Page 3 of Puck Sweet Puck
We usher her into the car, and I can tell what my brothers are thinking — there’s no way we’re giving her any crappy gas station food. That’s not good enough for our baby girl.
The thought flashes into my mind before I even realize it. But instead of feeling disgusted by it, I’m fascinated by the idea of the three of us caring for and spoiling this little beauty for the rest of her life.
three
Jefferson
“Mmm.” Kendall moans aroundthe breakfast burrito, and I fight the urge to adjust my pants as my cock strains against the zipper. If she makes one more moaning sound, I’m probably going to lose it.
Kendall introduced herself to us as she got into the car. Mitchell and I followed her into the backseat, leaving Benton alone in the front. He’s been glaring at us in the rearview mirror for the past ninety minutes. We only have about thirty minutes before we reach our destination—hopefully, enough time for Kendall to tell us her story about how she was stranded in the middle of nowhere in a wedding gown.
“So, about the dress…” I lose the battle and run my hand over the lacy fabric on her thigh.
She balls up the wrapper of her burrito from the gourmet coffee shop Benton insisted on stopping at to get her breakfast, setting it on the seat next to her, and takes a long sip from the pumpkin spice latte she’s been raving about since the first sip, making Benton act like he did something amazing. Which I guess he did—he made our girl smile.
Lowering the plastic glass, she places it in the cup holder in front of her. “I’m supposed to get married in three weeks.” The sound of the three of us growling echoes off the windows of the car, causing her to pause her story.
“Sorry.” Mitchell apologizes for us. “You were saying.”
“I agreed to marry a guy named Chaz.” I want to growl again, hating the idea of someone else getting to claim her. “When I first met him, I thought he was funny and sweet. But the more I was around him, I didn’t feel the spark I thought I would feel when I found the one.”
“Okay, so the wedding is in three weeks,” Benton says from the front seat. I can see the way he’s clenching his jaw, like he’s forcing the words out. “That doesn’t explain why you were on the side of the road wearing your wedding dress at six o'clock in the morning.”
With a sigh, she continues her story, “I picked up my dress yesterday and decided to try it on. It wasn’t a dress I would pick for myself—my future mother-in-law picked it out.” Now it’s my turn to clench my teeth. It’s her wedding—why wouldn’t she get to choose her dress? “I thought if I tried it on, I would feel differently about it.”
“And did you?” Mitchell places his hand on her other thigh, but she doesn’t protest.
“No, if anything, I wanted to set it on fire and turn it to ash," she says, throwing her shoulders back and lifting her chin, resembling a warrior princess. But she’s not fooling anyone, as her lip trembles slightly. “I might have done it if my sister hadn’t called me.” She doesn’t go into detail about her conversation with her sister, and we don’t press her. “During our talk, I realized I couldn’t go through with the wedding to Chaz. He’s never been abusive toward me, but I didn’t know how he’d react if I told him in person, so I sent him a text.”
I move my hand to hold one of hers, and Mitchell does the same as the murderous glare I see from Benton in the rearview mirror deepens. “It’s okay. You’re safe here with us. Did he text or call you?” I give her hand an encouraging squeeze.
She gives me a soft smile, and I realize this Chaz ass is an idiot to have let her walk away from him. If I were fifteen years younger…Silencing the dangerous thought, I give her hand another squeeze, prompting her to continue.
“He didn’t, but his mom did, and let’s just say she wasn’t happy. She knew I was at my apartment and told me to stay there while she and Chaz would be right over.” She hesitates, making me wonder what she is leaving out of her story, but I don’t push her. “I wasn’t ready to face them, and I wasn’t sure if my phone was being tracked, so I threw it on my bed and left my apartment with only my purse and keys. I didn’t even take the time to change out of my wedding gown.”
You could cut the anger that’s coming off my brothers and me with a knife--it’s so thick. We're so keyed up for a young woman, we hardly know it’s a good thing this Chaz guy or his mother isn’t anywhere near us.
“How about we get settled in our hotel suite, you can take a shower and change your clothes.” She opens her mouth to say something, but I continue talking. “We’ll pick up some clothes for you in the hotel boutique along with other personal items.” A vision of her wearing a light pink lacy teddy flashes in my head, which doesn’t surprise me. But what does surprise me is that we're not alone--Mitchell and Benton are there with us. The three of us are unwrapping her like a Christmas present.
“That’s sweet of you. But I think I want to go to the arena and see my sister.” She offers us that gentle smile, and part of me misses the brat we first met on the side of the road, but the other part already knows she has me—hell, she has the three of us wrapped around her little finger.
“As you wish, princess.” I should be embarrassed at calling her that, but I couldn’t help myself. But if her sharp intake of breath at my words is any indication, she liked hearing it as much as I liked saying it.
I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to walk away from her.
four
Mitchell
“Are you doing okay?”I ask Kendall for the third time since we walked into the ice arena.
“I’m fine. You didn’t need to come in with me.”
“About that.” Benton opens his mouth to explain, but before he can say more than a couple of words, we’re caught off guard by a confused-looking woman who appears to be a slightly older version of Kendall and Benton’s son Ledger.
At the same time, the woman says, “Kendall, what are you doing here?”
Ledger says, “Dad, Uncle Mitchell, and Uncle Jefferson, what are you guys doing here? I didn’t think you were going to be here for a few more days.”
