but, this time, this time she had succeeded. While she looked up at him, her legs crossed with a conniving little look on her face, Patrick, or as the guys called him, Patty, rushed to pull his jeans up before throwing his shirt on. He wasn’t sure how far they got, but surely not far since Claire was still in her bra and panties.

Right? When a vision of all the things he has done to girls that wore more than that came to mind, he shut his eyes, shaking his head. “Put some clothes on,” he spat out at her.

She rolled her eyes before doing as he asked. Patty tried to get by him, but Phillip pushed him into the wall, holding him in place by his shoulder. He could see the fear in his eyes, and he should be scared. He was lucky that Phillip wasn’t killing him right now, but he knew this wasn’t Patty’s doing. The kid was as quiet as a mouse and overall a good guy. Phillip thought he had a girlfriend, but maybe he was wrong.

“Do you know how old she is, Patty?”

“She said she was nineteen.”

Phillip cut Claire a look and she just smiled at him, shrugging her shoulders. Shaking his head, he looked back at the shaking rookie.

“She’s sixteen.”

Patty almost lost his footing as his eyes went wide.

“Oh f*ck, please, Phillip, don’t tell anyone. I didn’t know. I didn’t even sleep with her, I promise.”

“We were about to, until we were interrupted,” Claire added. “Thanks for ruining my night.”

Phillip could only see red as his grip on Patty’s arm tightened.

“She is my niece, and she is completely off limits. I’m pretty sure I told everyone that.”

He shook his head quickly. “I don’t remember that, man. I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.”

“You got that right.”

Phillip let go of his shoulder and watched as he almost fell trying to get out of the room. He kicked the door shut and turned to find Claire with her hands on her hips and that same defiant look on her face. If he hadn’t caught her smiling while she was watching a movie, he’d think she was permanently angry.

“What the hell, Phillip? You were supposed to go out tonight!”

Whoa, wait a minute. Was she actually mad at him?

“Um, excuse me, I did go out, but I came back to make sure you weren’t hungry,” Phillip pointed out.

“Not for food, but my hunger for Patrick is another story. That boy is Grade A fine.”

Phillip pinched the bridge of his nose as he took in deep breaths. In the last three months since bringing Claire to Nashville, nothing had changed. Other than the lack of a sex life Phillip was going through, Claire was still a mouthy, angry teenager that was out to ruin him. She did everything in her power to drive him insane. She wouldn’t talk to him, unless she was yelling at him about keeping her on the road with him. He constantly had to hear about her being bored, how she wanted to sleep in a real bed, and how she wanted to hang out with people her own age. She made it seem like all she wanted was to be back in Minnesota. When he suggested she go back to living with Alice, she would get irate, and they would spend most of the night screaming at each other.

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