Breaking Away

by Toni Aleo

  Phillip then leaned over, kissing her cheek. When he parted, he knew damn well he wouldn’t call her. She was fun to flirt with, but he could tell she was looking for the one, and he was in no way, shape, or form the one. His life was crazy right now, and he had no time to look for that special someone. With a grin on his face, he turned and started for his friends, but when he noticed the girl that had been starring in his wet dreams standing beside Piper, he stopped dead in his tracks. Like it had been doing all week, his heart kicked up in speed as his groin tightened, while he took in every inch of her. Reese was wearing the shortest red skirt ever, the back of her thighs begging him to lick them. The black top she wore was see-through, giving him a view of the sexy black lace bra she wore. His hands itch to unbutton each button before nibbling at the lace that enclosed her breasts from him. Her hair cascaded down her back, and she wore red high heels that had a black heel on them, which made her legs so fucking sexy it made his mouth water. He was so hard, and he had no clue what to do next.

  When Erik turned and looked at him, his eyebrow came up as he said, “What are you doing?”

  Piper and Reese turned and while Piper just smiled in a friendly way, Reese’s eyes darkened as she took him in, her eyes stopping at his groin, before a Cheshire cat-type grin came across her face. When her eyes met his, he lost his breath. He didn’t understand the pull that had manifested between them, but it scared the living shit out of him. He couldn’t risk putting anything crappy between him and Claire, but taking in the gorgeous woman in front of him, he was tempted to take the chance.

  Shaking his head, he said, “Nothing, just taking in the two most beautiful women in the room.”

  Piper’s face darkened in color as Reese ran her tongue along her bottom lip, her eyes still on him. He knew he should just go home, he couldn’t handle this, but he knew damn well he wasn’t going anywhere. Not when Reese was close enough to touch.

  “Well, stop staring at my woman, the other one, have at it.” Erik laughed as Piper nuzzled closer, looking between him and Reese.

  “You’ve meet Reese right, Phillip?” Piper asked with a small smile.

  Leaning onto the table, he looked over at Reese and said, “I have had the pleasure many times this week.”

  Reese’s mouth picked up at the side as she said, “He’s been around for like ever.”

  “I know; I just wasn’t sure if y’all had officially met.”

  Reese shrugged her shoulders as she said, “I don’t think we have, but we know about each other.”

  Phillip smiled as he held out his hand.

  “I’m Phillip Anderson.”

  Reese bit her lip before placing her small hand in his. As he held her hand, his eyes bored into her. She smiled as she said, “I’m Reese Allen. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “The pleasure is all mine,” he said in a throaty way that had Erik laughing.

  “Be careful with that one, Phillip. She’s the evil twin,” Erik teased.

  Reese laughed as she pulled her hand from Phillip’s. Flashing him a grin, she said, “Maybe.”

  Phillip shrugged his shoulders, his eyes still on Reese as he said, “I like playing on the dark side.”

  Erik laughed as Piper shook her head. Reese just held his gaze, her eyes swirling with lust and all things dirty, as Phillip’s heart hammered in his chest. He watched as Reese brought her straw to her lips as she slowly sipped the drink, her eyes locked on his, and he knew at that moment there was no way he could move out from behind that table. If he did, everyone was going to get an eyeful. Looking away before he jumped over the table and promptly kissed the fuck out of her bright red lips, he turned to Erik and said, “How’s Dimitri?”

  “Good, Mom and Dad took him for the weekend before I leave. They said we need time together.”

  Piper laughed beside him.

  “We miss him like crazy,” she admitted with a grin.

  “Yeah, we do,” Erik said with a nod. “We are going to go steal him back tomorrow.”

  “They are right though. Y’all do need time together,” Reese added.

  Piper shrugged her shoulder as she leaned into Erik. It was so great to see them together and not screaming at each other. Piper had always seemed like such a sweet girl, but Phillip had seen firsthand Piper beat the shit out of an innocent TV and Xbox. That girl was dangerous. Lucky for Erik, she was completely and utterly in love with him, as he was with her. They were good for each other. Even though it wasn’t something that Phillip wanted for himself right now, since he had Claire to worry about, he was happy for Erik. He deserved someone special like Piper and, while he enjoyed the joys of being married, Phillip decided that it was time for him to enjoy the company of the female variety. Looking across the table, he wished he could enjoy Reese’s company, but she was completely off limits.

  Right?

  As the night went on, the drinks kept coming and the limits that Phillip was supposed to be abiding by were becoming a little fuzzy. He was having a great time. Erik and Piper were great company but, if he was honest, it was Reese that was making it such a great time. It seemed that the foursome had divided into a twosome, and the conversation was stimulating. He never really cared what girls talked about, usually it was shallow and stupid, but with Reese, it was different. She was smart, quick, and he enjoyed the way her lips moved. It was as if he had tunnel vision, and she was the center of it. They talked about everything, the city, the people they knew, and the places they loved to go, but he wanted to know more.

  A lot more.

  “Claire loves dancing with you.”

  “She’s amazing, Phillip, honestly. I’ve never been so impressed by a girl in my life. You should be proud.”

  Phillip nodded. “I am.”

  “I think Claire likes it that you are there.”

  He scoffs, looking over at her over his whiskey cup. “She won’t let me watch her.”

  “She will,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. It was as if she knew that he meant not only about dance, but in general.

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “Don’t worry, I am,” she said with a wink. He smiled as he leaned towards her.

  “How long have you been dancing?”

  “A very long time, since I was three. How long have you played hockey?”

  “Since I was around eight.”

  “You’re good. I’ve seen you play.”

  “You spying on me?” he teased.

  She laughed before saying, “I watch my brother-in-laws, and you are part of the package.”

  “Liar, I bet you watched me the whole time.”

  “You wish,” she laughed, smacking his arm. His arm tingled and, when he looked up at her, he knew she felt it, too.

  With their gazes locked on each other, Phillip let out the breath he was holding as he said, “Admit it, you think I’m the best out there, and I turn you on with my sick moves.”

  That broke their intense stare down as she snorted with laughter. Soon, he was laughing just as hard.

  “You did not just snort,” he laughed as she fell into him, giggling.

  Sitting up, she looked up at him, trying not to laugh as she said, “I am sorry, but I do not get turned on by hockey. I need a man touching me, using his mouth in the most inappropriate way, to turn me on.”

  Phillip mouth picked up at the side as he leaned towards her, his face only inches from hers. His cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans as he asked, “Is that right?”

  She smiled as she said, “Yes, it’s all about the eye contact, the way a man makes me feel, that turns me on. It doesn’t happen easily.”

  Giving her a confident grin, he said, “I bet I could turn you on.”

  She shrugged her shoulders, playfully, a devious look in her eyes as she said, “Maybe.”

  The simple word hung between them as her eyes darkened with lust, and his cock became so hard that it was hard to breath. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath she
took, as her eyes never left his. He wanted to look down, admire her breasts, but her eyes held his captive. When she licked her lips, he almost groaned. Soon, he was leaning towards her because he was going to fucking kiss her. He had to… fuck limits, fuck why this was a bad idea—he needed her. She must have known what he was about to do because her mouth parted, ready for him, but before he could even make it to those luscious lips, Piper interrupted them, asking, “Y’all wanna come dance?”

  Taking in a deep breath, moving away from her, he nodded.

  Yes... yes, he did.

  Taking in deep breaths, Reese could only blink at her sister while her body wailed for the man that was about to kiss her. It was such a surprise when she turned and saw him standing there watching her. He was in a pair of fitted jeans and a blue Henley that made his eyes shine and showed each muscle in his arms. When she saw that he was sporting a hard-on, she knew she was in trouble. It had already been a feat not to attack him at the studio when he would drop Claire off, but now, being in close proximity of him, she knew there was no doubt that something was going to happen. What, she wasn’t sure, but her body hoped it would involve them being naked, while her mind told her to run away. He was a bad idea, too much was tied to him, and she couldn’t risk fucking any of that up.

  Reese had been lusting after him since the first time he came into the studio. It was wrong, and she knew it. What she didn’t expect was for them to get along so well. The whole night, they couldn’t stop talking and she loved it. He knew some of the same people she knew and enjoyed most of the bars she liked. He was easy to talk to, with a quick grin and a flirty way to him that she found she really liked. It blew her mind that she enjoyed talking to him since usually when she wanted to fuck a man stupid, she didn’t want to talk—she wanted them naked. He made her laugh, and it had been a long time since she laughed so hard she snorted. She felt great. She wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or Phillip, but she was leaning more towards the latter. There was something about him that pulled her towards him and that was bad, because he almost kissed her and she almost let him.

  Fuck, she needed to get away.

  “Yeah, come on, Reese,” he said, taking her hand in his.

  “Huh? What?”

  “Let’s dance,” he said, flashing a wide grin.

  “No way,” she said, stopping, her hand falling out of his. There was no way she could dance with him and be able to keep her hands or hell, even her lips, to herself.

  “Why not?” he asked, coming closer to her, “You scared I’ll out dance you?”

  Laughter bubbled out of her as she shook her head.

  “I do this for a living.”

  “I know, so show me your moves.”

  She shook her head again, crossing her arms under her breasts. She knew it pushed them up and out of the lace bra she wore, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to look and was rewarded when his eyes fell to her chest. Her heart picked up in speed and heat gathered between her thighs, as his eyes practically devoured her breasts. To her surprise, she was able to mutter, “No.”

  Phillip’s grin was unstoppable as he came closer, his hands resting on her hips. “What… are you scared I’ll kiss you?”

  Her eyes locked on his and she shook her head, acting as if his words didn’t leave her breathless.

  “I’ve kissed guys before, Phillip; that doesn’t scare me.”

  “Maybe, but you’ve never kissed a man, and let me tell you, it will be the best kiss of your life.”

  She rolled her eyes, pushing him away with her hands.

  “You’re so cocky.”

  “And you like it.”

  “Whatever, it’s a bad idea anyway. Let’s go get another drink.”

  “No way, I want to dance,” he said, taking hold of her again, pulling her body close to his as “Drop it Low” by Ester Dean blasted through the speakers. When he leaned in, she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he whispered, “With only you, and I know you want to dance with me.”

  Biting into her lip, she couldn’t say no any longer as she felt every single delectable inch of him. Reese was starting to realize that Phillip’s body was 200+ pounds of compressed bad ideas, but she wanted nothing more than to live each one out with him. Nodding her head, she started to move against him as a slow grin went over his face, his eyes glued to hers. She couldn’t help it; she smiled back as his grip on her became tighter. Running her hands up his chest, she took hold of his broad shoulders as she moved herself against him. Turning around, she pressed her ass against him as his hands fell to her thighs, holding on as she grinded into him. When he moved his face into the crook of her neck, she closed her eyes as he slid his nose up, getting lost in her hair.

  She usually didn’t dance with guys, it made her think of Kevin, but he was the last thing she was thinking of now. As Phillip’s hands came up over her stomach, she moved harder against him, loving the feel of his long, hard length against her ass. God, she wanted him, so bad she could feel herself shaking from it. When he nuzzled against her ear and placed a kiss there, she almost came undone, but then he whispered, “I watch you, all the time. I have never wanted someone the way I want you.”

  She couldn’t breathe. When he took hold of her chin, turning her so she was facing him, she didn’t stop him. She should have, but she didn’t. Instead, when he dropped his mouth to hers, she kissed him back. Turning in his arms, she moved up on her tippy toes, kissing him just as hard as he was kissing her. Her heart pounded against her ribs. His fingers tangled in her hair as she held onto his shoulders, trying to climb up his body to be closer, but his other hand held her close, not allowing her to move. When he ran his tongue along her lip, she gasped before meeting her tongue to his, deepening the kiss. His hands bit into her skin, but she wanted it, craved it.

  Pulling away slowly, she bit his bottom lip, receiving a grin as he looked down at her, his blue eyes so dark they looked gray. She inhaled deeply, her chest pressed to his, as his hands moved up her neck to hold her chin. His eyes searched hers and then he said, “Let’s go.”

  “What?” she asked, even though she heard him just fine. She just needed a moment for something to stop this.

  “Let’s go. I need you naked and under, and all over me. Now.”

  Oh God.

  She blinked and took in deep breaths, waiting for something to stop this, to tell her this was wrong. To be the fucking voice of reason, but nothing, no one, came. It was just them. People moving around them, music pulsating and lights flashing, and all she saw was him.

  Fuck it.

  Nodding, she took his hand, leading him through the crowd and out the door, grabbing her jacket and purse on the way out. Piper would be pissed she left without saying goodbye, but she needed to get home and explore the sex on legs that was following her. When they reached the door, the cold air hit her in the face. Phillip took her jacket, holding it out for her. She smiled up at him as she slid into it, turning to look up at him once it was on. He ran his fingers along her jaw, biting down on his lip as he held her gaze.

  “Ready for some fun?”

  Reese slowly ran her tongue along her lips.

  “I think the question is—are you ready?”

  Taking her in his arms, he captured her mouth with a quickness only a man in need could accomplish, before kissing her senseless. Pulling back, he smiled as he whispered against her lips, “Baby, I was born ready.”

  REESE FORGOT how much she liked to make out with a man. The teasing bites, the soft caresses, and the deep kisses that led up to the main event were mind blowing. Phillip wasn’t kidding when he said he could kiss the hell out of her. It was like an art the way his lips moved against hers. The skillful way his tongue tantalized hers. His hands were rough, she wasn’t used to that, but she found that she loved it. Especially when he held the back of her thigh in his hand, bringing her leg over his lap as he deepened the kiss. The poor cabbie was getting one hell of a show, but she didn’t care at all and doubted he
minded.

  She hadn’t been kiss thoroughly by a man in years, and she was enjoying it immensely with Phillip. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to be wrapped in this man’s arms and never have him let go. When he slid her thong over and dipped his fingers inside of her, she groaned against his mouth before he covered her lips with his own, catching her moans. Flicking his finger along her clit had her withering against him as he continued to kiss the stuffing out of her.

  The taxi came to a stop, and the cabbie said, “We’re here, folks.”

  Reese gasped out as Phillip withdrew his hand and smiled down her. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips before whispering, “I’m gonna make you come so hard once we are inside.”

  Falling back into the seat, breathless, she watched as Phillip paid before climbing out. He turned, still grinning as he reached for her. She went with him willingly, ignoring the smirk the cabbie wore. Holding her tight against him, they walked up to the door of her studio. After getting her keys out, she tried to unlock the door, but her hands were shaking too bad. She knew there was no way she could do this. She blamed the liquor… not the way the sexy, blue-eyed devil affected her. With a chuckle, Phillip took the keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

  Shaking her head, she walked in before him. She jumped when the door slammed behind her, and Phillip’s arms came around her waist. Moving his hand down her body, he slid it inside her skirt, cupping her kitten. She closed her eyes, leaning back against him.

  “Now, where were we?” he whispered against her neck before slowly sliding a finger inside her, circling the tip of his finger around the taut nub.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned out as he started to kiss and nibble up her neck, his finger dipping inside her before moving back up, putting pressure on her clit. She cried out, her body shaking as he flicked his finger quickly, kissing and sucking on her neck. As she moved into his hand, he moaned in her ear, biting her lobe as her body seized up. She came—hard. Gasping, digging her fingers into his wrist, she hoped to stop him, but she couldn’t. He kept on, making her scream and squirm against him.