Page 92 of Break Out

“Caleb told me he got our assistant equipment manager to move my luggage for me.” He shakes his head before muttering, “What’d I do to deserve these guys?”

“They’re family,” I say, resting a hand on his chest and going up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “You know they’d do anything for you. Just like you’d do anything for them.”

“Yeah,” he agrees hoarsely.

The elevator dings on the tenth floor, and Brody whisks me out and down the hall. His pace quickens, and I can’t help but laugh. “Slow down.”

“Hurry up, woman. I’ve got a present to unwrap.” He peeks at me over his shoulder, his eyes sweeping down my body. I shiver. He means me, doesn’t he?

“Fucking finally,” Brody says, coming to a stop at the last door along the hallway. “Couldn’t have picked a room closer to the elevator,” he mutters as I pull out the room key from my purse, unlock the door, and push it open so we can walk in.

“They got us a—” I start to say, but my words are cut off by Brody’s mouth as he cages me against the wall next to the door and kisses me. I sink my hands into his still soaking wet hair as he grips my hips, pulling me closer.

“Brody.” I pull away from him and turn the deadbolt on the door. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yeah,” he says, yanking his suit jacket off. “Too many clothes. Take them off.” He steps back and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls it off, and my mouth waters at my best friend turned lover standing in front of me shirtless, his hard cock pressing against his trousers.

“Aubrey. Clothes.”

“Yeah, okay,” I say, snapping out of my Brody-induced haze to take off my sweatshirt. I reach for the hem of my Storm jersey, but before I can take it off, Brody’s batting my hand away.

“Leave it on. But everything else needs to go.”

I let out a bark of laughter, doing as he asks, even reaching under it to take off my bra, which I let fall to the floor.

“Come on,” I say, turning and walking to the bed.

“Fuck, that’s hot, you wearing my number,” Brody says from behind me. I peek over my shoulder and see him fisting his cock as he watches me. I’ve had this jersey for years, but this is the first time I’ve gone to a game as his girlfriend.

“How do you want me?”

“I can’t decide if I want to watch you ride me with my name across your back or if I want to bend you over the bed and take you that way. Fucking hell, Aubrey. I never understood it when the guys talked about seeing their women in their numbers. Now, I understand one hundred percent.” While he’s speaking, he slips a hand between my legs and strokes my aching center.

I groan when his finger makes contact with my clit. I’ve been so keyed up watching him play hockey, him telling me how hot it is to see me wearing his name and number is winding me up even more. “Fuck me, Brody. Now,” I demand, leaning down so I’m bent over the bed, my ass peeking out from the edge of my shirt.

“Okay, but you’re riding me later wearing that.”

Before I can respond, Brody lines up his cock and slides inside me. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. Between all the adrenaline from the game and seeing you in my jersey. I’m dying, Aubrey.”

“Fuck me, Brody. Give it all to me. I can take it.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before Brody pulls out and slams back into me. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the feel of him pistoning in and out. He reaches a hand around me and finds my clit, and far too quickly, I’m yelling his name as an orgasm rockets through me. He’s not far behind. I giggle as the endorphins leave my body, and he slumps over me, spent.

“I got you something for your birthday,” I say thirty minutes later from where I’m lying on his chest.

We got cleaned up, then pulled back the blankets, got into bed, and cuddled. I thought he’d want to go another round right away, but I think we’re both tired from today.

“You got me something? You didn’t have to do that. You being here was enough.”

I go over to my suitcase that’s sitting next to the closet door, unzipping it and pulling out his present. I saunter back to the bed, noting how Brody’s gaze heats as he watches me. He sits up, leaning against the headboard, the blanket slipping down so his bare chest is exposed, and my eyes rake down his body. My gaze dips lower, and I grin at the tent that’s forming between his legs, my mouth watering for another taste of him. Clearing my throat, I hand him the small, wrapped box.

“Can we do this later? I see something else I’d like first,” he rasps out, staring at my naked body. I took off my jersey when we laid down but promised I’d put it back on for our next round of sex. I make a mental note to buy another one since he seems to love it so much when I wear it.

“This first,” I say, climbing back into bed and handing him the box.

Chuckling, he rips off the wrapping and opens the box. Clearly, the man is in a hurry, and I can’t say I blame him.

“What’s this?” he asks, pulling the pair of briefs with constellations and telescopes all over them out of the box.