Page 8 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

Toby joins me on the sofa. “You never did tell us what part of Texas you’re from.” He slings his arm casually around the back of the sofa, his fingers grazing my shoulders. Taking a swig of his beer, he turns his gray eyes toward me, and I’m again struck by their resemblance to one another, but already I can tell them apart.

Owen is much quieter than Toby.

Brock is much more in charge than both of them.

I wonder how that all translates in the bedroom.

Another burst of heat flows through me.

I smile demurely, fixating on my beer. I take a long sip before answering Toby’s question. I don’t want to tell them too much about me or get too invested in this. It’s not like we’re going to keep in touch after this weekend.

Can you just imagine one of them walking into Techicom next week?I shudder at the thought.

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “You’re right. I never told you where I’m from.”

Owen chuckles at my evasive answer. “You talk too much, Toby.” He reaches for the drink in my hand, and I let him take it. He sets it on the glass coffee table, then pushes up to stand and offers me his hand. “Can’t you see the girl just wants to relax?”

I slip my hand into his and rise as well, the other two men following as he leads us toward the floating staircase.

I wait for hesitation to creep in, for second thoughts to stop me from what I’m about to do. But I don’t have even a flicker of doubt. Not when I look at Brock, and all I can think about is the way he made me feel, his mouth on me, the desperation he drew out with nothing but his tongue. The ache returns fast and sharp, slick heat blooming between my legs.

My cheeks stain pink, and I will my heart to slow down.

Brock’s hand cups my ass as we climb the staircase, and Owen’s fingers clutch tighter. I wonder if Brock can feel the heat surging through the fabric of my pants. I want him to finish what he’d started in the pool area, to know if they are all the same in bed because they are so physically similar.

Every step makes me hotter, my skin prickling in anticipation.

Brock’s hand slips between my legs as we end up on the top-floor landing, and he chuckles.

“What?” Toby asks, glancing down to look at his brother’s hand on my ass.

“She’s hot,” he answers.

“Tell us something we didn’t know,” Toby replies lightly as Owen tugs me along toward the main bedroom.

In a euphoric daze, and triangulated by the triplets, I find myself in a pristine, modern bedroom.

Owen looms in front of me, his intense eyes boring down as his fingers trail over my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” he tells me.

The sweetness of his compliment takes me aback. Cupping his face in my hands, I bring his lips to mine as Brock seizes my hips from behind.

“She is fucking beautiful,” he concedes, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts over my bra.

Toby drops to his knees, his face exploring the space between my legs as he fumbles with the zipper and button on my pants.

“Too many clothes,” he mumbles in frustration.

I can’t help but laugh at his urgency. They aren’t wasting any time, and I’m glad. I’ve never been so turned on.

Brock pulls me away from Owen’s lips to pull my shirt off. His brother stares at my breasts, eyes bright and flooded with desire, as Brock frees them from my bra.

Goosebumps explode over me when I hear a rip. Toby’s eagerness led to my zipper busting, but I don’t care, and I step out of my pants, almost falling over. Brock catches me easily, one hand landing on my upper thigh, teasing the space. My back falls against him, his massive erection wedged firmly against my back through his jeans.

Oh my God. Is that all him? I have questions. Possibly a measuring tape.

I swallow thickly, my eyes popping as my nipples harden more, dizziness fully overtaking me now.

“Are you good, Diana?” Brock whispers in my ear, grinding himself harder against me.

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