Page 26 of My Ex’s Brothers (Hockey Harems #2)

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AMELIA

I let out a deep breath, stilling my nerves. Tonight is the home game.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not like I haven’t been to a game. I’ve been to plenty. But this feels bigger.

Dane and Richie are playing, but Tripp is technically my date. It’s the first official date we’ve gone on, which feels both strange and not strange at all.

“Pretzel?” He offers me part of his giant pretzel as we sit in the seats.

I tear off a piece and smile. “Thanks.”

We settle into our seats which are right up against the glass. The arena fills up quickly, as Tripp and I devour our box of popcorn, pretzel, and nachos.

“What?” I ask, mid-pretzel bite.

“Nothing, I’m just…really glad we’re doing this,” he says. “A date.”

I grin. “Me too. Maybe one day after work I’ll be able to swing by and watch you practice.”

“Really?” His eyes light up, and my heart warms.

I nod. “Absolutely. And you know…” I nudge his shoulder. “The university has free childcare for its employees. So…I could just pick up Lyla after you’re done.”

“I’d like that,” he says thoughtfully. “Just tell me when, and I’ll make sure I stretch right in front of you. Show off all these perfect muscles and?—”

“Oh stop,” I tease him. He grabs me, pulling me close and kissing me. I startle for a moment, but ease. He tastes like salty nachos and beer mixed with sugary kettle corn.

I giggle as I kiss him back, teasing his tongue with mine.

The lights dim and flash and I know it’s time. Tripp lets go of me, cheering and jumping as the music starts. A moment later, the Badgers all skate out, and I search the ice for the Rose brothers.

Dane passes me first, grinning ear to ear. He winks at me as he skates past. Richie tears off, easily one of the biggest men on the ice, period. He’s not hard to miss. When he skates by, he kisses the air before placing two fingers in front of his mouth and making the most obscene gesture, which causes me to turn six shades of red.

“He’s a fucking animal,” Tripp grunts, but there’s no animosity in his voice. Just pure, unadulterated annoyance. Sibling rivalry, but so much more than just the typical.

Considering there are twenty years between them, I’m not surprised they irritate one another. But there are some things they can agree on.

Hockey, family, and love are three of them.

The game is intense. The other team—the Malscott Magpies—give the Badgers a run for their money. It’s neck and neck, and in the last leg of the game, Richie shoots and scores. Winning the game.

I grin, hooting and hollering alongside Tripp as the buzzer sounds and the lights flash.

“That was insane!” Tripp says as we make our way near the locker rooms.

“I know!” I whistle. “Honestly, I didn’t think they were going to make it.”

“Richie coming in clutch as usual. Guy’s a menace out there. He might be old, but he’s so fucking good.”

I smack Tripp in the chest. “He’s forty-five, not eighty!”

Tripp rolls his eyes. “I forgot you like those old geezers.”

I smack him again. “Technically, you do too. I’m older than you, need I remind you.”

Tripp rolls his eyes. “Yeah, by like six years, Mia. Not fifteen.”

I scoff playfully at him as he laughs. “Dane’s only two years older than me,” I say.

“Dane’s mentally an eighty-six-year-old grandpa.”

I laugh. “He is not.”

“Oh, let me tell you a story from when I was a wee lad…” Tripp teases, his smile contagious.

“Shut up!”

He laughs, pulling me against him and kissing me, a flurry of quick, sweet kisses on my mouth, my neck, my jaw…

“Get a room, Tripp, not all of us are into voyeurism,” Richie calls out, and my cheeks heat even more.

“You were amazing out there!” I say, pushing away from Tripp. I don’t miss his sigh, but he doesn’t seem to care, leaning against the wall.

Richie stares down at me with freshly washed hair, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement. “I know,” he says cockily. “But I had to put on a good show for my baby girl.”

Tripp groans. “So cringe, bro.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Richie bites out, and I laugh.

“Like I said,” Tripp mutters. “Old geezers.”

“Fuck you, Tripp.”

I watch as Tripp flips off his stepbrother. “You wish, grandpa.”

“Hey, Mia…” Dane’s voice breaks the spell. “I’m so glad you came.” He looks between Tripp and me. “I hope you two…had fun?”

I grin, throwing my arms around Dane, not giving a flying fuck who sees me. When the three of them are around me, I find nothing else seems to matter. Because they feel right. My sweet, sexy, loving boyfriends.

Sometimes it hits me, that truth.

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.

“What?” Tripp looks up, glancing between Dane and Richie. “Don’t bench me now,” he says. “I’m part of this pucking pack too, you know!”

I laugh, pretty sure he meant fucking pack , but the word oddly fits.

“You have to listen,” Richie says. “And do exactly what I say, or this isn’t going to work. Got it?”

I look at Richie, unable to hide my fiendish grin.

“Whatever, Daddy ,” Tripp grunts, but I see the excitement in his eyes as he crawls toward me. Dane unbuttons my pants and Tripp slides his down my panties.

Lord take me now.

“Is she wet?” Richie asks, removing his shirt.

“Oh yeah,” Tripp says. “These panties are soaked.” He grins. “And in just a minute she’s going to be soaking my fucking fingers.”

My legs tense, because I know he’s right. Just being in this position, between him and Dane, hearing Richie’s rugged voice, has my insides twisting like a hurricane.

“Dane, suck her tits,” Richie belts out, and Dane doesn’t protest once. I remove his shirt, my hands making quick work of his jeans while he unhooks my bra and lets my breasts free. “Tripp, stop playing with Amelia and get undressed.”

“But—”

“You want to play with the big boys, Tripp, you do as I say.”

“Asshole,” Tripp mutters, but I feel him vacate me and a moment later, the sound of his clothes hitting the floor echoes in the space.

“Alright, for this to work, we need to work together ,” Richie says.

“What are you, my fucking coach?” Tripp asks as he pulls me back against him, rubbing his cock against my seam. I feel Dane’s hands roving over me, sliding into my heated core. Tripp’s hands return as well and just as Richie starts to argue, I cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck!”

Tripp laughs. “One down, a hundred more to go.”

Dane kisses me, swallowing my cries.

“Use that wetness to lube her ass, Tripp,” Richie says. “Work her up until she can take you from behind.”

“And what are you going to do, Daddy ?” he growls, his sarcasm evident. “Watch like a pervy old man?”

Dane laughs against my lips. “I see why you like him, now.”

I giggle against Dane as he holds me, kisses me, giggling with me while Richie and Tripp argue.

“I’m going to fucking shut you up with this dick in a minute, Tripp.”

Tripp rolls his eyes. “Whatever, don’t get your briefs in a twist.” I feel him a moment later, his fingers sliding my wetness against my seam.

“Dane, I want you riding front row,” Richie says.

“Uh-huh,” Dane grunts as I wrestle to get to his cock.

“She ready yet, Tripp?” Richie asks.

Tripp slides a second finger into my ass and I clench. Hard.

“Relax, baby girl,” Richie says as he comes closer. I realize then that he’s naked. I don’t know when he lost his clothes, but I don’t care. Just the sight of him before me, gazing down at me like this, is enough to make my pussy throb.

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Relax so Tripp can fit that cute little cock into your tight little hole.”

“I’m not little, asshole!” Tripp bellows, and Richie grins.

“Relax.”

I nod, trying to listen to my best ability, but between Dane’s mouth on my breasts, Tripp’s fingers in my ass, and Richie’s lust-filled gaze, words are difficult.

“Open up wide for Tripp so he can fill you up good.”

“O-okay…” I say as Tripp curses, probing my ass with two fingers.

“Are you ready for him, baby girl?” Richie asks.

“I th-think so,” I say, swallowing nervously.

“Tripp, grab her hips and work her onto your dick. Slowly, don’t go too fast.”

“Okay,” Tripp breathes. I hear his hiss among his curses as he slowly pushes into me, breaching me.

“Oh fuck!” I yell as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

“Two,” Tripp groans. “Two for Tripp, zero for Richie.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tripp,” Richie says, his tone annoyed.

“Just saying for those keeping score…” His voice trails off as he bottoms out and I moan. “God, Mia…you’re tight as hell back here.”

“Alright, Tripp, secure her hips. Dane, get that cock in our sweet little girl’s pussy right now. Brace yourself on Tripp if you need balance.”

Tripp clears his throat. “I got you, bro. I can take the weight.”

Dane shakes his head as he straddles me, his cockhead brushing against my clit. “Is that what you want, Mia?”

I nod, catching Richie’s heated gaze. He strokes his cock, and I don’t miss the gleaming glimmer of precum.

“Does Daddy like this?” I ask, which makes them all turn to look at Richie.

Richie smirks. “I’ll like it better when they’re filling you with all that sweet cum of theirs.” My head falls back against Tripp, who curses. Dane lets out a strangled moan that makes my pussy flutter. “And then when they’ve got you all nice and full, I’ll fill you up with mine.”

Dane braces himself against me and Tripp as he guides his cock into me, slowly. Too slowly.

“More, Dane,” I request.

He bites his lip. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it, sweetheart. I can…” He closes his eyes.

“I’ll help,” Tripp says as he pushes me up just a hair. I pull off of him and Dane falls forward, sliding into me with ease.

“Teamwork makes the dream work, right?” Tripp says, his voice dark and sexy. All humor is gone.

I reach my hand out for Richie.

“This what you want, baby girl?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “Stuffed with all that cock and you want this, do you?”

I nod, needing to feel him. He’s too far away, and though I don’t mind watching the show before me, I need to feel him.

“Well, what my baby girl wants, she gets, so…” He removes his hand and shoves his cock against my palm. “Dane, start moving.”

“I can’t…” he says.

Richie leans forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. “Tripp…push her forward. Get Dane down so she’s on top and you’re in control. If he can’t fucking move, you can.”

“What were you a cruise director before you played hockey, good lord.”

It takes a moment to shift, and I feel everything. Every time Tripp’s or Dane’s cock moves, I feel it. Switching positions drags them against me and I shudder out of nowhere, another orgasm hitting me. Richard shifts, pressing his cock against my mouth, and I don’t think twice about opening for him.

He slides his cock into my mouth with a deep groan. “Fuck yeah, baby girl, that’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

My orgasm hits its crescendo and I feel my legs shake. The sensation of being filled by them, stretched thin with both their cocks, is too much.

“And then there were three,” Tripp says as he plunges into me once more, driving me right on top of Dane. “Amelia!” he cries out, and a moment later I feel his erratic thrusts. He stills, his hands on my hips holding me tight.

Warmth spreads within me as Dane cries out in pleasure, “Fuck, I’m coming…”

“Me too,” Richard groans, and a moment later, I can barely see straight. I swallow every drop, taking every ounce they give me. I can feel their cum dripping out of me, down my legs, spilling out the sides of my mouth.

Richard pulls back. “Such a good girl,” he says, kissing my head.

My body goes limp, but Tripp isn’t done. Still hard, he continues to thrust into me once more before pulling out and coming right along my seam.

“Tripp two, Amelia, three. One for the old geezers.”

I laugh as curses abound, as Dane’s arms hold me while he remains buried in me.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” I murmur, feeling like I could fall asleep. Dane shifts out of me and a moment later I feel Tripp hugging me from behind. Dane holds me from the front.

Richard’s mouth finds mine as his hand slides between my legs. He pushes the cum inside of me and moans into my mouth. “ My good girl .”

Tripp murmurs, “I love you, Mamma Mia,” against my back as Dane strokes my hair.

“Mine forever,” he whispers.

“Yours forever,” I say. “All of yours.”

And as I fall asleep in their arms, I can’t help but think one thing.

It feels good to be home.