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Briella

One Year Earlier

Thewarmnightoceanbreeze feels amazing on my bare shoulders. It's not often I get to wear a dress that shows off my shoulders—my legs yes, but my shoulders not so much. After years of freezing my ass off in ice skating rinks, this is truly paradise. Or it would be if my mother wasn't getting remarried to a man I don't even know.

Tomorrow at this time I'll have a brand-new stepfather and stepbrother that I know nothing about. It's not that I don't want my mom to remarry considering my father remarried years ago. It's how fast she's getting married after only knowing the guy for less than three weeks that worries me.

Sure, on paper he sounds like a perfect guy, from his job as a high-profile sports agent to the huge diamond ring he bought my mom, he seems like a great catch. Except I can't shake the feeling that something doesn't add up. Like why I've gotten tons of pictures of my mother and her ring over the last few days, but none with her and her fiancé.

The mystery continues as their private plane was delayed, grounding them until at least tomorrow morning. Luckily, it's a sunset ceremony on the beach and not a sunrise service.

Being a perfectionist, my mother planned her wedding days ago, confirming every detail online. All she had to do was show up with the groom, which now seems like the most difficult part of the destination wedding.

The last time my mother sent me a text, I didn't bother asking the where abouts of my soon to be stepbrother. If anything, I'm relieved to have a few hours to myself. I didn't want to jinx my time alone asking about him and end up having to entertain some stranger.

"Miss. The gentlemen at the end of the bar bought you this." The hotel bartender nods to the end of the bar as he sets a glass filled with bright blue alcohol and matching blue sugar around the rim.

My initial thought is to not even glance at the end of the bar, but to politely decline the drink. Instead, my curiosity wins the fight as my eyes shift to the end of the bar.

Holy smokes, they're three of the hottest guys I've ever seen and they're looking at me like they want to lick every part of my body. My panties instantly dampen at the thought as my clit begins to throb causing me to squirm on the barstool.

Damn, all these sixteen hour a day practices. Well, that and the fact that my fuckbuddy, Sean, switched training facilities six months ago, putting an end to our quickies at the ice arena.

My clit throbs harder, reminding me everything I've given up, chasing that gold medal. It might be time to finally give up on my dream since I'm getting up there in age.

At twenty-three, I'm the oldest figure skater on the team. I swore to myself this was the last of my Olympic dreams. If I don't make the team in the next two years, I'm officially retiring from the sport.

But for now, I want to explore the fantasy of a tropical island hook-up. And I know just the three guys that will be perfect for the job.

"Thanks." I nod at the bartender, before turning back to the three gorgeous guys at the end of the bar. I make eye contact with each one then lift the tropical drink in a salute as I tip the cool glass to my lips, drinking the slushy alcohol until nothing is left but a ring of blue sugar on the other side of the glass.

Placing the empty glass on the bar, I grab my purse, slide off the barstool, and swing my hips back and forth in what I hope looks sexy until I reach my targets at the end of the bar.

"Hello, gentlemen. I have a proposition for you." I pause for dramatic effect. What can I say, I'm a figure skater, we love the dramatics. "How would you like to come up to my room for a little fun?"

"Are you sure you can handle all three of us at the same time, little girl?" The guy in the middle raises his eyebrow with a smirk in challenge. His two partners in crime giving me the same look.

Their kind of arrogance is normally a turn off for me, but for some reason I seem to be drawn to it tonight.

Damn my neglected lady bits.

Even when I was fooling around with Sean, it was always a quick poke here or a quick suck there. It always left me unsatisfied. It never failed I would end up still having to take care of myself when I got home from practice.

But something about the three of them makes me believe I won't have to worry about taking care of myself tonight. "Challenge accepted." I give them a smirk of my own.

Their smirks change to shock in a split second, before turning into smiles. "Are you serious about this, or are you just a cock tease?" The guy closest to me asks.

"Let's just say someone is going to get their cock teased to night. If the three of you aren't interested, I can find some other guys that are." I shrug, turning my back to them like I'm going to make good on my threat.

"Now hold on there a minute." The guy the farthest away from me, slides in front of me with so much speed, I would swear he was the Flash himself. "We never said we weren't interested in sharing you."

The heat in his eyes soaks my panties even more than I thought possible. "So, are we just going to stand around here all night? Or have you decided that this little girl his tall enough for the ride?"

I've never had the opportunity to flirt with a guy before, let alone three. But I must be doing something right as they eagerly respond. "You're tall enough alright." The middle guy runs his gaze up and down my body, causing my already hard nipples to tighten even more. "I'm Blade, by the way. That's Ivan." He points at the guy that was sitting the closest to me at the bar. "And that's Atlas." He points to the guy blocking my path.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Bri…" I catch myself before I give them my real name.

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