Breakaway: A Coach’s Daughter College Sports Romance (Beyond the Play)

THE MOMENT I see Penny shove open the door and run down the stairs to my truck, I know she’s planning something.

One, I’ve never seen her wear a coat that long before; it’s cold, but not that cold. Two, her hair is soaking wet, and she told me just last week that she hates to go out without blow-drying her hair.

Oh, and third, she has a huge pink dildo in her hand. The present I got her at Dark Allure, to be exact, which her roommate has named Mark Antony for reasons neither has managed to explain without dissolving into giggles. I’m so distracted by the fact she didn’t put it in a bag or anything that I forget to unlock the passenger door. She knocks on the window with the dildo as she does a little dance to stay warm.

I roll the window down instead of unlocking the door. “You look deranged.”

“I’m freezing my tits off! Open the door!”

When I do, she hops in and kisses me without a second thought. That’s been happening a lot recently; kissing with our clothes on and everything. It’s like our kiss underneath the table in the library opened that possibility. I don’t hate it—I love it way more than I should, in fact—but it surprises me every time. She rips open her coat.

“Holy fuck,” I say.

Did I get into a car accident on the way here and this is my brain’s last-ditch effort to wake me from a coma? There’s no fucking way that Penny’s wearing those thigh-high boots I love along with a black lace bodysuit. I pinch myself on the arm, and it hurts like a bitch, so I guess I’m not dreaming.

She’s wearing dark lipstick. Her mouth curves into a delectable smile as she takes in my expression. “You like it?”

“Like it?” I say. My voice cracks like I’m a teenager again. “Red, are you trying to kill me?”

The bodysuit is practically painted on; it pushes her tiny breasts together in a sticky-sweet curve, and the ribs of the suit accentuate her shape in a way that makes me want to haul her into my lap and mold my hands to her hips. The bikini cut shows off her thighs to delicious perfection. My cock throbs. I want to be inside her so badly I can’t think straight.

“You said you need to relax,” she says. I did say that, not in so many words, but she got the drift and went above and fucking beyond. “Now hurry up, I didn’t take this shower for nothing.”

“Why did you?” I ask, reluctantly tearing away my gaze so I can focus on getting us back to my place in one piece.

“So you can fuck my ass, obviously,” she says.

I hit the brakes and practically throw the truck into park. Her eyes widen, like she really has no fucking clue what she’s giving me right now. I want to fuck her pussy, of course I do, but after her reaction to the suggestion, I haven’t pushed it again. If we get to the end of the list, that will be the last hurrah. Fucking her sweet bottom, though? I can’t stop fantasizing about it. I fingered her ass the other day, licked her there too after a spanking, and she came so hard she nearly cried.

I lean over and kiss her. I’m probably messing up her lipstick, but I don’t give a shit. She smells clean, like lavender and mint, and she licks right into my mouth like she’s just dying to get a taste of me. We make out for what must be a couple of minutes; my hands tangle in her wet hair and hers come around to clutch at my back. Eventually, though, I make myself pull away. If we go any further, I’m either going to be too distracted to drive or come in my pants, and neither sound all that appealing when I can finally be in Penny somewhere other than her soft mouth within the hour.

When we get to the house, I thank the universe that Izzy is out with friends and Sebastian is… wherever he is, I don’t know and don’t care now that he’s not the only one getting action, and carry Penny straight from the truck to my room. She’s laughing, breathless, squirming in my arms with the dildo still clutched in her hand. I toss her onto the bed, drinking in the sight of her. The coat’s open, her chest is heaving, and she looks good enough to eat.

“Callahan,” she says, sitting up on her elbows. “I’d have pushed for this sooner if I knew it would turn you into a werewolf.”

“Is that what your werewolves do?” I say as I tear off my jacket and fling it aside. I take off my shirt next, then work on my pants. She takes off her coat and throws it onto the floor, but thankfully doesn’t touch the rest. “Kidnap unsuspecting women and carry them away to their dens?”

“Sometimes,” she says cheekily.

I join her on the bed, pulling her into my arms and kissing her neck. I scrape my teeth down the column of her throat just to feel her shiver. “What about this?” I murmur.

Her breath stutters. “Always,” she says. Her nails scratch at my bare back. “You know a monster likes to bite.”

I do bite her then, lightly, drawing out a hitched moan. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? A bite?”

“As long as it comes with your cock.”

“There’s my girl.” I sit up, running my hand down her bare thigh. Her skin is smooth, pale and dotted with those freckles I can’t get enough of. “You really want me to fuck your ass?”

She nods, the words tumbling from her in a rush. “Please, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

I kiss her again. “Turn around.”

“Don’t rip this,” she warns.

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” I say, although really, even if I ripped it, I’d just buy her five more in whatever colors she wanted. A baby doll blue would look beautiful on her, although the black is striking against her complexion.

I start with her boots, unzipping them one at a time and letting them drop to the floor. I run my hands up the backs of her legs, cupping that lace-clad ass with my palms and squeezing. There’s a zipper on the side of the bodysuit. I tug it down slowly, an inch at a time, kissing and nibbling at the back of her neck as I do. Then I ease it away, reaching around to cup her tits and rub my thumbs over her nipples. She moans, reaching back to grab my arm as she looks over her shoulder.

“Let me know how you’re doing, okay?” I say, kissing her forehead. “We can stop anytime.”

She nods. “I’m ready.”

I don’t hear any hesitation in her voice, so I reach over to get lube and a condom from the nightstand. I run a hand down her back. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

She gets into position, trembling already, her head hanging low against the pillows on my bed. I give myself a moment to look at her perfect ass before smacking it lightly. Her soft cry makes my balls tighten; I want to get inside her immediately. I can’t, though—our arrangement means giving her the experiences she wants, and this is her first time trying anal. I need to go slowly. This is about her, not me, even though I’m the one who asked for the hookup.

I slick up my fingers and press a kiss to the cold nape of her neck. She shivers. I stroke my free hand down her side as I rub her asshole with my finger. “Relax, Red. I’ve got you. Just like last time.”

She does, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as I press my finger inside her. “I’ve fingered myself here before, too,” she says.

The mental image of that is so hot I need to stop for a second, but then I shake my head and force myself to focus. I’ve watched her touch herself before; several weeks ago, we had a memorable evening in her room where she used her old toy while I stroked myself. I came on her tits and licked them clean, and afterward, I stayed and watched The Bachelor with her and Mia. The thought of her slim fingers doing something so dirty makes my grip on her hip tighten.

I work the next couple fingers into her slowly, stretching a bit at a time. She’s trembling, moaning, her head turned to the side and her pretty mouth wide open as she submits to the dirty ways I’m touching her. When she’s pressing back against me every time I pull back, dying for more contact, I roll the condom onto my cock and stroke myself a couple of times with a slick hand.

“Breathe. Let me in.”

She nods, gasping as I spread her cheeks. The first press of the head of my cock against her asshole makes her pant, curling her hands in the sheets. She’s on her knees and elbows now; I hook my hand around her to splay over her belly, anchoring her at the angle I want.

When I’m in her all the way, relishing in her tight warmth, I press my lips to the nape of her neck. It’s tough to stay still, but I need to let her adjust. I rub her clit as I mouth at her shoulder, hoping to spark pleasure against any discomfort she’s feeling.

“Tell me how it feels.”

She just moans. I smile against her skin. “Use your words. Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she gasps out. “Fuck, you’re big.”

I let out a low laugh. “I know. You’re taking me so well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I thrust shallowly; the motion makes both of us moan. “You’re being so good. It’s like your body was made just for me.”

The words are catnip to her. I can practically feel her smile, how she relaxes. Fondness fills up my chest and spills through fucking everywhere—my heart, my lungs, in between every rib, settling in my stomach like a huge gulp of hot chocolate on a wintry morning. I can’t stop grinning. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever had, and if I’m being honest, she’s ruining me for anyone else.

“Move,” she begs. “Please, I need it.”

She needs it like I need it. I roll my hips as I fuck into her with more energy, building up a rhythm between my long thrusts and the strokes against her clit. She’s going to come just like this, I can feel it, stuffed full of my cock with her breath hitching. My balls are aching; I have to clench my ass to keep from blowing my load too early. She’s moaning loudly enough that I’m glad we’re the only ones in the house.

“Penny,” I groan. “Penelope. Gorgeous girl.”

“Put the dildo in my cunt,” she gasps out. “Please, I can take it. It’s on the list.”

I stutter, losing my rhythm. “What, Mark Antony?”

“Cooper,” she whines.

I reach across the bed and grab it. “That’s his name, right?”

She giggles, and the sound is like pure sunshine. “Don’t even, Callahan. Are you going to put it in or not?”

I’m distracted by the way she’s furrowing her brow, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. I wish I could kiss her from his angle, but I have to settle for pressing the dildo against her hole. She drops her forehead to the bed, shaking now like she’s about to fall to pieces; she must be close. I push it in without ceremony since she’s slick enough she’s dripping, and she fucking sighs when she’s stuffed full in both holes, like she’s been waiting for this moment and now she’s finally able to enjoy herself. I barely manage another two full thrusts before she comes, and her pleasure, the way her body grips me tight and doesn’t let me go, sends me over the edge.

It’s a long time before either of us move. She’s boneless, whining when I pull out, taking the toy with me. I pull on a pair of boxers, so I won’t accidentally flash my siblings if either comes home, then head to the bathroom down the hall for a washcloth. Penny’s in the same position when I come back. I gather her into my arms, and she kisses me tiredly, resting her head on my shoulder as I wipe her clean.

“Pretty girl,” I breathe. I kiss her again, long and slow, enjoying the weight of her against my chest.

“Feeling more relaxed?” she asks.

“I feel like I could go out on the ice tomorrow and get a hat trick.”

“Good. I’ve wanted that for ages, so thank you.” She snuggles even closer. “Is it okay if I…”

I wrap my arm over her middle. “You’re not leaving right now.”

“Oh, no?” she says teasingly.

“Not when we have The Return of the King to get to, finally.” I slide off the bed again and rummage around in my dresser for a sweater that Penny can wear, since she came over in basically nothing, and toss it to her before going over to my gear bag.

She pulls the sweater over her head. “Please tell me that Aragorn gets even hotter.”

“He does,” I say, mostly to hear more of her sweet laughter. “Heads up.”

I pull the bag of gummy bears out of a side pocket and toss it to her. She catches it, her eyes lighting up when she realizes what it is. “Gummy bears?”

I scratch the back of my neck. “Just remembered that you like them.”

Her smile makes my breath stick in my throat.

“That’s sweet of you.” She rips the bag open and pops one into her mouth. “Is anyone home? Can I use the bathroom first?”

A couple minutes later, we get settled in bed with my laptop balanced atop a pillow in front of us. Penny climbed into my lap when she came back from the bathroom, so we’re a tangle of limbs, but I don’t mind. As far as viewings of Lord of the Rings go, this has been my favorite, and I’ve seen these movies nearly a dozen times.

Penny puts a couple of gummy bears in my palm. When she turns to kiss me, her breath smells like sugar. “Thank you,” she says. “Even though they’re smelly. Why were they in your gear bag? I doubt my dad wants you guys eating candy on the bench.”

“I always like having a snack around.” The truth is I bought them and put them in my gear bag for a moment just like this. I knew she’d smile, and I wanted to see that smile happen because of me. I got exactly that, and while I’m glad we fucked—I really do feel more relaxed, ready to buckle down and focus on beating Merrimack—it’s that smile I’ll be thinking about as I take the ice tomorrow.

I press play on the movie. “I forbid you from screaming when the orcs are onscreen.”

“But they’re just so gross!”