Page 80 of The Very Naughty List

And then the bartender calls my name, and I feel like I might pass out on the spot.

“You’ve got this,” Sebastian tells me, giving me an encouraging look. Reid echoes that sentiment, and Nick and Lucas chime in too.

Okay. Okay, I’ve got this.

I’m still terrified, but even though my nerves are on fire, Nick’s calm words help to put out the blaze. I guess he has a knack for that, and for encouraging people to be the best versions of themselves. It’s why I know he’s going to be a great fire chief at the station someday.

I make my way up to the small, makeshift stage slowly. The song plays, and I close my eyes and start to sing. I do just whatNick said and pretend that it’s just me, alone in the shower under the running water with the excellent makeshift bathroom acoustics, instead of a crowded bar filled to the brim with people watching and listening to me.

It goes okay at first—but then I make the mistake of opening my eyes.

As soon as I see the audience staring back at me, the words to the song fly right out of my head.

I stop singing mid-verse, holding the microphone in a tight grip as my heart tries to pound its way out of my chest.

Then a voice cuts through the bar, deep and masculine.

It’s Sebastian, and he’s singing.

Reid’s voice joins his brother’s a second later as they pick up where I left off, reminding me of the lyrics. My brother figures out what they’re doing quickly and starts to sing too, and I swear I can even see Nick’s lips moving as he adds his voice.

A few other people in the bar start to belt out the song too, and I laugh, a giddy sort of feeling rushing through me as I gaze out at all of them. They’re all still watching me, but it’s no longer quite as terrifying as it was a moment ago, and I join back in with them as we start the third verse.

My voice picks up strength as I go, and I keep my eyes open as I lose myself in the music again, no longer worry about performing and just enjoying the pure act of singing.

By the time the song ends, my voice is the only one in the bar. Everyone else has gone quiet, and as the last note fades out, there’s a moment of silence.

Then applause breaks out, along with a few whistles and stomping boots.

I don’t even care if they’re applauding my singing or just the fact that I stumbled and didn’t give up. Either way, I’ll take it.

The Cooper triplets and my brother are all on their feet, clapping the loudest, and the looks on their faces make my heartswell. I give a little bow and hand the microphone off to the next person, then scamper back toward the table, feeling almost high from the exhilaration of the moment.

It might not have been the world’s best performance, but I did it.

And I’m so fucking proud of myself.

27

HAILEY

Wakingup surrounded by male bodies is something that I’m quickly getting used to. When we got home after singing karaoke, Nick was the first one to fuck me, bending me over and letting his brothers watch as he made me scream his name. Then Sebastian and Reid shared me, taking turns fucking me until I was shaking like a leaf between them, before coming on my stomach and marking me up with a possessiveness that made me shiver.

The next night was more of the same. And the night after that.

After several more nights of sleeping nestled between all of the brothers, passing out after being fucked by all of them, I’m falling down a rabbit hole and becoming more and more certain that I never want to leave Wonderland.

It’s been a wild few days—hedonistic and perfect—as the guys have helped me explore my bucket list. And as if that wasn’t enough, they’ve also added a few items that I never even thought to put on my naughty list in the first place. I’ve loved every minute of it.

I’m sore, but in a good way. I think my body is finally starting to adjust to the constant sex, and my recovery time is a lot faster than it was after our first night together.

Yawning quietly, I try to stretch my arms, but there are limbs tangled up everywhere. I’m sandwiched in between Nick and Reid, with Sebastian on Reid’s other side, his arm draped along the base of the headboard and his fingers threaded through my hair. They’re all still dead asleep. I think they might have underestimated my sex drive, because I’ve definitely been wearing them out too.

Treating it sort of like a game of Tetris, I slide out strategically without waking up any of them and walk to the bathroom.

As I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I can see that I have a rocking case of sex hair. The back of it is so teased from rubbing against the pillow that I could pass as an eighties rockstar.

I strip down and start the water for the shower. After it gets warm enough, I step under the spray and stand there for a few minutes with my eyes closed, thinking about the last few days and how the four of us have fallen into such a comfortable rhythm together. It’s going to feel strange when it’s not like this anymore, as if there’s a chord missing in a song, and nothing hits quite right anymore.

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