Page 60 of The Very Naughty List

“We’re doing exactly what we said we would.” Reid’s voice drops a little, his hand traveling higher up my thigh. “We’re helping you with your bucket list. Was that not clear last night?”

Goosebumps spread over my skin, my clit throbbing immediately at the reminder of what they did to me.

“No, it was. But?—”

I cut my sentence short because I’m not really sure how I want to finish it. Do I really want to tell them how I’m feeling about all of this? Hell, do I evenknowhow I’m feeling about all of it?

“I can hear the gears grinding in your head, trouble,” Reid says, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Don’t overthink it. You had fun, didn’t you?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“And do you want to keep working on your list?”

“Yes.”

“Then there you go.” Sebastian nudges my shoulder. “We’re happy to keep going until every single item has been checked off.”

My breath picks up a little at that. Reid is right. I’m totally overthinking this. I’ve somehow stumbled into an alternatereality where all three of my brother’s best friends have made it their mission to work as a team to fulfill every one of my sexual fantasies. I should just be enjoying this, rather than letting my mind run wild with all the ways things could go wrong.

But still…

“I don’t want things to get… weird,” I admit. “You guys are Lucas’s best friends, and you’ve become my friends too. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. I don’t want to risk losing you.”

“You won’t.” Nick is still standing at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.

“But we can lay out a few ground rules if that would help,” Reid offers, giving my leg a squeeze.

“Like what?”

He shrugs. “Well, we can call this a friends with benefits situation, if you want. Because you’re right, you’re our friend too. So we’ll keep it light, no strings, nothing serious.”

Something in my chest twinges a bit at those words, a spike of disappointment cutting through me. But I know that what he’s saying is for the best. One wild night—or even several of them—is way less complicated than the reality of what it would be like if it turned into something more. I don’t even know how that would work, and it’s terrifying to think of losing these men from my life entirely. Or even worse, coming between them somehow and splintering the tight brotherly bond they have.

“Simple is good.” I nod, glancing from Reid to Sebastian and then Nick. “And, um, I don’t think we should tell my brother about this.”

“Yeah.” Nick sighs and sits down on the bed, running a hand over Bruno’s floppy ears. “I hate lying to him. But it’s probably for the best.”

“I think it is.” I pull my knees up a little. “I don’t like lying to him either, but if he punched Reid when he saw him dancingwith me, I can’t imagine what he’d do if he knew… what else you guys had done to me.”

I’m flushing all over again, as if I wasn’t wantonly begging for their cocks last night. But I haveneverbeen fucked like that, and it’s still a bit hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that it actually happened to me. It feels like it must’ve been someone else—someone who got all of her Christmas wishes and then some.

“Besides,” I add quickly. “Since we’re just fooling around for a little while, there’s no reason for you guys to risk your friendship with him. I don’t plan to be in Chestnut Hill for long, so there’s an end date to all of this. And then things will go back to the way they were, and he never has to know.”

Sebastian rubs at the scar on his eyebrow, looking at me thoughtfully. “Well, he thinks that you’re just fake dating all of us right now so that Dylan will leave you alone and the rest of the gossips in town will get off your back. So let’s just leave it at that. It will explain away the time we’re spending with you, and we can all just keep the fact that you’re actually sleeping with us on the down low.”

“Okay.”

I nod in agreement, and Reid does too. Nick hesitates for a moment, indecision on his face, and I wonder if he’s warring with himself over whether or not he’s okay with lying to Lucas, or if there’s something else holding him back. He doesn’t exactly look happy about it, but he finally dips his chin in a quick nod as well.

“Agreed,” he mutters.

We stay in bed and talk for a while longer, laying out a few more parameters of our arrangement and deciding whether this will change how we act when we’re in public. We all agree that it shouldn’t. The story around town is that all three of the triplets are competing for my affection, not that they’re sharing me, sothey’ll still display some jealousy toward each other and mostly go out with me one-on-one in public.

Once I feel like I have my feet solidly under me, I feel a lot better. This thing we’re doing seems less scary and dangerous and more fun and hot, and I’m incredibly relieved that we all seem to agree it’s going to happen again. Last night wasn’t nearly enough.

My list isn’t done, and I need to accumulate a lifetime of memories in whatever time we have together, because I have a feeling I’ll be returning to those memories time and time again.

“Good.” Sebastian stretches his arms over his head. “Now that we’ve sorted all of that out, who’s ready for some breakfast? I’m fucking starving.”

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