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Daylen

"W hy did you drag us 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.

It takes longer than expected to work our way to the dance floor. When we get there, she's gone. "Where in the hell did so go?" I growl loud enough that Raiden and Kepler hear me over the music.

At 6'4" we tower above most of the people at the club so it doesn't take us long to spot her. "Over there!" Raiden shouts, pointing in the direction of the exit.

We push through the crowd with a new urgency. We can't let her slip through our fingers—not now that we have finally found her.

We catch up to her when she's a few inches from the front door. Luckily, we manage to cut her off by stepping in front of her. "Going somewhere, Beautiful?" I say, drawing her attention away from the door.

Her eyes roam up and down my body before she looks at Raiden and Kepler, checking them out the same way she did me with a look of interest.

"She's over there." She jerks her head backward, her eyes changing from interest to sadness. "But you have some competition."

What in the fuck is she talking about? We want her, not whoever she thinks we're interested in. Doesn't she realize how sexy she is? What man in his right mind would be anyone one else but her?

The first thing I'm going to do after we make her ours, is to spank her juicy ass until she understands she's the most beautiful woman in the world. But right now I have to convince her to go home with us. As luck would have it, Kepler, Raiden and I share a mansion just outside town, so there's no argument about whose house we're taking her home to tonight.

Lightly, I grip her elbow so as not to scare her off. "I'm not sure who you think we're talking about, but we want you, Beautiful."