Page 12 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 5

IgaspedwhenI realized that I indeed had a hickey clear as day on my shoulder. No one else would automatically know it was from Warren, but there would be questions. Andrew and Lucas would see it and see the way Warren was looking at me. They’d know. Everyone would know.

Just as I started to panic, Warren amped it up even more by slipping his hand over my thighs. I shot a look at his brothers, each of whom was watching us with hot intensity.

“Um, I should go.” I shifted away, worried that everyone was going to know what a skank I’d been.

Andrew met my nervous expression with a firm one of his own. “Stay, Cupcake. No one’s judging you here.”

Those simple words shouldn’t have relaxed me. They should’ve sent me sprinting back into the changing room, but they didn’t. I sank back onto my rock and looked around at them. What the fuck was happening?

Warren’s hand found its way back to my thigh and his thumb stroked my flesh, relaxing me even further. Maybe it was the warmth, or maybe it was Andrew’s acceptance, but I felt like I could slip into the water and float away. Actually, maybe it was the fact that nothing felt real. Warren touching me while his brothers watched couldn’t be real.

“Seems like everyone else wanted to enjoy the outdoor springs.” Lucas said the comment in an offhand way, but when his eyes moved to me again, I felt like there was weight to them.

“Why didn’t you three want to go out there?”

Warren’s hand massaged my thighs, working its way between and around, slowly opening them as he did. “View’s better in here.”

I snorted. “You’re nuts.”

Lucas grinned. “Not at all, Cupcake.”

I rested my head on the rocks behind me as Warren’s hands moved down my legs and massaged my calves. I closed my eyes and smiled as he did it. I knew that I should’ve stopped him, but I was a lump of pleasure in his hands. Everything felt so good. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He rubbed my feet, my calves, and my thighs, all at the same time.

My eyes shot open when I realized that made no sense. Warren was next to me, massaging my thighs, while Lucas and Andrew had moved closer to rub my lower legs. A rush of arousal pulsed through my core and I bit my lip hard. What was going on?

What if someone saw? What if Macy saw? They were rubbing me, and it didn’t feel platonic. I knew it had to be innocent because they were doing it in front of each other, but it didn’t feel innocent, either. It felt sexual. It felt good.

I worried about them knowing how turned on I was, worried that they’d think I was a complete freak, but Warren leaned into me and pressed a soft kiss against my ear.

“No one else can see us but them. They want to watch as I touch you, Cupcake.” His hand on my leg crept higher between my thighs. “They’ll make sure no one walks up. We wouldn’t let anyone else see you like this.”

I swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in. They wanted more than platonic. They wanted perverted, dirty, raunchier than any book I’d ever read. Or kind of. They wanted to watch Warren touch me. My heart pounded in my chest and I shook all over as my arousal threatened to choke me. It was wrong. I’d never done anything like it. Letting Warren touch me in front of them was crossing lines that I didn’t even know existed.

I spread my legs open farther as I met Warren’s gaze. He groaned and rubbed his knuckle over my core. Slipping his fingers into my bottoms, he ran them through my wetness.

“You’re wet for us, Cupcake.”

I shuddered and clamped my lip between my teeth. Looking across at Andrew, I watched as his eyes burned dark. He looked down at where his brother’s fingers were slowly pushing into my core, filling me.

Andrew growled and met my eyes. “Are his fingers in you, Cupcake?”

Warren responded by pushing another finger in and curling them just enough to rub a magical spot inside. I moaned before I could stop it and nodded at Andrew. I didn’t know what was happening. I was lost in lust. In that moment, they could’ve all taken turns touching me and I would’ve let them.

Lucas swore and inched closer. “Cupcake, you’re fucking stunning.”

“Fuck her, War.” Andrew gripped my ankle and met my wide eyes. “Just his fingers, baby. We’re not going to let anyone else see you. You’re safe.”

Why did I trust him? Why was I putty in their hands? I gasped as Warren followed his brother’s directions. He pulled his fingers out and then slammed them back in. Over and over again, he thrust into me, stretching and filling me perfectly. The water sloshed around us and my moans turned into pitiful little mewls of pleasure. My breasts bounced in my bikini top, and Lucas noticed.

“Can we see, Cupcake?”

I jerkily nodded, completely lost. Lucas leaned forward and pulled my top to the side, exposing my breasts to them. Warren dropped his head and sucked on my nipples while Lucas swore and Andrew’s grip on my ankle tightened.

I was so close to coming when Andrew leaned forward and cupped my chin. “Do you want to come?”

I nodded. “Please.”

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