Free BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) by Bianca Sommerland Page A

He held up his hand and shook his head. "I've reconsidered. No speech restriction."
    "What?" Both Landon and Silver said at once, both staring at him.
    "You heard me." He squared his shoulders. "It pleases me that my daughter felt comfortable enough to come to you."
    Silver's hand drifted up to her throat. "But I promised . . . ."
    "Extenuating circumstances. Don't worry about it, Silver." He reached out to cup her cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry I came down on you so hard."
    Thrusting out of her chair, Silver stepped up to him and poked him in the center of the chest. Her eyes shimmered with fresh tears. "Fuck you! I made a mistake, I know I did and I said I was sorry!"
    "There's nothing to be sorry about, dragonfly—"
    "There is too, you asshole!"
    "Silver." Landon put his hand on her shoulder and frowned down at her. "That's enough."
    Dean studied her face, all blotchy and tight with frustration, her eyes red with unshed tears. He realized something, then, and had to fight to hold back a smile. His poor little sub felt guilty about breaking her word, and, whether it was right or wrong, she couldn't let it go without feeling that she'd made amends. If he wouldn't punish her for keeping this from him, she'd push to get punished for something else. He could count on one hand the number of times she'd sworn at him in the last few months. That she was doing so now told him everything he needed to know.
    "I stand corrected. Speech restrictions then, pet. A few days considering what you should, and should not, say to me, will do you some good." He smiled at the relief in her eyes. She nodded and leaned against Landon. "What was the one last thing?"
    She drew in a long, shuddery breath. "I want a nice, long kiss from both of you. Before you get all scruffy."
    Landon laughed and turned her in his arms, giving her a deep kiss before rubbing his smooth cheek against hers. Eyes hooded, he whispered in her ear. "All that scruff will feel nice and rough when I bury my face between your thighs, mignonne . You may never want me to shave again."
    Silver ducked her head and moved to Dean. He pulled her close and gave her a tender kiss, chuckling at her surprised look. He nipped her bottom lip and spoke quietly. "GMs don't grow playoff beards, sweetie. And if I hold you too much longer, I'll be sending our goalie off on his own so I can remind you how smooth cheeks feel between your thighs."
    " Arg !" Silver pointed at the door. "You two are horrible. Get out of here before I decide not to let either of you leave."
    Dean grinned and pressed a finger over her lips. "Your punishment has begun. Anymore and I'll have to add a spanking when we return."
    She fixed his tie, smoothed it down, and gave him a look so full of love he was tempted to cancel his trip just so he could stay with her. But she nudged him towards the door. "I can't wait."
    * * * *
    Ford flipped through the photos on his desk, the scrape of his teeth grinding causing the ache in his throbbing skull to take on a sharp edge. He massaged his temples and looked up as Lee walked into his office, his doughy face slick with sweat.
    Did you run all the way from the elevator? He rolled his eyes as Lee collapsed into the chair at the other side of the desk, panting.
    "Did you get the ticket?"
    "Yes, sir." Lee fumbled inside his briefcase and slapped a plane ticket on the desk in front of Ford. "First class. I also reserved the best suite in the hotel—on the same floor as the players so you can—"
    "So I can?" Ford frowned and pushed the ticket across the desk. "I'm not going anywhere. You are."
    "Me?" Lee squeaked. "But I thought you'd want me to watch Jami!"
    "Why the fuck would I want that?" Idiot. If Lee wasn't his dad's—Kingsley, not Delgado, he was just a convenient sperm donor—most trusted employee, he'd get rid of him. It made him feel dirty that this man had seen him with Jami—and countless others before her. His father claimed it was for his own protection, which he'd