Page 7 of Dumping the Puck (Men of Havoc #4)

Holy shit. This room is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The king sized bed sits in the middle of the bedroom, with a velvet chaise by the large windows overlooking the ocean. Walking over to the windows, I run my fingers over the soft fabric. The window leads me to a view that is better than any picture I’ve ever seen of the Amalfi Coast.

The private patio is what every girl dreams of when they think of a romantic vacation to Italy. The wrought iron fencing is wrapped in vines, and dotted with roses.

Kayce drops the bags down on the bed behind me, bringing me back to the room.

“Kayce, this place is…” I gesture around us. “It’s too much.”

“Does it match your Pinterest board?” he asks, moving past me to drop his new toiletries bag in the bathroom.

“My Pinterest board? That’s how you planned this? How did you know I had that? I don’t think anyone else even follows me there.” If this man spent the time finding my dream honeymoon and planning it, I’m melting right here. Charley may have booked it, but he set it in motion.

He just shrugs, like this is no big deal. But my heart is beating faster at his thoughtfulness. I need to catch my breath so I walk away to unpack my luggage while he does the same. As I’m laying my new clothes out, sorting them into organized piles to quiet my anxiety, I slowly notice one small problem with this room.

There’s only one bed.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Uhh, Kayce,” I call out.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know there was only one bed?”

He rolls his eyes, subtly enough I shouldn’t have noticed. But at this moment I feel so aware with every move his body makes.

“I guess there is. I’ll just sleep on the…” He looks around the room. “Whatever that thing is.” He points to the chaise.

I can’t help the bubble of laughter that comes up. “On the chaise? The thing that is less than half your size? Are you going to kneel on the ground just to fit your head on the pillow?”

He stares at the offending piece of furniture for another moment before looking back at the bed. “You’re right. I think we could share the bed. What if I promise not to touch you? Even if you beg.”

I nearly choke, “If I beg?”

He winks at me. “I’m going to go take a shower. Try not to do any more spying, June.”

My eyes widen, “Maybe you shouldn’t be doing…that…again.” I gesture at his cock.

“Aww, I’m so glad you’re thinking about me like that, June. Enjoy your time alone. Maybe you should try it.” Another wink in my direction before he shuts the door.

Is it hot in here?

I collapse on the bed on my back with my arms spread wide, not caring that I’m wrinkling all my clothes. Something that would have driven Cameron insane. I was never allowed to go out in public looking anything less than perfect. Even if it was for a late night ice cream run, or out to get gas. I had to be in a full face of makeup and fully dressed.

Laying here, my eyes start to close, the stress of the last twenty-four hours is finally hitting me, hard. Then I hear Kayce’s soap hit the floor, jolting me upright.

Great. Now I’m imagining Kayce soaped up and naked. This doesn’t bode well for me not begging him to touch me. I’ve never been so happy to hear the water shut off because now I know that he’s going to be putting clothes back on his body.

What I wasn’t prepared for was his scent to infiltrate the whole room. It’s a scent that’s been home to me for years, a source of comfort. I inhale the leather and wood as he walks out in a pair of khaki shorts with the army green tee I picked out for him. He looks like sex on a stick and I’m for sure staring. Yup. Definitely staring. Stop staring at the man, Wren! I blink a few times, bringing my eyes up to his.

“I’m next!” I practically shriek before grabbing my own clothes and running into the bathroom without making eye contact with him.

What is your problem?

You’d think I’d never met this man until today. That I’d never seen him before the way his body is affecting mine. But I’ve never had to sleep in the same bed as him, and I’ve never caught him jacking off after spending the night with me. Was he even thinking of me? Was he thinking of someone else? Oh, God, is he dating anyone? I’ve been so wrapped up in wedding planning I haven’t been as present in his life as I should have been lately, not that we discuss our dating lives too much.

But then Cameron said that I was the love of Kayce’s life, and when I asked him about it he asked me if I wanted the truth. That wasn’t a no… No. I need to stop this spiral. I can’t jump from one Bicknelle brother to the other.

Even if his cock was perfectly outlined in the joggers he was wearing this morning. Even if his cock was pressing into me this morning and made me realize that I’d probably get hurt riding him.

I turn on the hot spray of the shower and step in. No more spiraling, and no more thoughts about his cock. He’s here as my friend, and swore he wouldn’t touch me, even if I beg him for it.

That reminder is the douse of cold water I needed to stop my train of thoughts and focus on my shower.

The shower was everything I need to refocus and be normal when I go back out there to him. Until I realize I forgot my panties in my suitcase. Fuck.

Sure in theory it sounds easy to just run out there and grab my panties and come back in to put them on. But then he’ll see me grabbing them. And what if he thinks I’m taking too long in the bathroom? What if he thinks I’m having…bathroom issues? That would be absolutely mortifying.

I take a deep breath, and open the door in my towel. In all my debating I forgot that I might actually need to put the damn dress on. Oh well. Too late now, you idiot.

I march out of the bathroom with all the confidence of a Victoria’s Secret angel, grab my panties, and turn around to find Kayce slack-jaw, lounging on the chaise, thumbing through a pamphlet. I toss a smile his way like the angel I am, and strut right back in the bathroom before letting out the breath I was holding.

This is going to be a long week.