Breaking Away

by Toni Aleo

  “She’s so hateful; you could do so much better,” Audrey said, but then quickly added, “No offense, Piper.”

  “She is not. She’s just rough around the edges. You just have to get to know her. She’s such a good person. Tell them, Erik.”

  “Yeah, what she said,” Erik said, causing Tate and Audrey to laugh, but Phillip couldn’t laugh because Piper was right. Reese was amazing; she was just a little hard to deal with. He knew the real Reese though.

  Watching as she moved with penis head on the dance floor, he said, “She’s the girl for me.”

  And he completely believed that he only had to break through the walls she had built up around her. She was fickle and yeah, hateful, but she had her reasons and he still wanted her. He was probably a glutton for punishment, but he could see it in her eyes.

  She wanted him, and he was going to get her.

  “Come on, Brooke.”

  “What? Where we going?” she asked, stopping him from moving.

  He looked back at her and smiled, his confidence in no way dented. He knew he was driving Reese crazy, and he wasn’t ready to stop. She could say what she wanted, but he knew it was just her putting extra stones in her walls. He planned to the knock them the fuck down.

  “To dance.”

  Dean couldn’t dance.

  All he kept doing was humping her ass as she tried to move to the music. It was very annoying, but it also didn’t take much to move with him so it gave her time to replay her interaction with Phillip.

  Asshole.

  Then again, she was a bitch but still, he took it insanely too far. Or maybe she did? A man’s dick was the Holy Grail to them, and she said the unthinkable. Why, she wasn’t sure. He made her mad. She didn’t understand why he thought bringing a girl to their table was smart. Was he trying to piss her off? She thought breaking it off with him would be good for both of them but as Dean humped her ass, all she could do was wonder why she thought it was a good idea. She was miserable, and she sure as hell didn’t want to see him with this chick.

  What did that even mean?

  She had no clue but out the corner of her eye, she saw Phillip. Turning her head, she watched as the girl moved along the same body she had been wanting for the last two weeks. Phillip’s eyes were dark, a grin sitting on his beautiful mouth, as she pressed herself against him, moving in perfect unison with the music. Yeah, she was pretty, gorgeous even, but that was beside the fact. It pissed Reese off that it wasn’t her in his arms.

  His eyes cut to hers and she bent over, pushing her butt into Dean’s groin. He was hard. Ew… but that didn’t matter; she had to show Phillip what he was missing. Moving like she was on a pole, she rubbed and made love to Dean with Phillip watching. His eyes never left hers as the girl he was with moved with him. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, Reese shook her ass, biting into her lip as she ran her hands down her breast, hoping to entice Phillip.

  Hoping to drive him insane.

  His eyes were dark, really dark, not the blue she loved, and he was breathing heavily, but she didn’t know if that was because of her or the girl. She watched as his hands gripped the girl’s thighs, and he whispered something into her ear. She shot him a smirk before turning to take his hand in hers. Reese watched as she dragged him off the floor to the side door of the club. When the door shut, Reese exhales a breath as her shoulders fell.

  He left with her.

  Anger coursed through her veins as her eyes stayed glued to the door they went out. Dean was busy making love to her ass, while all she could do was fume about the fact that he left. With her! Had he been sleeping around since they parted? Why did she care? She broke it off with him; she lied and made it seem like he didn’t matter. She was the one at fault here. Why was she so mad? Why was she allowing this jealousy to eat at her like this?

  There was no explanation but damn it, she was.

  Breaking away from Dean, she headed for the door. For what, she didn’t know, but she needed to tell Phillip that he was an asshole. Yes, that was what she needed to do. Stomping through the club, she reached the side door and pushed it opened, her blood boiling and her body ready for a fight, but she paused when she saw Phillip leaning against the wall, his phone in his hands.

  Alone.

  The girl wasn’t on her knees in front of him or even bent over with her ass in the air. She was nowhere to be seen.

  Confused, Reese yelled, “What the hell?”

  Phillip looked over at her and stood up, his face scrunching together. “What the hell, what?”

  “Where is the girl?’

  “Why does it matter?”

  “Because it does! I saw y’all leave together!”

  “And? Why are you following me?”

  That made her pause, and the silence stretched between them. A sly grin crossed his face as he took a step towards her. “Why did you follow me, Reese? I have a horsefly dick remember, and also, I’m not good enough for you to give up all the other dicks in the world.”

  “I followed you to tell you you’re an asshole!” she yelled, her body shaking in awareness of how close he was getting.

  “Yeah, I can be,” he said, his eyes glued to hers, like a lion watching his prey. His body was taut, his breathing heavy, and she was convinced that he was going to attack her at any moment.

  And she knew she wouldn’t stop him.

  “You called me a slut!” she yelled, poking him in the chest with her finger. He laced his fingers with hers, pushing her hand up against the wall as his eyes held hers.

  “Because you said my dick is small and we both know it’s not, that it does keep you interested, and rocks your fucking world, but you’ll never admit that, will you? Instead, you push me away when I give you everything, and for what? Some random dude that won’t treat you the way I will.”

  “I don’t care how they treat me as long as they fuck me good. You, on the other hand, want things I don’t want. I just want to have fun.”

  “No, you want to control this. You want to fuck and dump, not try for something that could actually make you happy. I was getting too close, I was finding cracks in your walls, and because of that, you flipped and pushed me away.”

  This guy was nuts. That was not the reason. She pushed him away because she didn’t want those things. She didn’t want to be in a relationship; she wanted to have fun. She was out there to tell him that but, instead, she was getting lost in his eyes. Her hand squeezed his as her other hand shook, wanting to touch him, but then she remembered that he was an asshole and went to push him away. All it did was push her against the cold cement, then his body was trapping hers, and it felt so good. So fucking good.

  “There are no cracks in my walls,” she whispered.

  Phillips eyes never left hers, his mouth only a breath away. “If you say so.”

  “I don’t like you,” she said, but she knew her body and eyes told him differently.

  A grin turned up his lips before he nodded. “Yeah, you do. A lot.”

  Before she could tell him he was insane, his mouth was moving with hers, hard. She melted into him, her heart pounding against her ribs, as he pushed himself into her. Oh, he was hard, deliciously hard, everywhere, and oh, how she missed that. He let her hand go, running his hands down her body before squeezing her thighs, making her moan and also proving that, yeah, she did like him. Moving her hands under his shirt, she raked her nails over his muscles, his warm skin, as he nibbled at her mouth. She wanted to be mad that he saw through her, but his mouth could honestly turn a nun into a sinner. His kisses were urgent, rough, demanding, and she had no complaints as she kissed him back with a blazing hot need. Picking her up, he slammed her against the wall, nibbling down her chin, sucking at her neck as his hands traveled up her thighs into her skirt.

  She let out a soft moan as his fingers tickled the bottom of her ass before cupping her dripping wet pussy. She moaned out, a little cold air cloud around her mouth, but then he stopped and pulled out from her neck to
look into her face.

  “Mmm,” he said, dipping his finger inside her. “You naughty girl, where are your underwear?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. His eyes were full of lust, his mouth parted, swollen, and his jaw was taut, as if he was about to lose it at any moment. “You can’t wear underwear with this dress.”

  He groaned before taking her mouth with his, moving his tongue with hers in a way that had her toes curling in her pumps. She heard the jingle of his belt, and then he was thrusting inside her so hard that lights went off behind her eyes. She cried out as he continued to thrust up into her, her back slamming against something hard, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered. The coldness, the hardness of the wall, nothing. All that mattered was Phillip. He was so hot.

  Holding her thighs, he pounded into her in a way that made her have to cover her mouth with his neck to keep from screaming out. As she bit down on his neck, he squeezed her thighs as he changed the rhythm of his thrust, hitting just the right spot to make her squirm in his arms.

  “Come. Come now, Reese, I can’t hold off much longer.”

  “Oh God, I am,” she cried out at his demand. Digging her nails into his shoulder, she squeezed him with her climax as she tried to gasp for breath. His groans were music to her ears, his fingers biting into her, and his body hard against hers as he took what he wanted.

  Which was basically everything.

  He caught her mouth with his, thrusting once, then twice, before stilling, his breathing hot against her mouth as he tried to catch his breath. She ran her hands up his back, onto his neck, before tangling her fingers in his hair, bringing his head up so she could kiss him.

  She didn’t want to like him. She didn’t want anything to do with him but, as her mouth moved with his, she wasn’t sure it mattered what she wanted.

  “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

  “IUD,” she gasped out.

  “That means you can’t get pregnant, right?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Cause I didn’t even try to get a condom. I needed to be in you. Sorry about that.”

  She was worried for maybe a second before she shrugged her shoulders. “You’re clean, right?”

  “Like a whistle.”

  “Me too, so no harm done.”

  “Good,” he said, moving his lips up her neck, the hair from his chin tickling her as he whispered, “Now tell me you brought him to make me jealous.”

  She scoffed. “Please, I had no clue you were here.”

  His hand slid up under her breast, his thumbs rubbing her rock-hard nipples in a slow, deliberate way. “Yes you did. You saw me. You walked in alone.”

  How did you know that? She eyed him, and then asked, “The girl?”

  “No way, you first.”

  She smiled, hiding her face in his neck. “Fine, yes, I did.”

  He let out a breath and squeezed her hips as he kissed her neck. “I owe Brooke and her girlfriend dinner. You should come.”

  Reese laughed. “She’s gay?”

  “Yup, but it worked. You were jealous.”

  She smacked him playfully on the arm, a smile pulling at her mouth. “I was not.”

  “You can’t even say that with a straight face!” he accused, kissing her lips.

  “Whatever.”

  “Don’t worry, I was jealous too.”

  “Good.”

  He laughed as he rolled his eyes. She bit into her lip as she looked into his eyes.

  “Are we still being honest?” she asked. She wasn’t sure why she asked that. Was it the kisses? Was it the way he made her feel? She wasn’t sure, but she needed to admit something.

  “Sure,” he whispered against her mouth, his nose moving softly with hers.

  “I haven’t slept with anyone since we started sleeping together.”

  His eyes went wide before he gave her the biggest shit-eating grin ever. “Oh really?”

  “Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything. It just means I like having sex with you.”

  “Why did you say you had?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, looking away, but he took her chin in his hand, bringing her face back to him. She blinked, letting out a breath as she said, “I don’t know.”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I can do that but really, don’t put too much into it. I just want sex.”

  “So, you don’t want me for my fertile loins?” he asked, before taking her bottom lip with his teeth.

  She pushed him away even though she wanted to melt into him. “Phillip,” she stressed.

  “Okay, fine, fine, sex, you like sex with me, that’s it.”

  “No, I like you, you’re a great guy, but really, Phillip, you have to trust that I am being real with you. I don’t do relationships. I don’t know how to love anymore. I just know I want to sleep with only you.”

  “Okay.”

  She eyed him and couldn’t help feeling that he thought she was bullshitting him. That he didn’t believe her. “I don’t want labels. I just want to have fun, but we are kind of screwed because everyone knows we are fooling around.”

  “Reese, stop overthinking this. Let’s have fun. Let’s be us. No labels, no nothing… just fun. No one will say anything if we ask them not to. We’ll be fine.”

  He obviously didn’t know her family but, before she could point that out, he captured her mouth with his. Slowly kissing her in a way that was still demanding. God, she really enjoyed his kisses. As he pulled back, still stealing kisses, he smiled before resting his head against hers. As she looked up into his eyes, she knew she was in trouble, but she couldn’t seem to push him away. She wanted him. She, in some way, maybe needed him. That scared her, but it didn’t keep her from pressing her lips to his and getting lost in his kisses.

  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.