Page 8 of Puck So Good
“No problem. We’ll send a car to pick you up at your house—say in about two hours.”
With a nod, she turns around and walks back to the bar, setting her drink tray down.
“What are you doing?” Remy asks, removing his hand from his lip now that Blair is too far away to see his scar. Damn, I hate Jane for messing him up like this. For years, he struggled with the teasing of ignorant people. As he got older, he realized they weren’t worth his time, and he was able to shake off any comments about it. But then Jane set him back years in his progress.
“We’re going to talk to her and apologize for our behavior. I’ll explain everything to her, and if we’re lucky, she’ll forgive us. And if we’re really lucky, she’ll agree to wait for us until after the draft.”
It’s a solid plan. What could go wrong?
ten
Blair
Istill can’t believeI agreed to this. I must be a glutton for punishment. The driver Brant sent to pick me up dropped me off at the hotel fifteen minutes ago. I’ve been pacing outside their door ever since. When I finally work up the nerve, I knock on the door.
“Come in.” Charlie opens the door with a smile. He takes my hand and gently pulls me into the room.
My breath catches in my throat as I recall the last time I was in this room with them. “This was a mistake.” I turn to leave, but Charlie stops me with a hand on my arm.
“Please. You promised you’d let us explain.” He guides me to the couch, helping me take a seat as he takes a seat next to me.
Remy is sitting in the chair farthest away from us with his hand over his mouth and upper lip, which I’m just realizing I’ve never seen him without his hand like that. Whenever we had sex last night, he was always behind me or above me where I couldn’t see his face.
I don’t have time to think about Remy and his suspicious behavior before Brant walks into the room. “Thanks for coming over and letting us explain,” Brant says, taking a seat on the other side of me. “We want to apologize for how we treated you this morning. We should have been honest and told you the truth.” Brant takes a deep breath, then blows it out. “We want more than one night with you, but as the youngest hockey commissioner, I can’t risk a scandal by hooking up with a woman twelve years younger than I am, let alone sharing her with my two brothers. At least not until after the draft in three months.”
Really? This was his big worry.
“So, you didn’t just use me for one night?”
“No, Blair. Once the draft is over with, we want to claim you and tell the whole world you’re ours.” Brant takes my hand in his. “But it’s too dangerous right now.”
There has to be some way around this.
“What about if we continue doing what we’re doing now? I can meet you guys here at night and leave in the morning.” It’s not a great plan, but it’s the best I’ve got.
“No, that wouldn’t be right. You deserve better than that.” Remy stands and walks over to me, his hand dropping to his side.
I gasp when I see the scar on his upper lip, not in disgust but in sympathy for my big, strong man who felt the need to hide something so trivial from me. He takes a step back like I’ve slapped him.
“Maybe this was a mistake.” Brant drops my hand. “You should go.”
“No, Brant. Let her stay. I know how the two of you feel about her. I’ll be the one to go.” Remy turns his back to me and walks to the door. I’m off the couch in a heartbeat, reaching for him.
“Don’t go, Remy.” I step around him, rest my hands on either side of his face, and gently press my lips to the scar on his upper lip. "When I said I wanted all of you, I meant I wanted all of you—not just one or two, but all three of you,” I whisper against his lips. His control snaps as he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom with Charlie and Brant following close behind.
eleven
Remy
In my wildest dreams,I never imagined anyone looking at me with such love in her eyes as Blair does. My deformity has always defined me—at the orphanage and as I’ve grown older, it’s been my Achilles’ heel when others tease me. I know my brothers think I’m over it, but how can I be when the woman we thought would be ours for the rest of our lives said she didn’twant me to come inside her because she feared I would be the one to impregnate her and she would end up with a deformed child. Jane’s words scarred me so badly that the night we were with Blair, I was only in her ass or her mouth, never her pussy. But tonight, that all changes.
I expect Charlie and Brant to stay in the bedroom so we can share Blair like we did last night, but they surprise me by leaving us alone. The light is still on, so when I finally pull my lips away from Blair’s mouth, I know she can see my scar.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come inside you?” I don’t know why I feel the need to ask. “We never really got around to talking about birth control last night.” I set her on the mattress, pulling her clothes off before taking mine off.
“Yeah, we should probably do that at some point, but for right now, I’m on the pill, until we’re ready…I mean, there’s no need to worry about a pregnancy. But if any of you give me any sexually transmitted diseases, all cut all of your dicks off.”
I laugh at her tough-sounding voice. I should tell her that we were thoroughly tested two years ago when we thought we were going to be with Jane, and that we haven’t been with anyone since we got the all-clear from our doctor. Or maybe I should tell her another truth that we’ve never gone without a condom before her.
