Page 9 of Puck Me Like You Do

"Come on Lenni. It's time you cut loose and have a little fun for once." I grab Lennie's hand, I'm tired of Blade, Altas, and Ivan giving me mixed signals. Tonight, I'm going to do whatever I want with whoever I want. "Let's dance!" I shout loud enough for Lenni to hear me over the noise of the crowded club and weave through the dancers until I find the perfect spot on the dance floor. A spot that gives all the hot, rich guys in the VIP section the best view of our sexy dancing.

I'm not trying to be vain, but if I've learned anything, hot, rich guys only want one thing, and that's all I'm looking for—at least I keep telling myself that.

Dropping Lenni's hand, I roll my hips from side to side, raise my hands to my hair and lift it off my shoulders, revealing my neck. I read somewhere that it's a primal instinct to claim your prey by biting them in the neck or maybe I've watched too may vampire romance movies. All I know is it makes me feel sexy to offer myself to be claimed. I close my eyes and let the rhythm take over.

"What the fuck Briella?" My eyes snap open at the angry sound of Blade's voice, noticing equally as angry Ivan and Atlas flanking each side of Blade. "Are you trying to cause a riot?" Ivan and Atlas nod along to Blade's crazy talk.

"What are you talking about? I'd hardly cause a riot." I snort, not caring that I don't sound like the perfect little virginal angel they want.

Damn my luck having to switch training facilities. But once I fired my mom as my manager and the coach she had on payroll, it took me awhile to find a good replacement. So, when my manager suggested a new coach in Iowa I jumped at the chance. By the time I realized Blade, Atlas, and Ivan used the same training site, I was basically stuck.

Sure, I could have asked my dad for more money to start over, but I hated replying on him as it was. I have a few indorsements deals that help cover most of my expenses, but I'm certainly not rich like the three assholes in front of me.

"The fuck you wouldn't. Have you looked in a mirror recently." Atlas growls causing my trader of a clit to throb at the sound.

I shift my gaze between the three of them, trying to figure out their motive, but for the life of me, I have no idea what has gotten into them.

Sure, I've done my best to avoid them. Plus, it's not like they've been knocking on my door. I still haven't gotten over the horrified look on their faces when I showed up for my first practice last week.

I'm just about ready to give them a piece of my mind when someone taps on my shoulder. "Briella, are you okay?" I hear Lenni say. "Do you want me to get security?"

"No. I'm fine." I cross my arms over my chest and glare at the three jerks in front of me. "This is just my evil stepbrother and his two wicked friends. This is my best friend, Elenna." An evil idea pops into my head, and I throw my arm around Lenni's shoulders. "We're here to have a little fun and find a guy or guys for the night." I smirk, not caring if they think I'm the slut my mother said I was.

My smirk is short lived as Blade throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Like hell, you are." He growls in my ear stomping off the dance floor with my ass sticking up in the air.

"Put me down!" My fists connect with his back, but to my dismay, I don't cause him any permanent damage.

Giving up on my useless attack, I lift my head looking for Lenni, only to find Ivan and Atlas talking to her on the dance floor. Before I have a chance to figure out what they might be talking about, Blade tips me right side up, sliding my body along his hard one until my feet touch the ground. Refusing to speak to him, I glare instead.

It doesn't take long for Ivan and Atlas to join us on the edge of the dance floor. "If you're done being jerks, I'd like to get back to my friend." I take a step toward the direction I thought Lenni was in, only to find her missing. "What did you say to Lenni?" I spin around pinning Ivan and Atlas with a hard stare.

"Nothing. We only asked her if she had a ride home." Atlas shrugs.

"We would have gotten her one if she need one." Ivan adds, making me feel slightly better that Lenni wasn't left to fend for herself.

"She doesn't need a ride. I'm her ride." I fight the urge to stomp my foot like the brat I feel like.

"Look, Briella, a lot has happened since that night we spent together." Blade takes my hand guiding me into a secluded area of the club as Atlas and Ivan follow close behind. "We fired my father as our agent, and we no longer have contact with him"

Last week? That has to be a coincidence that they fired their agent at the same time I came back into their lives. I'm shocked by his confession, but I hide my reaction waiting for the rest of the story. "Go on."

"I'd rather not have this conversation in public. Can we take you to our house and explain?"

Blade is right. It wouldn't be good for any of our reputations to air our personal lives in public. I don't miss him saying our home. Do they all live together. "Fine." I reluctantly agree. "But let me text Lenni really quick." I slip my phone out of my purse and send Lenni a quick message.

Me:My evil stepbrother and his wicked friends are taking me home. Well, to their home not ours. Don't wait up. I plan to give them an earful when I get them alone. I'm sorry, I know tonight was supposed to be about you and your new job. But, hey, you can still find a hot guy and go home with him. Love you! Bye!

Lenni:I think I've found the perfect way to celebrate tonight. Don't wait up for me either.

Her response comes quick and I'm glad one of us is going to get lucky tonight.

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Briella

Theirhouseisperfect.From the masculine hockey painting on the wall to the more feminine touches of plants spread throughout the house. It's exactly how I picture a loving home to feel like. Even my dad and Emma's home isn't this inviting. I could definitely get used to living here.

Stop it Briella. You're only here to listen to what they have to say. Not move in with them.

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