Page 8 of Puck Me Home Tonight

By the time I gather my things and skate to the bench, the rest of the team had already left the ice. The closer I get to the bench—I notice three guys sitting in the stands behind the bench. I can't believe my eyes when I realized who they are.

"Elenna, what the hell are you doing out there on the ice?" I'd recognize Raiden's voice anywhere, but what are they doing here?

"Who are those guys?" I glance at the coach for answers, but she's looking through her playbook, unconcerned about the drama unfolding around her.

"That's Daylen, Raiden, and Kepler, the owners of the Iowa Poseidon." She barely lifts her head from her book to answer, confirming my worst fears. No wonder Kepler wasn't worried about not knowing where to find me when I left without giving him that information.

Shit, shit, shit, this can't be happening. I've worked my whole life for this moment, only to have it ruined. Coming face-to-face with a one-night lapse of judgment is something I'm not ready for.

Oh, who am I kidding? I would do that again with the three of them over and over if only my life were different.

The three guys work their way to the bench. Daylen and Raiden looking extremely angry and confused, while a smiling Kepler acts like it's no big deal.

"Daylen, Raiden, Kepler. This is our new goalie. Lenni Klum." Coach introduces me to the three men who gave me the best orgasms of my life.

"Lenni, you say?" Daylen's eyes bore into mine, "is that short for something?"

I don't want to answer, but the coach gives me a strange look, so I have to comply. "It's short for Elenna. But I always go by Lenni."

"Always?" Raiden asks.

I swallow hard, "Most of the time I go by Lenni."

"Well, Lenni, why don't you hit the showers and meet us in our office in fifteen minutes?" Daylen growls, causing the coach to give me another strange look.

"Yes, Sir. I'll see you in fifteen minutes." I realize my mistake of calling him Sir too late, as all three of their faces look like they want to eat me alive—in a good way.

As they turn and walk away, I try to do the same, Coach grabs my arm. "I'm not sure what that was all about." She waves her hand toward the retreating owners, "If you ever need to talk to anyone, you can either talk to me or I have some connections with the Minnesota Norse, if you want to talk to Teagan Hayes, the other female, in the pro leagues."

"Thanks, coach. That was nothing. Don't worry about it—it won't interfere with how I play. I'm committed to the Poseidon." I say, unsure if I'm trying to convince her or myself.

"That's good to hear, but remember hockey isn't everything," she says before walking away, leaving me more confused than ever.

Could I really make it work dating the three team owners?

I doubt it. My life doesn't work like that.

eight

Daylen

Icouldkillmybrother. What in the fuck was he thinking involving us with one of our players. First, he put the idea of sharing a woman in our mind, then he pointed out the perfect woman for us all the while knowing who she was.

"What were you thinking Kepler?" Raiden paces my office. "You had to have known who she was before we all hooked up with her. You're the one who's been scouting her. Hell, it was your idea to sign her."

I've never seen Raiden as mad as he is right now. And I don't blame him. What Kepler did was a dick move, setting us up like that, knowing we can't go any further with Elenna.

As the oldest, I need to defuse the situation. "It's fine. We're all adults here. I'm sure we can go on like nothing happened."

"Fuck that. I still want her." Raiden growls, his eyes blazing in anger. "If she'll still have us. But after the look she gave us when she found out who we were, I'm not sure that's possible."

I'm not sure it's possible either. I mean what would the gossip sites think about a female hockey player screwing the owners of the team she plays on. We need to put Elenna, I guess it's Lenni, first.

"Look, Raiden. Lenni is our first priority. We need to obey her wishes. If she wants to continue with our arrangement, we will. If not, we can't force her." I play my trump card, needing to know where they stand with Lenni. "Besides, now that Kepler has put the idea in our heads, there are other women besides Lenni out there."

Both my brothers lunge at me like, ready to beat me to a bloody stump, each yelling their displeasure with my idea as I sidestep their attack.

"Like hell we will."

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