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Raiden

"Ithinkyou'rereallygoing to like the new goalie." Kepler leans back in his seat as we watch the team practice from the family skybox in the arena.

It's been two days since he let Elenna walk out of our lives. I'm still pissed at him for letting her slip through our fingers. She was perfect for us, and he just let her leave without getting her phone number. The last place I want to be is watching a hockey practice. We should be searching the city for our girl.

"Lenni is a great goalie. We're lucky to have signed her before someone else noticed her." A smug look crosses Kepler's face, making me want to punch him.

"Fine," I say through gritted teeth. "I'll sit here and watch our new goalie."

I spent all weekend searching the internet for anyone named Elenna with zero leads to our woman. I'm beginning to worry we'll never find her. After practice I'm going to hire a private investigator to find her.

Fucking Kepler.

The new goalie really is something else. The way she blocks shots and scans the ice, it's like she's played with this team forever. And the guys aren't taking it easy on her either. They're taking the shots as hard as they would with any goalie, male or female.

I continue watching her every move, almost like I'm in a trance. Her moves are sharp yet graceful in a way I've never seen a male goalie move. Hell, even when she falls to her knees on her pads to make a save, she looks as though she's floating.

Damn, if losing Elenna isn't making me act like a lovesick fool. Who in the hell would ever say a goalie is floating when they are obviously taking hit after hit on their knees with such force.

And just like that a vision of Elenna on her knees with her lips around my cock as she strokes Daylen and Kepler's cocks has me reliving that night like I have every night since sharing her with my brothers.

Fuck me if Elenna wasn't perfect for the three of us.

"She's good." Daylen says, pulling my attention away from the ice. It's the first words he's spoken to either of us since Kepler let Elenna leave without getting her phone number.

He's just as pissed at Kepler as I am. What makes it worse is Kepler's attitude—like he doesn't have a care in the world letting the best thing that's ever happened to us slip out of our lives without any way to contact her.

"She's better than good." Kepler gives us a mysterious smirk. "Did you see how fast she bounced back on her skates after blocking that shot with her knees? Why don't we go down to the ice and get a closer look?" His smirk widens making me wonder what he's hiding from us.

I wish I could fire him. Maybe I can disown him. I'm sure it wouldn't take much to convince Daylen to get rid of Kepler even if he is our brother and a part owner of the team.

As much as I want to rush back to my office and continue the search for Elenna, I know work comes first, for now. If we want any chance to win the Stanley Cup this year, it's with our new goalie leading the way with her unbelievable saves.

The walk from the skybox to the arena floor feels like it takes forever as Kepler goes on and on about our new goalie. She's good. We get it. But right now, my thoughts are still with Elenna and how I can find her.

We barely sit down in the arena seats behind the bench before the coach is blowing her whistle to end the practice. All the players skate off to the locker room leaving only the new goalie and head coach on the ice.

The goalie slips off her helmet as she skates closer to us. I must be seeing things, because our new goalie looks exactly like Elenna only with her hair braided.

"Elenna, what the hell are you doing out there on the ice?" The words fly out of my mouth as I glance from an angry looking Daylen to a smiling Kepler.

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Lenni

Deflectingpuckafterpuckfrom some of the best players in the NHL, gives me the confidence I need to believe I belong here. It also takes my mind off what happened Friday night and again Saturday morning.

"Run the play again," Coach yells from the sidelines. "If we stand a chance against the Norse, we need to make sure we run it tight and hold our lines. Lenni watch for Bowen on the outside, he's got a mean shot coming off the right side."

I take everything the coach says to heart, watching the puck gliding down the ice, shifting as the players move their bodies, waiting patiently until I hear the smack of the stick against the puck, knowing it's now my time to react. I shift my legs doing the splits blocking the puck from the net as my team cheers, the whistle blows ending the practice.

"Sick moves, Lenni, I'm glad you're on our side and not the opponents." Bowen slaps me on the back even though I blocked his shot earlier.

All my teammates have been super sweet, considering I only met them three hours ago. I've actually met everyone involved with the team except for the owners, who I'm supposed to have a meet-and-greet after practice with since they were busy with official team business before practice. I know it's only been one practice, but I feel like I truly belong here.

"Everyone hit the showers. "That's it for today's practice. I'll see you all back tomorrow at 8:00 AM sharp." Coach yells.

I accept a few more congratulations from my teammates before I slide off my helmet and skate to the bench to grab my water bottle before I hit the showers. Luckily, I'll be using a separate locker room to shower in.

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