Rising Summers (Pucking Unbelievable Book 1)

by Garnet Davenport

  “When you find out the whole story you better call me.”

  “I will.” I really wanted to say, “come live with me at this enormous mansion until I figure out if your brother really loves me and if my dad is James.”

  “I love you, Chloe.”

  “I love you more.”

  “Sleep good you little sex-manic.”

  I snorted, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

  “I would.”

  “Fine. Good night, B.”

  “Night.”

  When I hung up the phone, I felt better but had a million things going on in my head. Could James be my biological father? Did Nix mean it when he said he was in love with me? I finally curled up in the most comfortable bed I think I’ve ever slept in and I fell asleep faster than I ever have before.

  Chapter 28

  Pucking Little Sisters

  Nix

  I slept like shit. I kept waking up and readjusting from side to side and then checking my phone for anything from Chloe. There was nothing. I finally give up and force myself from my bed for some coffee before I have to go into practice. I double check the time on my phone which says it’s a little after three in the morning. I think I got maybe as many hours of sleep. I’m going to play like shit today, and everybody is going to know I fucked up.

  The pair of black jogging pants I had flung into my dirty clothes from the other day when I spent time with Chloe were still there. Thank God Mom hadn’t tried to get my laundry done. I inhaled the remaining bit of her scent and groaned. “I’m a sick motherfucker.” I decided just to pull them on and go downstairs. I slid my phone into the pocket and walked out of my room.

  I would do anything to have Chloe call or even text me right now. I was rubbing my hands through my hair when I stepped off the last step and saw Brooklyn in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea and pulling apart a S’mores Poptart. I know it’s tea in her mug because my sister does not drink coffee. She hates coffee with a passion. Even the smell disgusts her.

  “Nix?”

  “Yep,” I replied, shuffling over to her. “Couldn’t sleep?”

  “No. I just got off the phone with Chloe. We talked for a little while after she left the fundraiser.”

  I swallowed hard. Chloe, my Chloe, talked to Brooklyn. She was so close to me. Just down the hall on the phone with my sister. I was a room away from hearing her voice. Fuck me.

  “What did she say?” I think I was trying to be overly nonchalant. I can say I looked obvious to anyone but my sister.

  “Just telling me about the fundraiser and that she’s transferring to Remington Academy.”

  “Oh?” I casually inquired while making a cup of coffee.

  “She’s definitely going through some things, and we’re going to try to keep in touch as much as possible.” She broke off another piece of her Poptart and stuffed it into her mouth then continued talking. “What’s up with you lately? You’ve been so weird.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “Come on, Nix. You can tell me.”

  “I’m kind of seeing this girl.”

  “Oh?” Brooklyn had some interest in this. I could tell her some without divulging the entire nitty-gritty.

  “Yeah. You know Beth and I weren’t working out. We haven’t been for a long time, and this girl recently happened. It’s not like I cheated on Beth. At least not with the new girl.”

  “And,” she drew out the word, “do you like this new girl?”

  “Yeah, I really do. We hit a weird snafu and had to slow down.”

  “Snafu?

  “Yeah, snafu. What of it?”

  “What kind of snafu? Is she seeing someone else?”

  “No. There may have been someone sniffing around her but nothing serious. But if you must know—”

  She scooted to the edge of her chair and said, “I must.”

  “We can’t use condoms. She has an allergy.”

  She spit her tea across the island counter. “HOLY FUCK!”

  “What?”

  “Chloe,” she sputtered out, “you and,” she swallowed hard, “my best friend.”

  Seriously, fuck my life. I felt my heart kick up a beat. I’m totally fucked. There’s nothing else to say. Utterly and totally fucked. I jump to attention when she bolted from her chair and started waving her arms around. I pulled her arms down and held her close so she couldn’t go anywhere. Brooklyn was struggling to pull back from me.

  “No. Brooklyn. Stop. You can’t say anything to anyone.” I tried to get her to calm down.

  “You had sex with my best friend.”

  “Ssssshhhhhh!” I put my hand over her mouth. “You can’t say anything. I mean it. Nothing.”

  She nodded with my hand still over her mouth.

  “I’m going to remove my hand and step back.”

  She nodded again to agree.

  I stepped back and took my hand off her mouth.

  “Nix, you and Chloe? When? How?” The whisper-yell she spat at me was harsh.

  “Ssssshhhhhh!” My attempts to keep her quiet are just not working.

  “Nix. You can’t be serious. How did this even happen?”

  “I like Chloe. Really like her.” My hands found their way back into my messy hair. “It just happened.”

  “What the hell, Nix? I mean what even put her on your radar? I know she’s had a crush on you for years, but you—” She waved her hand up and down in a Vanna White motion. “You.”

  I chuckled. Yeah, I admit I probably would have never taken a second look at Chloe if I hadn’t seen her in her birthday suit last summer. Her gorgeous body was glistening with water droplets. Each one I wanted to lick off of her until she moaned out my name. “I got a glimpse of the real Chloe and I liked what I saw.”

  Brooklyn snorted. It’s something she does. I think she has just never learned how to laugh properly. She intakes too much air when she’s exhaling her laugh. It’s super freaking cute and when some guy finally thinks the same thing I’m going to have to use my position with the NHL to influence the asshole to move along. My size also doesn’t hurt the scenario.

  “Oh-kay.” It sounded kind of like a question to me. I get it—annoying little sister and all—but I really don’t need it about Chloe.

  “Look, I fucked up and said some things in an interview after the game, and she took it wrong. She’s pissed off at me. Maybe a little hurt.”

  “She’s definitely hurt. I just think you’ve been yo-yoing so much she doesn’t know where you’re at.”

  While I think over what my sister just told me, she stuffed another bite of Poptart into her mouth and murmured, “I can’t believe you and my best friend.”

  “What do you mean by yo-yoing?”

  “I don’t want to break my trust with her.”

  “You won’t. I just need to know where her head is at. I’ve got to fix this.”

  The look my sister gives me is one that would cause grown men to hide. But then she starts to really think about it. It’s like there was so much for her to go through that she was weeding out what she couldn’t tell me. That’s the part that I wanted—needed to know. It’s probably the most important part for me.

  “Come on Brooklyn, I need this. I need her. Even if she decides to stay there, I want her in my life. She’s it for me. I know she is.”

  “Holy crap!” She gasped. “Are you kidding me? My best friend, the girl that use to follow you around, has loved you since she was six, has brought you to your knees?”

  “Yes.” It came out as a hiss. It’s the truth, little Chloe Summers has brought me to my knees. She’s the only one that could ever have done it. There’s no one else that could have brought me to this point. I had been with Beth for a while, it’s barely been two weeks with Chloe, and I know I’m in love with her. Which means I wasn’t lying when I said I need her.

  “I can’t believe that Chloe won’t just be my best friend but also my sister.” She squealed at this statement at me while she jumped up and down in m
y face. I kind of wanted to smile. I would one day make Chloe a real part of this family. “Nix, this is good for you.”

  “It’s only good if you tell me what I need to know. So, what is it?”

  She sighed at me. I, in turn, rolled my eyes like a good big brother.

  “Look Nix, she’s going through a whole fuckary of a mess right now. You are just one part of it.”

  Her words started to sink in. There’s something bigger than what’s going on between us that’s plaguing my girl. What the hell happened in the last twenty-four hours?

  “Chloe, please?” I’m literally begging her to give me anything.

  “She said the guy she was seeing—I guess that’s you—” She lifted her hand palm up and pointed at me, “huh, that’s kind of weird now that it’s all connecting. No wonder she wasn’t too open about her guy.”

  Thank the freaking heavens for that. Does anyone understand just how weird it would be for my baby sister to know specifics about my sex life? Kill me now. Please, please, if there is anyone up there listening to me right now, have mercy on me and tell me that my girlfriend didn’t tell my sister any details about my junk.

  “Brooklyn.” I scolded. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

  “Fine. Okay, so she said you were good one-on-one, but when it came to the outside world you were… hmm… maybe cold?”

  “Is that a question?”

  “I don’t remember the exact words she used. I told you other things were going on.”

  I closed my eyes trying to fight off a headache, pinched the bridge of my nose, and said, “please, Brooklyn.”

  She breathed out heavy. I knew she was about to break.

  “Brooklyn, she means the world to me. If she’s hurting, I need to know.”

  “Ugh, fine. But you will have to get her to open unto you about this. We—” she moved her finger back and forth between the two of us, “never had this conversation. I’ll deny it to my last day. Got it?”

  “Got it. Now, what happened?”

  “It had to have been after we saw her on TV. She wasn’t with that guy we saw her with—I wonder who he is. With everything else going on I forgot to ask about the hottie.”

  “Brooklyn.” I snapped.

  “Right, she went back into her parents' house and found her mom and James—he’s the guy that’s been—”

  “Her driver. Go on.” I rolled my hand in the international sign for her to continue.

  “Right.” She said skeptically. “Anyways, she thinks that James might be her dad.”

  I know my mouth is hanging open. I have no words to say back to Brooklyn’s announcement. Chloe must be going through some crazy feelings right now. I want to go to her and hold her in my arms. I’m sure she’s torn up about this possibility. I mean how is that even possible? Had her mom cheated on her dad? I barely saw her parents together when we were younger. I actually barely saw her parents at all. I could probably count the number of times I had seen them.

  “Hmm, okay. Well, I can tell by your reaction that you are just as thrown off as I was.”

  “What the fuck?” I hissed out. “Chloe must be so confused.”

  “Oh, she’s more than confused. She’s heartbroken.”

  “I didn’t want to break her heart.”

  “It’s not just you--you selfish bastard. Imagine finding out that your father, the man suppose to love you your entire life, isn’t your father. That’s breaking her heart.”

  The sigh that came out hopefully portrayed how I was feeling. I couldn’t agree more that she was going through some tough shit. I guess I was a little selfish to think it was all about me. I almost wish it was all about me. That way she wouldn’t be destroyed by the possibility that the father she’s known her entire life is not her real father. How messed up do you have to be to keep something like that from your own kid? I couldn’t help but to just shake my head in disbelief.

  “She’s probably going to call me sometime today. I promise I’ll tell her that you want to talk to her.” My sister looked at me with a pity that I haven’t seen since I broke my arm at sixteen and the scouts weren’t going to get to see me play.

  Then I realize what she had said. She can’t tell her that. She can’t tell her anything about our conversation. “You can’t. You have to keep the fact that you know a secret. She can’t know that you know yet.”

  “Nix,” she almost scolded, “we’re best friends. We tell each other everything.”

  “Obviously not. She didn’t tell you it was me.”

  My words played over and over in her head. “Why?” the word came out shaky.

  “It all happened so fast. One moment she was your best friend, the little girl that had always been around, but then I saw her with some guy outside the house, and something changed. I wouldn’t have ever touched her, but there was something different. I wanted more for her. She’s not eighteen. She would have never given me up, even if she was mad at me.”

  “Well, fuck. Nix, you’re kind of a romantic, you know?”

  “I doubt that.” I chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee.

  “No, seriously. Once you fix this mess you’ve made, and Chloe is back where she belongs, you better man up and go public.”

  “There’s nothing more that I want. It’s been hell not being able to touch her in my own home.”

  “Good for you. Although, I don’t want to hear all of the crap you two do… you know… together.”

  “God, no. She’ll keep us private.”

  “Please.”

  I sighed, “I gotta get to practice.”

  “This early?”

  “I’ve got too much tension. I need to work some of this off. There probably won’t be anyone at the gym this early.”

  “Oh?” She laughed.

  “Shut up.” I snapped then went out to my dad’s SUV. He had said I could borrow it until I get a new one. Besides, he’s got another vehicle to drive anyways.

  At the rink, I went straight to the team’s locker room and changed into some workout clothes I had in my gym bag. They weren’t too bad. I started on the treadmill. I could put in a good five miles before John got in. He’s one of those guys that likes to get in an early workout. I was finishing up mile four when he walked through the door.

  “Hey man. I was wondering who’s SUV was out there.”

  “It’s my dad’s. I haven’t gone to get a new truck yet.”

  “Yeah, Jane said you would probably be in a bad mood today.”

  “Yeah?” I said, increasing the speed on the treadmill.

  He just laughed.

  “What the fuck do you want from me?” I asked between choppy words from running.

  “Sooooo,” he drew out the word, “when is your girl getting back?”

  “How’d—”

  “Jane and I watched the fundraiser last night and saw her on camera. She’s pretty. Young. But pretty.”

  She’s a fucking knockout. I didn’t like the fact that other men were able to check her out. Even if it was John—the most happily married man in history. I hadn’t answered him.

  “Sweetpea’s going to be jealous.”

  “What?” I tripped but caught myself.

  John made a whipping sound and then laughed, “you’re so taken you might as well put a ring on it now.”

  I laughed, but it was true. I will marry Chloe one day. I just needed to get this fuck up fixed. “All right, Beyoncé.”

  He was bent over laughing. I’m pretty sure ever since that gay kid on Glee did the Put-A-Ring-On-It song, and that awesome as fuck kick, he’s made it cool to booty shake to anything Beyoncé. I turned around to go lift weights, and that’s when I hear the first notes to Single Ladies blare from his cell phone.

  “Asshole.” I murmur but apparently it was loud enough for him to hear because he couldn’t stop laughing.

  A few minutes later more of my teammates trickled into the weight room. They all gossip like little girls. Sometimes I think men are worse
than women when it comes to spreading rumors. I’m just trying to keep to my own business and make it through today. Or at least when I can try to call Chloe again. Weekend practices are the worst. They feel like they take longer than weekday practices—at least it seems like it. There’s not a lot of Sunday games during the season, and it just sucks to be in the gym on Sunday.

  I use to feel like that but now that there was a possibility of having something—someone I really want. I spent the rest of the day with my phone attached to my hand and constantly looking for any missed calls or text messages. Because of this, I get slammed hard into the boards when I thought I felt my cell vibrate against my groin. Don’t judge. It’s the only place I had to put my phone, and I wasn’t about to miss her either way.

  After practice, I got called to Dr. Frank’s office. I’m guessing for my test results. Not that I need them right this second but maybe soon. I loved the warm slick feeling of sinking into Chloe’s pussy. I really didn’t want to use condoms with her, but I would take her any way I could get her. We really didn’t have the birth control conversation. She was going to be doing some research on which method she wanted to use. Maybe the pill would be a possibility after her birthday.

  I couldn’t freaking wait until her birthday. Maybe then I won’t feel like we have to sneak around. I’m sure I would have my family’s support, but I’m not sure how Chloe’s family would react to the news of their only daughter involved with a professional hockey player. Probably isn’t what they want for their daughter. That just pissed me off more than I already was. Well, pissed off at myself, that is.

  I walked to Frank’s office in a daze. I knocked on his office door, and his head came straight up with a smile. That can’t mean I’ve got something nasty going on down there that I could give to Chloe.

  “What’s up doc?” I said at the door with a smile on my face.

  “Oh, probably my blood pressure but my wife’s the cause of that.” He laughed at his own joke. Honestly not that funny but I laughed.

  “You got some news for me?”

  He shuffled some file folders and nodded vigorously. “Yes. Your results came in this morning.”

  Drumroll, please.