Page 2 of Puck the Halls

Getting a call from your mother at midnight on a Tuesday night is never good—driving hours with my two brothers through the middle of the night in silence as we all worry about our father's condition is just as bad.

After numerous rounds of blood tests and diagnostic testing, the doctors diagnosed our father with GERD, or acid reflux, instead of the heart attack that was the initial concern. But to be on the safe side, the doctors wanted him to spend one more night in the hospital. We all agreed, but we didn't expect our mother to shoo us out of the hospital room, demanding that we go to our childhood home to sleep while she stayed with our father at the hospital.

"No, it's not." My youngest brother, Tate, jumps out of his chair, almost knocking it over in his haste.

He takes her by the hand, guiding her onto the high stool, but not before I see a flash of red material covering her pussy before she's able to situate herself on the seat, causing the three of us to groan.

My brothers and I have never fought over a woman before because, frankly, as pro hockey players, and now that I'm a head coach and they are my assistants, there's never been a shortage of women. But thanks to this woman, that might all change.

I don't know what it is about her that has us all tied in knots. It can't be her beauty—we've all been with beautiful women—but I think it has more to do with the shy insecurity lurking in her sapphire blue eyes, which makes me want to protect her from heartache.

Unfortunately, all we have time for is a quick one-and-done hookup, which I'm not sure she's ready for by the way she nervously bites her lower lip.

After Tate gets her settled in the chair, he returns to his chair, which has magically gotten closer to the mystery woman. I glance toward Sam and find him casually pulling his chair closer to her. I'd laugh at how they seem to be marking their territory if I didn't feel the same way, so instead, I roll my eyes and put an end to our obsession.

"We were actually just leaving. So the table is all yours." I don't expect to see the sadness that fills her eyes at my words, and for some reason, I want to do whatever it takes to see that shy, seductive smile back on her face. But before I can, Sam speaks up.

"That's okay, Cooper. You can go ahead and go. Tate and I would like to spend some time with…" He trails off, "What is your name, beautiful?" He picks up her hand, placing his lips on the top in a lingering kiss, causing her to blush a pretty shade of pink, confirming my suspicion that she's not the type of woman who hangs out in bars, propositioning guys every day.

"Jolie. My name is Jolie." She ducks her head in an adorable way that has my cock pressing tightly against my zipper.

"Yeah, Coop, we'll see you at home later," Tate adds, his eyes eating up every inch of her body.

The last thing I want to do is fight with my brothers over a woman, so I do the honorable thing and bow out, "Okay, I'll see you later." I take one last look at the beautiful woman. I can't help but wish she would reject my brothers because I'm not sure I can handle knowing that one of them touched her instead of me.

But like the good big brother I am, I step aside until her soft voice calls to me. "Don't leave. I want to be with all of you at the same time."

"What exactly do you mean?" I pin her in place with a stare that has made grown men cry, but she surprises me with her quick answer.

"It's my birthday today. I want to do something a little wild and crazy. I have this fantasy where I have sex with three guys at the same time. I have a room upstairs." She whispers the wordsex and fuck me if she isn't the cutest woman I've ever been propositioned by.

"Is that so?" She gives me a firm nod as Tate and Sam finally come out of their shock and give me a nod of their own. "Have you ever been with three guys before?" She shakes her head, so I continue. "How about two guys at the same time?" She shakes her head again.

"I've only ever been with one guy at a time." Her eyes hold mine, showing me how determined she is to go through with her birthday wish.

I've never been into sharing a woman, and I'm pretty sure my brothers haven't either. By the way, they're intently watching our conversation—I would say they're on board to start. But before we do this, because God help me, I have to have this woman anyway I can—she needs to know exactly what she's getting into.

"So, you're saying you're ready to have all of your holes used and abused by the three of us at the same time, filling you so full of cum it will be draining from you for days afterward." Her breath hitches as it starts to come out in sexy little pants, giving us a preview of how responsive she'll be to our touch. "Having one guy fondle your breasts while another guy plays with your clit." I watch as her eyes dilate as my words sink in. "Or are you too much of a prude to be fucked by three guys at the same time?" Her eyes snap to mine at my vulgar words, but there's no going back.

I nod at Sam and Tate, knowing without words they'll understand what I'm asking them to do. The three of us are ateam, after all, first when we shared the ice together as players, then when we shared the bench together as coaches, and now as we prepare to share Jolie.

Understanding dawns on both Sam and Tate as Sam throws his arm around Jolie's shoulders and slides his hand inside the top of her dress, plucking at her hard nipple. Her surprised moan goes straight to my cock, but it's nothing like the sound she makes when Tate slides his hand under her skirt to play with her pussy which I'm positive is soaked in her desire.

She closes her eyes and throws her head back, a look of pure bliss crossing her face. "Open you're eyes, Jolie, and look at us as Sam plays with your amazing tits and Tate finger fucks your sweet little pussy."

Luckily, Sam and Tate's bodies shield her from the rest of the bar as the loud conversations around us drown out her moans as they become bold with their treatment of her body. Her nipples harden to such tight points as Sam pinches the left one.

Her hips squirm in her chair as she tries to close her legs around Tate's hand, "Wider, or he'll stop." I threaten, and she obeys, opening her thighs to his touch. "Good girl."

She bites her lip, letting her eyes shift from Tate to Sam and then to me. I can tell she's seconds away from coming, but that would be too easy.

"Enough," I say.

Sam and Tate reluctantly obey as they slowly pull their hands away from Jolie's body.

Where pleasure once crossed her face, it's now replaced by confusion. "Why did you tell them to stop?"

"Because it's the moment of truth, Jolie. Are we going upstairs to your room to finish this, or are you going to come to your senses and turn into a prude?" I know my words are harsh, but having sex with three guys at the same time might sound like a great fantasy to her now, but what happens tomorrow morning with her body sore and well-used by three strangers?

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