2. Cooper

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Cooper

" I s this seat taken?" The sultry blonde in the tight red dress I've been watching all night saunters up to our high-top table, placing her hands with their manicured red nail polish on the back of the chair between my brothers, Sam and Tate.

From a distance, this little beauty is gorgeous, but up close, she's absolutely stunning, with her curvy body and huge tits begging for attention. I bet her pussy is just as needy, making her panties soaked, if she's wearing any, because she certainly isn't wearing a bra with how her naked breasts are almost popping out of her top.

I quickly adjust myself under the table to relieve the pressure she's caused on my hardening cock and shoot my brothers a warning look. We aren't here to pick up random pussy. The only reason we're in this bar, to begin with, is that it's the closest to the hospital our father was admitted to last night, and none of us were ready to go home.

Getting a call from your mother at midnight on a Tuesday night is never good—driving hours with my two brothers through the middle of the night in silence as we all worry about our father's condition is just as bad.

After numerous rounds of blood tests and diagnostic testing, the doctors diagnosed our father with GERD, or acid reflux, instead of the heart attack that was the initial concern. But to be on the safe side, the doctors wanted him to spend one more night in the hospital. We all agreed, but we didn't expect our mother to shoo us out of the hospital room, demanding that we go to our childhood home to sleep while she stayed with our father at the hospital.

"No, it's not." My youngest brother, Tate, jumps out of his chair, almost knocking it over in his haste.

He takes her by the hand, guiding her onto the high stool, but not before I see a flash of red material covering her pussy before she's able to situate herself on the seat, causing the three of us to groan.

My brothers and I have never fought over a woman before because, frankly, as pro hockey players, and now that I'm a head coach and they are my assistants, there's never been a shortage of women. But thanks to this woman, that might all change.

I don't know what it is about her that has us all tied in knots. It can't be her beauty—we've all been with beautiful women—but I think it has more to do with the shy insecurity lurking in her sapphire blue eyes, which makes me want to protect her from heartache.

Unfortunately, all we have time for is a quick one-and-done hookup, which I'm not sure she's ready for by the way she nervously bites her lower lip.

After Tate gets her settled in the chair, he returns to his chair, which has magically gotten closer to the mystery woman. I glance toward Sam and find him casually pulling his chair closer to her. I'd laugh at how they seem to be marking their territory if I didn't feel the same way, so instead, I roll my eyes and put an end to our obsession.

"We were actually just leaving. So the table is all yours." I don't expect to see the sadness that fills her eyes at my words, and for some reason, I want to do whatever it takes to see that shy, seductive smile back on her face. But before I can, Sam speaks up.

"That's okay, Cooper. You can go ahead and go. Tate and I would like to spend some time with…" He trails off, "What is your name, beautiful?" He picks up her hand, placing his lips on the top in a lingering kiss, causing her to blush a pretty shade of pink, confirming my suspicion that she's not the type of woman who hangs out in bars, propositioning guys every day.

"Jolie. My name is Jolie." She ducks her head in an adorable way that has my cock pressing tightly against my zipper.

"Yeah, Coop, we'll see you at home later," Tate adds, his eyes eating up every inch of her body.

The last thing I want to do is fight with my brothers over a woman, so I do the honorable thing and bow out, "Okay, I'll see you later." I take one last look at the beautiful woman. I can't help but wish she would reject my brothers because I'm not sure I can handle knowing that one of them touched her instead of me.

But like the good big brother I am, I step aside until her soft voice calls to me. "Don't leave. I want to be with all of you at the same time."

"What exactly do you mean?" I pin her in place with a stare that has made grown men cry, but she surprises me with her quick answer.

"It's my birthday today. I want to do something a little wild and crazy. I have this fantasy where I have sex with three guys at the same time. I have a room upstairs." She whispers the word sex and fuck me if she isn't the cutest woman I've ever been propositioned by.

"Is that so?" She gives me a firm nod as Tate and Sam finally come out of their shock and give me a nod of their own. "Have you ever been with three guys before?" She shakes her head, so I continue. "How about two guys at the same time?" She shakes her head again.

"I've only ever been with one guy at a time." Her eyes hold mine, showing me how determined she is to go through with her birthday wish.

I've never been into sharing a woman, and I'm pretty sure my brothers haven't either. By the way, they're intently watching our conversation—I would say they're on board to start. But before we do this, because God help me, I have to have this woman anyway I can—she needs to know exactly what she's getting into.

"So, you're saying you're ready to have all of your holes used and abused by the three of us at the same time, filling you so full of cum it will be draining from you for days afterward." Her breath hitches as it starts to come out in sexy little pants, giving us a preview of how responsive she'll be to our touch. "Having one guy fondle your breasts while another guy plays with your clit." I watch as her eyes dilate as my words sink in. "Or are you too much of a prude to be fucked by three guys at the same time?" Her eyes snap to mine at my vulgar words, but there's no going back.

I nod at Sam and Tate, knowing without words they'll understand what I'm asking them to do. The three of us are a team, after all, first when we shared the ice together as players, then when we shared the bench together as coaches, and now as we prepare to share Jolie.

Understanding dawns on both Sam and Tate as Sam throws his arm around Jolie's shoulders and slides his hand inside the top of her dress, plucking at her hard nipple. Her surprised moan goes straight to my cock, but it's nothing like the sound she makes when Tate slides his hand under her skirt to play with her pussy which I'm positive is soaked in her desire.

She closes her eyes and throws her head back, a look of pure bliss crossing her face. "Open you're eyes, Jolie, and look at us as Sam plays with your amazing tits and Tate finger fucks your sweet little pussy."

Luckily, Sam and Tate's bodies shield her from the rest of the bar as the loud conversations around us drown out her moans as they become bold with their treatment of her body. Her nipples harden to such tight points as Sam pinches the left one.

Her hips squirm in her chair as she tries to close her legs around Tate's hand, "Wider, or he'll stop." I threaten, and she obeys, opening her thighs to his touch. "Good girl."

She bites her lip, letting her eyes shift from Tate to Sam and then to me. I can tell she's seconds away from coming, but that would be too easy.

"Enough," I say.

Sam and Tate reluctantly obey as they slowly pull their hands away from Jolie's body.

Where pleasure once crossed her face, it's now replaced by confusion. "Why did you tell them to stop?"

"Because it's the moment of truth, Jolie. Are we going upstairs to your room to finish this, or are you going to come to your senses and turn into a prude?" I know my words are harsh, but having sex with three guys at the same time might sound like a great fantasy to her now, but what happens tomorrow morning with her body sore and well-used by three strangers?

She blinks at me with those expressive blue eyes, and it takes everything in me not to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to her hotel room and have our wicked way with her.

"Um, if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back." Her eyes trail over each of us as she slides off the chair before making her way through the crowd to the ladies' room.

"What the fuck, Coop? She was seconds away from coming all over Tate's hand." Sam snaps while Tate licks his fingers clean. "Are you seriously licking her juices off your fingers right now?" Sam shoves Tate in frustration. My normally laid-back brother looks like he's ready to explode. "At least tell us how she tastes."

"Like absolute Heaven." Tate looks like the cat that licked the cream—which he did.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry, but you see how young she is. She has to be at least a decade younger than us." I'm the oldest at thirty- four, Sam at thirty-two, and Tate at thirty. "She's too young to understand exactly what will happen when her fantasy becomes a reality."

"Well, you didn't have to scare her off." Sam crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Tate, who's still licking his fingers like a man starving.

"I gave her the easy way out. I'm sure she's already halfway back to her hotel room, thanking her lucky stars we're not there with her. Besides, don't you think it would be a little weird if we all had sex with the same woman at the same time?"

"I don't know. It's not like we've never seen each other naked before." Tate shrugs. "Plus, Dad said we need to have more bonding experiences."

Our Dad is the head coach of the Minnesota Norse pro hockey team. From his time in the league as a player and coach, we've always admired him. We've modeled our lives after him, except for finding a special woman to spend the rest of our lives with and giving him and Mom, the grandchildren they've been hoping for. I'm not sure they meant for us to all share that special woman.

"First of all, I'm pretty sure us having sex with Jolie at the same time isn't what Dad meant by that. And second, I know we've seen each other naked a million times, just never when you've been balls deep in someone." As brothers and hockey players, there is no modesty—between sharing a bathroom growing up and a locker room as we got older, there's nothing we haven't seen.

Before our conversation turns into an all-out debate, a delicate hand with red nails places something red on our table, and we turn our gaze at Jolie. "I'm not a prude, " she says before turning on her heel and leaving us speechless.

I'm still staring after her when I hear Sam say, "Mine." I turn around just in time to see him pick up the red fabric Jolie set on our table and bring it to his nose. As he inhales deeply, I realize they're Jolie's red lace panties.

Lucky son of a bitch.

"Room four-eleven." Tate holds up a keycard that must have been tucked into the panties like it's the Stanley Cup and leaps out of his chair.

"Wait a minute." I grab his arm before he gets too far away from me. "Are we really going to do this?" I look between my brothers, knowing that if one of us doesn't want to do this, then none of us are going to do it.

"Hell, yes, we're going to do this." Tate shakes his arm out of my grip with a smile. "It's time to work on our brotherly bonding."

"What if someone recognizes us?" I hesitate. I'm the head coach of the Iowa Poseidon Pro hockey team, and my brothers are my assistants. Our faces are plastered all over the place. Last year, we were voted Sports Illustrated's hottest coaches, landing us on the most eligible bachelor list.

"So what if they do? We're in the Minnesota Norse territory. They just signed Teagan Hayes and her three hockey-playing boyfriends to the team. I doubt anyone will care what we do."

"Tate's got a point. But the final decision is your Coop. Are we doing this or not?"

I look at each of my brothers' hopeful faces and decide, "What the hell—let's do this."