Page 2 of Puck Me Home Tonight

I give her a pleading look not to introduce us, but she doesn't take the hint, "This is my best friend, Elenna." She throws an arm around my shoulders. "We're here to have a little fun and find a guy or guys for the night." She smirks.

The smirk is short lived as her stepbrother throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Like hell, you are." Before storming off the dance floor.

"Sorry about that. Did you drive?" One of the wicked friends asks me. I shake my head. "Do you think you can call for a ride?" The other wicked friend asks as they both keep an eye on Briella and her stepbrother who has finally set her back on the ground at the edge of the dance floor.

Whatever is happening between the four of them is none of my business. Besides I don't want to interfere since Briella doesn't look to be in any danger.

"It's fine." I give them a friendly smile. "I'll call for a ride." They nod before pushing their way through the crowd to Briella who continues to glare at all three of them.

With a sigh I work my way through the crowd to the other side of the dance floor in the direction of the exit. At least one of us will be getting lucky tonight. As much as Briella wants to deny it, there is definitely something going on with those guys.

I'm a few feet from the front door and my freedom from this disappointing celebratory night, when someone blocks my escape route. "Going somewhere, Beautiful?"

My gaze travels up the muscular chest in a form fitting black dress shirt, to the open neck, to a square jaw before meeting an intense pair of blue eyes. A movement to the right and one to the left of him catches my eye as I shift my gaze between the three of them, noticing they're the guys from the VIP section.

My pulse rate speeds up until I remember they want Briella and not me. "She's over there." I jerk my head backward. "But you have some competition." I manage to say through the pain.

So stupid, I should have known better. I'm a guy's best friend, not his girlfriend.

I take a step to go around the three of them when a large hand lightly grips my elbow. "I'm not sure who you think we're talking about, but we want you, Beautiful."

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Daylen

"Whydidyoudragus here again?" I love my younger brothers, really, I do, but hanging out at some nightclub hasn't been my idea of fun in over fifteen years since I was twenty-three and a rookie in the NHL.

"Don't look at me. It was Kepler's idea." Raiden points to a smug looking Kepler.

He might be the middle brother, but Raiden is far from the group's peacemaker. His motto has always been, "Either you sink or swim—there's no in between."

I take a sip of the top-shelf whiskey the beautiful hostess set on the table in the VIP section of the nightclub, where only the rich and famous are allowed. At least it saves us from being in the thick of the club, surrounded by a meat market of women and men all searching for a one night hook-up.

It's one of many perks my two brothers and I enjoy, thanks to being the owners of the State's only pro hockey team, the Iowa Poseidon.

"Alright. Why are we here?" I turn my attention to my youngest brother, his eyes gleaming in mischief.

"You know how hard it's been for us to meet women who get along." I know all too well how hard it is. How often have I gotten a text from a girlfriend complaining about Raiden or Kepler's girlfriends being mean to them. I know Raiden and Kepler have had the same problem with women they've dated. "Well, what if we all date the same woman?"

"I.." Kepler cuts me off before I can explain why I don't think it can work, but I'm already picturing the three of us sharing the same woman and I don't hate the idea.

"The Minnesota Norse all paired off in groups of four, sharing the same woman. Hell, some of our players are doing it."

I glance at Raiden to gauge his reaction, only to be met with a look of interest. "It might actually work," Raiden says. "I mean, not only would no longer have to worry about them fighting or complaining that we don't spend enough time with them, but we also won't have to worry about where to spend the holidays."

Raiden has a point. Growing up was hard on us. We might all share the same father, but we have different mothers who always fight over who goes where for the holidays. God forbid they all spent a holiday with our father and all his children.

"Okay, so let's say we agree on this plan. Where are we going to find a woman we all want to be with? Who wants to be with all three of us?" I look between Kepler and Raiden, we have similar tastes in women, but a little more is at stake here. I don't want us to fuck this up before we've even started.

A huge grin crosses Kepler's face. "How about her?" He points down at the dance floor below us to a gorgeous brunette with stick straight hair that I want to mess up. "The sexy brunette dancing next to the pretty little blonde." He adds.

Like he had to clarify.

We're struck silent as we watch her dance—her wide hips and thick thighs swaying to the beat. Add her tiny waist and giant breasts and we are gone for this woman.

Like a magnet, she looks up to the VIP section. Her eyes shift between the three of us before shifting back to the dance floor. I'll be damned if we don't all leap out of our chairs and rush to the dance floor to claim her before she gets away.

We push our way down the stairs into the main club area, searching for the gorgeous brunette. The club is especially busy tonight, as it's a Friday night and the club is so new. Everyone wants to be seen at the hottest club in town.

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