Chapter 10
ten
Blair
Istill can’t believe I 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.