Page 10 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

Brock slides aside to give his brother room, and Toby cups my face. I kiss him, deep and hungry. Behind me, Owen’s lips trail over the curve of my backside, his fingers slipping between my thighs before he spreads me open and sinks his cock into me with a sharp thrust.

I cry out, the sensation stealing my breath, while Toby’s hands move to my chest, rolling and tugging my nipples with a gentleness that makes me tremble.

Owen’s fingers dig into my hips, and the euphoria sends me to the ceiling as another orgasm builds inside me. Toby’s cock hovers just in reach, and I take him in eagerly, matching the rhythm of his brother’s unyielding thrusts with every stroke of my mouth.

“Easy, baby,” Toby begs, clutching my head. “I want to feel that pussy too.”

Owen groans as he thrusts fully into me, and I gasp, my lips slipping from Toby’s length as I cry out. My body clamps down around Owen, the sharp, overwhelming rush of release crashing over me. I tremble, lost in the rhythm of Owen’s final thrusts as he comes with a rough grunt, buried to the hilt, his grip tight on my hips.

Pleasure pulses through me in waves, stealing my breath. My knees give out, and I collapse onto the bed, trembling and spent.

Toby curls up beside me, warm and solid, trailing kisses down my throat. One hand moves between my legs, his touch featherlight as he rubs slow, soothing circles over my still-sensitive clit. I flinch at first, but the tenderness of it makes me melt.

Owen and Brock shift in closer too, their hands beginning to work over my arms and calves, massaging in gentle, grounding strokes. I’m floating—limbs heavy, skin buzzing, every inch of me over-sensitized and alive.

“You okay?” Toby whispers, his breath hot against my neck.

His length, still hard, brushes against my thigh, a silent reminder of what hasn’t happened yet.

I nod, breathless, aching, barely able to find words.

But oh, I want him, too.

“I’ll be better after you fuck me,” I tell him, pulling him on top of me and wrapping my legs around him.

He grins and curls his hand around my throat gently, his eyes boring into mine. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he growls.

I shatter the moment he sinks into me. The pleasure is instant—hot, blinding, unstoppable. My body clamps down around as the climax hits, stealing my breath and pulling me under with a force that leaves me undone.

I gasp, back arching, vision going white at the edges. Sparks scatter behind my eyes as every muscle tenses, then melts. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Owen slips one thick finger between my lips, and I suck instinctively, dazed and delirious, lost to sensation.

I’m so caught in the haze of aftershocks that I barely register Toby’s release, just the sound of his breath catching, the warmth of his body against mine.

Toby rolls off of me, and I lie there on the massive California king, tangled up with these gorgeous strangers, my chest rising and falling as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that just transpired.

“Diana?”

It takes several seconds for me to realize that Brock is talking to me. Right. I’m Diana.

I smile weakly, struggling to find my composure. “Hm?”

“You good?” Owen asks worriedly, shooting his brothers a nervous look.

I realize they’re concerned about regrets, and I laugh, albeit shakily.

“Aw, bless your hearts,” I chuckle. “It’ll take more than that to break me.”

They burst out laughing and sink back against the bed in relief.

“Is that a challenge?” Toby asks innocently. “Because I’m up for it.”

I prop myself up, my heart thudding. “It sure as hell is,” I answer. “Show me what you got, cowboy.”

CHAPTER3

Toby

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