One Bride for the Band

One Bride for the Band Jess Bentley Copyright © 2023 by Jess Bentley All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, names, characters, brands, media, and incidents are purely coincidental. Cover Design: Reddhott Covers Editor: Jersey Devil Editing Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 EPILOGUE EXCERPT from ONE BRIDE FOR THREE SINGLE DADS Also by Jess Bentley About the Author Prologue Alyssa Later Van stands in the bright light of the doorway, his form nearly silhouetted. He is clad in only soft gray jeans with rips in the knees. The top button is undone, just revealing the striped waistband of his black boxer briefs. He carelessly traces the faint lines of his washboard abs with lazy fingers, the same fingers that have written some of the lyrics I sing. I want to trace those lines. With my tongue. “Princess,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. His dark eyebrows are drawn together but I can’t read his expression in the dim light. “Are you ready for us?” I gulp and nod. Us. Just the thought fills me with excitement, trepidation. I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about it. But what will the reality be like? Can I handle all of them at once? What if anyone finds out? The press? Geesha? Fuck it. It’s worth it. Or if it isn’t, I can’t resist. “I need you to say it,” he instructs, shifting his weight from one foot to another, standing taller until his frame almost fills the doorway. His voice is low, rumbling, but not unkind. Masterful. “Tell me what you want, princess.” I gulp again, willing my voice to sound even half as strong. Jeez, I can sound confident on stage, so I can do it now. “I am ready for you all. I want you all. Yes. Yes.” I sit up in bed, chin raised, letting the silky sheets fall away from my body. I take a deep breath. The cool air hits my breasts, and I feel my nipples crinkle as they harden. Light flashes as Van comes through the door. Another blink as Cameron follows, head down but looking up through his eyelashes, almost shy. He rakes a hand through his dirty blond hair. Rhys is next, and with one movement he reaches back and pulls his soft blue sweatshirt over the top of his head, baring his muscled torso and the range of tattoos on his arms. He grins at me, standing proudly with a hip out, and winks. My heart leaps. “God, you look beautiful, darling,” Rhys says. “You always do.” This is it. My three men, my heroes, my protectors. My band. Can a dream you never knew you had come true? Chapter 1 Alyssa Earlier ♫ All I ever wanted was for us to be together ♫ ♫ Just trying to work things out ♫ ♫ What you wanted was another pretty picture ♫ ♫ Yeah, I’m just another girl you won’t write home about ♫ I’m sitting on the edge of my bed working on yet another one of my songs. I’m so used to uploading my original tracks to YouTube once a week that it just feels like second nature to me, even after working a twelve-hour shift waitressing at the diner today. And while I’m so exhausted my pick is barely putting enough pressure on the guitar strings to get the sound I want, I’m sailing through the fog in my brain, determined to come through the other side with something that’s going to make me proud. I’m sure Taylor Swift, and shoot, even Paul McCartney have had days like today, where they were so wiped they wanted to just pass out and snooze until late in the afternoon without a care in the world. It’s been my dream ever since I graduated with a B.A. in Music to be one of the greatest songwriters ever, so I goad myself into playing my guitar with even more passion than before, until the sounds I’m dreaming of are finally resonating in my tiny bedroom. By the time I’m halfway through getting the song down on my computer, there’s a loud knocking on my bedroom door. Sighing heavily, I trudge over to the doorway, my guitar still in my grip. I pull the knob while trying to arrange my features to hide my irritation. But as soon as my eyes lock on Marina’s, any frustration is replaced with a big smile spreading across my face. Marina Williams has been my best friend since high school. She’s got pretty big dreams of her own—she wants to be a superstar actress out in L.A., despite the fact that we’re both stuck in this small town until further notice. She also used to work at the diner as a waitress until she found a better gig as a bartender on the other side of town, pulling in the kind of tips that I could only dream of. Although I have a feeling that the reason for Marina’s big tips have less to do with her drink-mixing skills and more to do with her fantastic figure and gorgeous green eyes. “Is that a new song?” Marina says with a smile. “Because I like it already.” “It’s new-ish,” I reply. “I’ve been working on the lyrics for it ever since I broke up with Tommy—” “Ugh!” Marina frowns. “Don’t say that name. It’s like you’re summoning the devil or something.” “I mean, he wasn’t the devil,” I start. “But…he was pretty damn