Page 42 of The Very Naughty List

“Good girl. Take my cock,” he mutters, picking up the pace even more. In my fantasy, he lifts me up then lets me go, dropping me and impaling me on his cock.

I shove two fingers into myself, hard, the same way he’s fucking me in my imagination. That’s all it takes for me to come again, biting my lip to keep from crying out his name.

My heart hammers in my ears when I come back into my body. I’m breathing erratically, but at this point there’s no way I can stop my mind from going where it’s going to go, so I decide to just give in and get this out of my system.

I flash back to sitting in Reid’s lap on the barstool where we put on such a show to piss Dylan off. Our lips are locked together, and heat sparks between us, melding us until Reid breaks the kiss and pushes my sticky, sweaty hair out of my face.

“What do you say we get out of here for a second?” he asks quietly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Where are we going to go? It’s a crowded bar.”

Reid smirks as he helps me back to my feet. “Don’t you worry about that. Follow me.” He jumps off the bar stool and offers me a hand and a wink, so I take it and follow him through the bar toward the bathrooms at the back.

“Are you serious?” I whisper and dig my heels in to slow him down as we get closer.

“Very. Come on, no one’s around.” He squeezes my hand to encourage me, and I give in. Reid takes one more clearing glance to make sure no one is around, then pulls me inside and kicks the door closed behind us. He blocks the door with the trash can—like that’s going to stop anyone determined enough to get in—and pulls me into him again.

As soon as we’re alone, he kisses me with even more heat, pushing me up against the counter. His hands find the waist of my pants and he tugs them off in one go, then spins me around and puts one hand on my lower back to bend me over. My palms splay across the counter for balance, and I watch in the mirror as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his cock.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror as his cock head teases my hole, and his expression simmers. “Do it. Fuck me, Reid.”

“Mm,” he growls and thrusts into me up to the hilt. I gasp and grip the counter’s edge to keep from crying out, but Reid doesn’t give me any time to adjust. He just starts hammering away at me, reckless and wild—and so fucking hot.

My fingers work my hole, wet and squelching, and the sounds fill the bedroom, but I don’t care. I’m so lost in the fantasy, in the pleasure I’m giving myself, that all three of the triplets could walk in on me right now and I wouldn’t stop.

But as I finger fuck myself and return to the scene in my mind, it shifts. Reid’s still behind me, plugging me desperately, but we’re here in my room. He has me bent over the edge of the bed, his hands gripping my waist. But he falls forward onto me, his chest against my back, and his lips flutter against my ear, giving me chills.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants you,” he mutters, and my head turns on the mattress to follow his gaze. Nick and Sebastian are standing in the corner, naked and stroking their cocks eagerly as they watch their brother plow me like his life depends on it.

“Fuck,” I gasp in both the fantasy and in reality as I erupt for the third time.

I can’t keep the noise to myself, and a series of whimpers leak out of me along with my orgasm. I clench my lower lip between my teeth as it goes on and on, coursing through me like a current, until I finally melt into the mattress, heaving.

“Jesus,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering open and darting to the corner of the room just to make sure Sebastian and Nick aren’t really there watching me. The room’s empty, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved to find it that way.

I don’t know why my fantasy switched like that at the end, but I’m too tired to think about it. I lie there in a puddle of my own sweat and release until the exhaustion that’s been burning at the corners of my eyes for hours finally overtakes me.

15

HAILEY

When I wakeup the next morning, I’m feeling a bit less frazzled. I was able to get at least some of the sexual frustration out of my system, and my head is feeling a little clearer—although I’m not sure how long that will last once I’m around the guys again.

I get up and get dressed, then follow Lorelai’s urging from last night and force myself to leave my room. I pad downstairs into the living room, realizing with a mix of relief and disappointment that all three of the guys are gone. I’m sure they’ve headed off to their respective jobs already. Even though Sebastian and Reid work for themselves and own their own businesses, I know they put in a ton of hours. And Nick sometimes has early shifts at the fire station.

The only ones left in the house are me and Bruno.

“Guess it’s just you and me, huh, buddy?” I look over at the dog, hopeful that he’ll have warmed up to me a bit since last night.

He’s standing at the base of the stairs, his back paws still on the bottom step and his front paws on the floor. He doesn’t wag his tail or anything, just regards me with a serious expression as he clutches something in his mouth.

I frown, leaning a bit closer as I peer at it. He’s such a big dog, literally the perfect mutt for a frequently brooding and burly guy like Nick, and whatever is hanging out of the corner of his mouth definitely looks like something too delicate for him to be allowed to have.

I take a step closer, still trying to figure out what he’s got clenched in his jaw.

Then I let out a little squeak of surprise.

It’s a pair of my panties.

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