I whimpered at his words, but I shook my head.
“No, it was just…”
“Tell us.”
“An old boyfriend, back in college,” I whispered. God, I’d never told anyone this story, not even Julia.
“I let his roommate watch us once,” I croaked out, shivering and havingnoidea why I’d decided to share that with these three strangers. But then, I was also letting these three beautiful strangers strip me in a room full of debaucherous sex as they put their hands and mouths all over me.
“And did youlike it?” the one to the side on the couch growled, his finger still rolling slow little circles on my clit and driving me insane.
“I—”
“Be a good girl and tell the truth.”
I moaned.
“Yes,” I whispered, my whole face turning red.
“Good,” he purred, his eyes flashing fire and heat.
“Because I want to watch you,” he growled.
“Withthem.” He nodded his chin at the man behind me and the one under me.
I gasped sharply, the filthiness of this fantasy-come-to-life setting me on fire inside.
“Here?” I whispered, my eyes wide as I turned and glanced nervously at the room. Mostly everyone was occupied, and the way we were sitting, the three of them were basically hiding me from view.
But was I really ready for more? Was I ready foranyof this?
“We’ll go somewhere private,” the one behind me said, his voice thick with lust. The three of them took turns kissing me deeply again, until I was sure I was soaking through the pants on the man under me.
They pulled my dress up and helped me stand, smoothing it down over my bare ass.
Three men grabbed me.
Three men kissed me fiercely.
Three men half-dragged and half-carried me from the room, all while I panted for more, and for what might come.
“This way, beautiful,” one growled in my ear.
“Time to show youexactlywhat club you walked into tonight.”
Chapter 7
Malcolm
My head was fuckingspinningas we stumbled out of that room. My skin felt like it was on fire, and every muscle in my body was tensed and ready to spring.
Because I wantedmoreof this girl. I needed more — craved more. I wanted to pull her against me and claim her right there against the wall, again and again and again until she was mine utterly and completely.
She hadsomethingabout her that drew me in — and both my brothers too — like damn moths to flames. Okay, yes, the three of us were members of the Triple Crown Club. Yes, we came to a sex club. We’d shared women before, of course. Plenty of times. But I can say without a moment's hesitation that no woman hadevermade me as hard or excited or damnobsessedas this.
Who thefuckwas this girl?
For too long, the three of us had been looking for something more. It’s why this was our first time at a club event inmonths. We were tired of the one nights with girls who just wanted a sexy story. I mean, triplets, right? The ultimate taboo story that could beat any story about Cancun or Spring Break. The “one wild night” story to trump them all.