Chapter 3 Charlie
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Charlie
“Dance with me, beautiful,” I say to Blair, forgoing a formal introduction.
Blair’s eyes sweep across the ballroom, and I have no doubt she’s looking for Brant.
If what he said about her is true, she’s just as captivated by him as he is by her.
After seeing Brant raise his glass to her, I wait for her response.
Her hand is already reaching for mine as she follows me to the dance floor.
It’s interesting how easily she obeyed me.
I pull her tight to my chest as we begin to dance, “Are you enjoying the Ball, Blair?”
“Y-yes, I am, thank you. How do you know my name?”
“Such manners. Are you always this polite? I really want to hear your pretty mouth say please.” With her gasp at my whispered words, I know I’ve surprised her, but the feel of her nipples hardening against my chest shows she wants this as much as we do.
“Who are you, and how did you recognize me in the mask?” She asks, not pulling away.
“I believe you know my brother, Brant Manning. He hasn’t said anything but good things about you.”
“He talked about me to you. I didn’t even think he knew I existed, let alone recognize me like this.” Her heartfelt confession warms my heart, confirming my belief that she is nothing like Jane.
“Oh, he knows exactly who you are. You see him over there by the edge of the dancefloor.” I shift her around on the dancefloor until she’s facing Brant and Remy. “He’s talking to our other brother, Remy. Seems like we all have something in common.”
“And what’s that?” She turns her gaze back to mine.
I pull her closer to my body, pressing my cock against her stomach, “I think the evidence is poking at you.” I’m going off script here, but I can’t help myself, she’s so sweet.
“Wait? What? You want me to have sex with all three of you at the same time?” Her eyes drop to the front of my shirt as she says the last part to my chest.
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 and donors 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.