Page 126 of My Ex's Brothers

How did I get so lucky?

“So much fun,” I say as I kiss Dane. He wraps his arms around me, falling into me, into my kiss with ease.

“We should celebrate,” Richie says. “I mean, Mom and Gary have the baby, so…we should go out.”

“Like…together out?” Tripp asks carefully, and I have to wonder if they’ve ever hung out together outside of hockey at all.

“Yeah. Unless you need to be in bed with your snuggly wittle animal, Twipp,” Richard taunts him.

“Fuck you, Richie. I ain’t no Cinderella. This pumpkin can stay out a lot longer than you.”

Dane rolls his eyes. “Kids, am I right?” he asks with humor.

I can’t help but laugh as Tripp flips him off.

“I think it’ll be fun,” I say. “And I don’t know about the three of you, but I think we could all use some fun right now, right?”

Tripp grins. “Fun is my middle name.”

“Then it’s settled,” Dane says as he cues up his phone. “Drinks at Badgertown?” he asks.

Richie nods. “Yeah, they do karaoke tonight. That should be fun.”

Tripp clasps his hands together and gasps. “I love karaoke!”

“Of course you do,” Richard drawls, giving me a smirk.

And I think tonight is going to be absolutely amazing.

Several drinks and songs later, I can’t deny that I feel amazing.

I’m not sure what I thought a night out with my three boyfriends would be like, but it’s by far been the most fun I’ve had in ages.

Tripp holds me tight as he kisses me, his kisses messy and wet while Dane tries his hardest to get the key in our front door.

“Give me that,” Richard growls. “Fucking idiots.”

Dane sighs as I move to grab him, pulling him to me from behind. I have the strongest urge to kiss him until I can’t breathe. I feel too good right now, and I can’t even blame the alcohol. Though I’m sure the three martinis aren’t helping, either.

Dane pulls me into the house, tugging at my shirt. I let him take it off of me, noting Richard’s curse, but before I can say a word, I feel Tripp behind me, pressing his hardness against me.

I open my eyes to find Richie shaking his head. I reach my hand for him wordlessly and he takes it. I pull him to me, kissing him just as messily as Tripp is kissing my neck right now.

“I had so much fun,” I say with excitement. “I don’t want to stop.”

Tripp laughs. “Me either, Mamma Mia. We need to go karaoke-ing more often. You sing like an angel.”

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” Dane asks, pulling me toward the couch.

I follow him with ease, noting Tripp’s whine. Dane works at my pants with haste, his mouth finding mine like a guided missile.

“Mhmmm…” I say. “And even Daddy had fun, I think.” I shoot Richie a look over my shoulder. “Right?”

Richie’s gaze is dark, his hand on his cock. “I can think of other ways I’d like to have fun that involve you wailing not so melodically.”

“Me too,” Tripp says, crawling onto the couch beside me.

Dane tenses.

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