Chapter 7
SEVEN
MOLLY
I feel weird not sitting in the stands with the Knights supporters but it felt wrong, like I was a fraud by sitting with them.
I no longer have a vested interest in that team.
Considering Lennon is a hockey fanatic and lives and breathes this sport, I always accompany her to the games.
I used to come for Brady as well, but not anymore.
As Len and I make our way toward the other side where my dad and his fiancée, Stella, are sitting, I’m intercepted when someone grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. I look up and lock eyes with my ex. Anger instantly fills me and I want to lash out and slap him but I manage to refrain, just.
“What the hell are you wearing, Molly? You think you can come to one of my games wearing that cunt’s number?” The fact Brady thinks he has a right to tell me what I can and can’t wear pisses me off. He was always like this and I never noticed how much of a dick he really was until we broke up.
I try to yank my arm free but he only tightens his grip, causing me to wince in pain. “Get your hands off me, Brady. I can wear whatever the hell I want. You lost the right to tell me what to do when you shoved your cock down my best friend's throat!”
“Unless you want me to break your fucking arm, I suggest you get your fucking hands off her.” I look to my side to see Brayden and the twins standing there with murderous looks in their eyes.
Brady sneers at them, then releases me with a shove.
I stumble but Kingston grips my waist, steadying me before I can fall.
I gasp at the feeling of his hands on me.
“Have her, she was a fucking useless lay anyway.” Brady’s words are like a sucker punch to the gut and the fact his team is behind him and my new stepbrothers all heard that makes me feel ashamed. “She’ll come back to me. She's just playing hard to get, aren't you, baby?”
“Hmmmm, or maybe she didn’t want her first time to be with a two-pump chump.
But not to worry, we’ll make sure we take real good care of her and ensure every need is met,” Kingston says, causing my eyes to widen as the double meaning of his words isn’t lost on me.
But, it’s the fact he said first time that has me wondering how the hell he knew that?
I can’t even focus on the game. Len is giving me a play-by-play but her words are like white noise.
I'm sitting here wearing Kingston’s hoodie with his name and number on it and his mom keeps shooting me weird looks that I can’t decipher.
All I keep thinking about is getting the fuck out of here and going to the club in the hopes my masked men are there to take the edge off.
When the final buzzer sounds, our side of the stadium is on their feet and cheering.
“Holy shit, Lollie!” Lennon screams, then drags me to my feet and begins jumping up and down, making me smile.
“They won, they fucking won.” I look down at the rink to see Justin and Kingston bumping their chests together and Brayden pumping his clipboard up in the air.
Fuck, they’re hot!
I quickly shake away any thoughts of my future stepbrothers. My dad is marrying their mom in three weeks and I can’t think about them like this.
After saying goodbye to my dad and Stella, we head out and this time we manage to avoid bumping into Brady.
I try to convince Len to come to the club with me but she turns me down.
I park my car in the lot of the club and step out.
I peel my jeans down my legs and switch my sneakers for some cream colored heels and lose Kingston’s hoodie, leaving me naked except for Justin’s playing jersey.
It’s not the most sexy outfit but I don’t plan to be in it long anyway.
Before leaving my car, I snag my mask from the other night off the seat and secure it on my head, then make my way inside.
I order a drink and grab a booth in the back, I can’t stop fidgeting and every masked guy that I spot has my breath hitching and I keep scolding myself for it. Not every man is here to fuck my brains out.
I’ve been sitting here for an hour and I’m about to give up hope of the guys ever showing up, then two of them slide in the booth in front of me, and I feel someone slip in beside me. I can’t help but smirk.
They came!
All three of them are wearing tuxes and the same masks with that blue cross that matches the one on my jersey.
I start to wonder if the cross on their masks represents the Saints.
“Same rules apply,” the guy in front of me says, his brown eyes alight with mischief and lust, that has me clenching my thighs. “You run, we chase and when we catch you we’re going to fuck you.”
“All at once,” the guy beside me adds, pulling my focus to him. His blue eyes are alight with passion and hunger—that look has a shiver trailing down my spine.
“The three of you? At one time?” I press. All of them chuckle but it’s the one beside me that answers.
“Yeah, birdy, you get all of our cocks inside you at once.” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he slips out of the booth.
Standing, he offers me his hand, which I take without thought.
The three of them crowd around me, making me feel small and at their mercy.
“Run, little birdy. Time is ticking.” I tear my hand free of his hold and take off.
This time I head straight for the stairs and begin trying all the handles on the doors.
I can feel them gaining on me but I don’t look back.
When one of the doors finally opens I squeal in delight.
Same as last time, when I push the door open the light instantly flicks on and my jaw fucking drops. This room is nothing like the last one, this one is set up like a fucking porn movie.
There are cameras positioned all around the room with a large bed as the focal point.
A spreader bar is laying at the foot of the bed and there is a pair of handcuffs placed next to it.
Something seems… off. Almost like this is staged or something and I can’t figure out why but the thought flees when I feel a hard body press against my back.
I close my eyes and sink into him, something about the three of them makes me feel safe and cherished, like I’m the grand prize in some huge game.
“Tonight, we are going to show you what it means to truly submit to your desires and embrace that little monster inside you that wants to be set free,” he says from behind me.
“Yes, please,” I pant as I step further into the room. All three of them enter the room and it suddenly feels too small with their hulking presence.
“Lose the jersey, birdy. I want to see our pussy,” the one in the middle growls. I grip the hem and pull it over my head, tossing it to the side. All three of them groan and I can’t help but drop my gaze to the front of all of their pants, tenting with their erections for me .