Page 3 of Puck So Good
I gently place my index finger under her chin and lift her head so she gazes into my eyes. “I want nothing more than to pleasure you. Having my two brothers pleasure you at the same time would be amazing.”
I lower my head and capture her lips with mine. At her gasp, I push my tongue into her mouth, letting her feel all the desire I've been holding back since Brant first told me about her.
She moans into my mouth, and I lose myself in the moment. I grab her hips and press against her stomach, showing her how much I want her. The music stops, pulling me back to reality. She pulls away from me, and I politely clap for the band as I try to regain my composure. I quickly glance toward Brant and Remy—they both have a look of longing in their eyes.
I watch as she touches her lips. A smile plays across her mouth. “If you’ll excuse me..”
"Charlie," I finish for her, realizing I hadn’t given her my name yet.
“I need to use the ladies' room.” She picks up the skirt of her dress and rushes to the far corner of the dancefloor and down the hallway out of sight.
“What the hell was that all about?” Brant and Remy come charging toward me, Brant looking like he’s ready to kill me, Remy looking like Christmas came early this year.
“What? I danced with a beautiful woman.” I shrug, reliving the feel of her lips on mine.
“You kissed her in the middle of the dancefloor. You were only supposed to dance with her.” Brant runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“How did she taste?” Remy asks, a hopeful look in his mask-covered eyes.
“Like, vanilla and honey all rolled into one.”
“Damn you, Charlie. What if someone recognizes her or me?”
“Calm down, Brant. Have you looked around lately?” I pause and shift my gaze around the room. “No one is paying attention to anything. It looks like we’re not the only ones making out on the dancefloor.” I nod at the couple next to us, then to the couple to the right of us. “I’d say a big orgy is about to happen by the looks of it.”
I’ve long heard the rumors of these elite Commitioner Balls turning into a spectacle. I know Brant isn’t looking for a scandal this close to the draft, but by the looks of the team owners anddonors that were invited to the ball, they want nothing more than to cause some kind of trouble as they begin to pair off in couples and groups.
“What?” He spins around with a look of shock on his face.
“Just accept it. We are going to have Blair tonight.” I coax.
“Please,” Remy adds, the sound almost breaking my heart. It’s been two years since Jane happened, and in that time, none of us has had sex with anything other than our hands. The pain of her deception was so raw that we vowed not to repeat it until Brant started talking about Blair.
“Fine.” Brant scowls. “But it can only be one night until after the draft. If she still wants us. And you’ll let me do the talking from now on.”
“Whatever you say, bro.” I agree, knowing that it will be more than one night with Blair and that we won’t wait three months to have her again.
four
Blair
The cool water onmy wrists does nothing to put out the fire burning inside me. I thought Brant Manning was the only man for me, but after meeting his brother, Charlie, and seeing his other brother, Remy, something inside me shattered. Like a sexual dam broke, making me crave all three guys at the same time.
Turning off the water, I glance at my flushed face in the mirror as I dry my hands. Is this really what you want? If Brant Manning asks you to have sex with him and his two brothers, are you truly going to go through with it?
Yes.
The answer pops into my head before I even have a chance to think about it.
This is crazy. I chant to myself as I weave through the crowd to the bar. Maybe a stiff shot of whiskey will help calm my nerves. Two hours ago, I was joking with my sister about being with more than one guy at a time, and now it’s within my reach. I chew on the lipstick on my bottom lip, picturing being taken by Brant and his two brothers.
What am I thinking? I haven’t even seen Charlie or Remy without their masks. Not that it matters, since this strange, invisible pulse thumps through my body whenever I think about being with all three of them.
Lost in thought, I accidentally bump into a group of people while rushing to the bar. “Blair, are you having a good time?” Strong arms catch me from falling on my ass during the collision. Great, I’ve run into the owners of the Iowa Poseidon hockey team—Daylen, Raiden, and Kepler—also known as my three bosses, and their shared girlfriend and team goalie, Lenni.
“I’m fine, thanks.” I regain my balance and straighten my dress as Daylen drops his hands from my arms.
“Good to hear. Especially with the team tied for first place in the division, we need you at the top of your game with the social media posts.” Kepler says, twisting a lock of Lenni’s hair around his finger.
