Rising Summers (Pucking Unbelievable Book 1)

by Garnet Davenport

  “Fuck,” I whispered. “She couldn’t have been more than eight.”

  “Why did you say?”

  Mom’s question caught me off guard. I spun around to see her at Chloe’s doorway. There was no way to explain myself out of the situation. I had been caught red-handed looking through her panty drawer. She eyed me until I broke.

  “What?” I said. Clever Nix, real clever. “I was just…” What the fuck could I say? I was just snooping through her panties. I wanted to give them a good sniff. I inwardly groaned.

  “Nix? What are you doing?” She chuckled lightly.

  Had she laughed at me? The amusement on her face definitely told me she was laughing at me.

  “Mom…” I said, running my free hand through my hair.

  She held up her hand and sighed. “Nix, I know.”

  “You know?” I said, not actually surprised.

  “Of course I know. I might not know everything—and thank God for that, but I know you want to be with her.”

  “Mom.” I sighed. I wasn’t getting scolded for wanting to be with Chloe.

  “You be good to her. We will stand behind you.” She looked at what I was holding in my hands. “Ah, that was the day I knew for sure how you felt. Even if you had no clue. Those pictures say every single word about how you’ve always felt. There was something just so special about her for you. For all of us. We all knew she belonged in our family the day Chloe came over on her little Barbie bike with training wheels and told Brooklyn they were going to be best friends from that day on. You scowled at her, and she stuck her tongue out at you.” Mom laughed almost uncontrollably. “You absolutely hated her.”

  “I don’t remember that,” I replied.

  “Of course you don’t. It was less than an hour later when all three of you were sitting on the sofa watching a Disney movie. Both Brooklyn and Chloe tucked on either side of you. Chloe had fallen asleep, and you gently wrapped your arm around her to pull her close to you.” I knew I had lost my little boy to that bossy little blonde.” She chuckled at the memory.

  Holy fuck. Why don’t I remember any of that? I had tried to remember that day we moved into the neighborhood. But there was nothing, I couldn’t remember any of it. All I remember was being pissed off that we had to move. I had lost friends. Friends I don’t even remember now.

  “Nixy, go get her. You be careful and bring her back home so I can wish her a happy birthday in person.” Mom said.

  I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and then said, “I will, Mom.” I walked off with our bags, the old photos, and a sense that I could make this work. I hadn’t felt that before my talk with Mom, but she assured me without knowing I was meant to be with Chloe Summers.

  ❤︎❤︎❤︎

  I was in the truck and driving to my family’s cabin. My nerves were completely on edge as I drove down the highway. I had music blaring, and the windows cracked. I could feel my pulse pounding with anticipation of seeing her after so long. Even if I was able to get on FaceTime with her, it had still felt like an eternity since I’d had my eyes on her. Since I’d had my fingers caress her silky skin. I readjusted myself in the driver’s seat. My cock had started to harden, my jeans becoming tight, and I was too uncomfortable.

  When I pulled off the main road, and onto the gravel drive for the lakeside cabin my heart picked up speed again. I knew I’d get here before Brooklyn and Chloe. I had about two hours to make sure everything was perfect for Chloe. I parked the truck just outside the front steps of the porch, retrieved the bags and then went to unlock the cabin.

  When I opened the door, I was transported back to years earlier. We had last come up to the cabin as a family when I got signed to the New York Knights. It was huge. I had graduated from high school and was about to start college when we got the call I was being looked at. I had to make a decision that weekend whether or not I would accept my slot at NYC or if I would take the chance and go into the draft.

  That summer I had seen Chloe in a bikini swimsuit. It was the first time she wore one. She had started to fill out in certain areas, and I spent the entire summer looking in the opposite direction. I thought I was such a perv. Or at least that’s how I felt looking at a twelve-year-old when I was an adult.

  I looked out from the porch toward the lake. I could imagine seeing Chloe and Brooklyn run up from the lake. Chloe had a halter-style top and bikini bottoms in maroon. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I came home less and less after that. I missed more summers at the cabin and found more random one night stands and puck bunnies.

  It wasn’t until I needed to come home when I had all but forgot about Chloe living with my family that I regretted coming home. Then when the shit hit the fan, and I walked in on her in the bathroom, just getting out of the shower last summer, I knew I was utterly and completely fucked. I tried to stay away. I swear I had. But there was a pull toward her I couldn’t shake.

  I returned back inside to put up the few things I had bought. I checked and double checked for the velvet box I had placed in my duffle bag before I had left the house. I had it since the night I had seen Chloe dancing at that fundraiser for her father’s campaign. I had bought it that day. And then watched that night as some other guy was walking her around. Seeing her fake her way through greeting after greeting just about killed me. I could tell her phony smile a mile away, and she had it beaming like the sun.

  I tucked the velvet box into the nightstand drawer and finished setting things up. As I was finishing putting some of the food up that I had stopped to pick up on the way, I heard tires out on the gravel drive. My heart started to race even harder. She was here. I wouldn’t let her leave until she not only heard me out, but she would never leave me again.

  I opened the front door just in time to see my sister getting out of that old Civic. My eyes went straight for the empty passenger seat. My stomach dropped, and my heart stopped. Brooklyn hadn’t been able to get Chloe to come. I felt like the world was collapsing in on me.

  “Where is she?”

  Chapter 37

  Where The Puck Is She?… I’m In The Pucking Trunk. That’s Where.

  Chloe

  My best friend duct taped, handcuffed me, then shoved me into the trunk. Best. Friend. Duct tape. Handcuffs. Trunk. My ex-best friend duct taped me, handcuffed me, then shoved me into the trunk. She’s done. Never again will I consider her my best friend. Not even friend. Brooklyn would never be my friend again. She’s cut out from my life. For good this time. Even if I was just thinking it at that moment in time. She’d always be my best friend, no matter what stupid things she does.

  I felt the moment when things changed. She had to have turned onto a gravel road. It was bumpy, and I had to pee so bad by that point I felt like I was going to burst. I hoped she would stop soon. Especially, since I had been listening to classical music for… I don’t even know how long. The entire time I was trying to figure out where she had been taking me. But with all of the turns, I figured I could be somewhere in Canada.

  I was thankful she had thought about me when she put the pillow and comforter into the trunk. Too bad I couldn’t reach the flashlight or the water. Not that I needed more liquid to have to pee out. Finally, she started to slow. When she shut off the engine and I heard the door open then shut. I began to get excited. I would get free soon.

  “Where is she?” A deep familiar voice boomed from outside the trunk.

  “I need you not to be mad,” Brooklyn said.

  “You couldn’t get her to come with you.” His voice sounded so sad. I hated what I had done to him.

  “Not exactly.”

  “Brooklyn.” He growled. “You said you had her. What the hell happened?”

  I heard the key in the trunk lock. I narrowed my eyes, waiting for her to open the trunk door. The light instantly blinded me for a moment until something so massive blocked the sun. My eyes tried to open and adjust to the light.

  “Fuck! Brooklyn, what the hell did you do?” Nix said. I felt his h
ands wrap around me and lift me from the trunk. I squirmed, and he tightened his hold.

  “Let’s go.” He said. I lifted my hands to show him the handcuffs. “Brooklyn,” he sighed, “where’s the key?” Brooklyn moved in front of Nix and I, then Nix adjusted me. I was almost certain she had given the key to him. He started to walk toward the cabin with me in his arms.

  “Mmm umm amm.” I tried to speak through the duct tape.

  “I’m taking you to the bathroom.” He said.

  How the heck did he understand me? I narrowed my eyes on him. His eyes hadn’t met mine while he carried me. However, a smirk was very present on his face. He opened the front door and carried me across the threshold just like a bride on her wedding night. Chills went up my spine, and goose bumps covered my arms. I felt his fingers grip just a little tighter onto me. He carried me through to the closest bathroom.

  I would know this cabin anywhere. Even though I hadn’t been here since before I was a teenager and both of our families came for two weeks over the Fourth of July weekend when I was about twelve. I remembered running through this very cabin with Brooklyn grabbing fishing poles and in our swimsuits.

  He set me down in the bathroom and gently removed the duct tape from my mouth. “I’m sorry.” He said when I flinched from the sting of the pain from removing the tape. He bent and ripped the duct tape off of my ankles. When he stood, he took my arms in his hands and brought my fingers to his lips. He gently kissed them. When he pulled back to inspect my wrists the handcuffs had already been removed. He had removed them like a pro. He kissed each wrist, then his eyes finally met mine.

  “I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

  Trying to find my voice I whispered hoarsely, “I’m the one that’s sorry.”

  He kissed me again, but this time bringing me to him and devouring me like a starving man. My eyes had closed, and I accepted him fully. When he pulled back, it took a moment for me to regain functions. He was just staring at me when my eyes finally open. I knew from looking into his bright blue eyes that he was mine forever.

  “Go ahead.” He said.

  “What?” I said, still sounding hoarse.

  “The bathroom. We will have time just for us. I’m not going anywhere.” He paused and smirked. “Not now that I finally have you all to myself.”

  I heard a throat clear. “I’m still here.” Brooklyn interrupted our little bubble.

  I held back my giggle only because I was still pissed at her. She had kidnapped me. I narrowed my eyes. She walked through and went to sit on the plaid sofa. I looked back at Nix and gave him a flirtatious smile. Then, I went into the bathroom to relieve myself. I stood there in front of the mirror after I washed my hands. I was pissed. I was also embarrassed I didn’t have an actual conversation with Nix when I broke up with him. All of this probably wouldn’t be happening if I would have just picked up the phone and talked to him. Even being in the same house as Nix was making my nerves on edge. It’s like every inch of my skin was on high alert.

  There was a knock at the door. “Chloe?” It was Brooklyn. I sighed. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk to her just then. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to leave the comfort of the bathroom, where I could hide from Nix, and the conversation we needed to have. “Please?” She said. “I don’t want you to be mad at me. I had to do it.” She had to do it? Had to? What the ever-lovin' heck? She didn’t have to kidnap me and bring me two hundred miles south to her parents' cabin. I’m not sure I would have gone if she would have asked. But it doesn’t matter now. Now, I’m standing less than ten feet away from the only boy I have ever honestly loved.

  I placed my hand onto the doorknob. I wasn’t sure I wanted to open it, but I needed just to do it. Before I could second guess myself, I twisted the knob and slowly opened the door. I was met by the most magnetic violet eyes. The eyes of my not-so-best-friend. I sighed, “I’m not mad.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me close. Her cheek squished against mine and she rocked me back and forth.

  “B, let her go.” Nix sighed.

  Without letting me go, she said, “never.”

  “B,” Nix growled.

  “Give me just a few more seconds,” Brooklyn said.

  “Times up.”

  She finally pulled away and there he was. He towered over us, his eyes bore into me as if he already knew everything, and I could see the slightest tremor of nervousness within him. What was going through his head at that very moment? It was too hard to tell. I couldn’t look him in the eye. I had been cruel not to explain what had happened. Especially considering everything he had done to make me feel comfortable throughout our time together. He had been amazing from the first moment he touched me. It wasn’t magical by any means, but it was right.

  Brooklyn slowly took a few steps back, keeping her eyes on us as she did, and a knowing smirk on her face. “I’m just going to go turn the TV on—really loud—and stay out of your way.”

  “Brooklyn,” Nix grumbled.

  “Just in case.” She giggled and took off.

  Nix watched me intently. I had wanted him to make the first move. I needed him to do it. I felt like a child while he decided what to do next. He grabbed my hand and walked me toward the sofa. He had me sit first. When he sat, he was so close to me that our hips, thighs, and a few other body parts were becoming alive with sensations just being close to one another.

  “Chloe,” his voice came out in a whisper, “don’t do this.” He said it more to himself than to me. I had no idea what he was talking about. Did he not want me? He had planned all of this to get me to talk to him, and now he didn’t want any of it. It just didn’t make sense. “Don’t leave me.” He said, more power behind his words, and his eyes rose to connect to mine. He made every inch of my body spark to life. It wasn’t over between us. I hadn’t wanted it to be. I wanted him to fight for us. To win us.

  Chapter 38

  I Won’t Give Up Until She’s Pucking Mine Again

  Nix

  She sat there not saying a single word. But her wordless answer was more than enough for me to understand. I just wanted to hear physically say she wanted me. Say she’d never leave me. I had to get her to understand I was in this. I wanted to explain everything. But I couldn’t get the words to come out.

  “Nix…”

  I heard my name barely cross her lips. I was done for. “I’m in love with you.”

  Her slight intake of air told me so much. She hadn’t been expecting me to tell her how I felt. So many emotions crossed her face while I sat waiting for some sort of response.

  In a meek voice, probably too shy to speak louder, she said, “I’ve been in love with you since before I can remember.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto my lap. My forehead tipped to hers, and we breathed in each other’s air for a few moments. I wrapped my hand around the side of her head and pulled her lips close to mine. I took a deep breath before I allowed myself to kiss her. When my lips met hers it was like time stood still. Her little fingers wrapped onto my shirt and held tight. I felt like a junior high schooler again. Trying to get as much physical connection to a girl as possible before we could get caught. She pulled away from me, and our eyes met.

  “I’m sorry for what I said to the reporters,” I said, for the first time in person. I had mentioned it before during one of our conversations over the phone. Where I could explain what had been going on in my head, but saying it at that point when she was so close to me meant so much more. I wanted her to really know that I had made a bad decision and I would never do it again.

  “And I’m sorry I couldn’t fight harder for us.” She replied, not able to meet my eyes as she said it.

  “I don’t care anymore. As long as we’re an us, I can’t care about what has happened in the past.” She pulled her eyes up to mine and gave me her shy smile. I kissed her again. This time deepening it. I was trying hard to keep the uncontrollable need to take her to my bed and claim her as mine again down. It was mor
e difficult than I had anticipated. She squirmed a little on my lap, and I felt my cock stiffen and take notice of how close she was.

  I hadn’t planned on making love to her while we were here. I knew I only had the one night—if that. My mom would probably call soon and complain that I hadn’t brought Chloe back home for her to say happy birthday to her in person. Shit, I hadn’t even said happy birthday to her. I was only focused on getting her to realize that I’m the only one for her and that we will work it out. Her mother wouldn’t be able to keep us apart. But I forgot to tell the one person I care about more than anything a simple happy birthday.

  “Chloe…” I spoke quietly.

  “Yeah?”

  “I… happy birthday.”

  She giggled and blushed. “It sure is.”

  I smashed my lips to hers. If I could have made her mine at that very moment, I would have. When she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck, I almost came in my jeans. I would much rather move this into the bedroom, but I didn’t want to assume we would jump right into bed. Even if she’s legal now. I felt like a teenage boy, my hands were everywhere, my cock was so hard that we could have dry-humped to get me off. For a moment I thought she was going to do it. She had straddled my thighs, which had aligned my hardest part with her softest one. Her soft pajama bottoms were rubbing up against the underside of the head of my cock. I was so keyed up I could feel my balls tighten and the telltale sign I’m about to embarrass myself, which I haven’t done since my own first time.