Page 13 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

“Warren’s going to take you into the bathroom with him, Cupcake. He’s going to press you against the wall and fuck you until you come. You deserve a cock in that sweet pussy when you come.”

I nodded like an obedient child, desperately wanting to come and to please him. Warren fixed my suit and stood up, keeping his back to the windows behind us as he led me out of the spring and into the men’s bathroom. I wasn’t sure if anyone saw, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t care.

Inside the bathroom, inside the shower stall, Warren did as Andrew said and pressed me into the wall. He kissed me hard while shoving his shorts down and pushed my bikini to the side. I locked my legs around his waist and held on as he filled me with one solid thrust. He swallowed my moans and pounded into me as we both raced towards our release.

It took no time for us both to come together, my release hitting me harder than ever. It was another earth-shattering orgasm, one only quieted with Warren’s hand over my mouth.

As we came down, Warren turned on the hot water and cleaned me off, taking his time rinsing his seed from my core. Then, he leaned down and met my eyes. “You’re beautiful and so fucking perfect. I’m lucky as hell to be the one to make you come.”

I fought the urge to cry, his soft words too sweet after what we’d done. I waited for the regret to hit, for the shame to hit. When it didn’t, I stared up at him and frowned. “What are we doing?”

He stroked his finger down my cheek and smiled. “Stick around this time and find out.”

I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but since we were spending the rest of the day at the springs with everyone, I didn’t have much of an option. I went around the front, back through the women’s changing room, without looking at myself in the mirror, and then went back to the indoor spring. Warren was already there, sitting in his spot. I took a deep breath and sank back into the water, biting back a groan as the hot water soothed my tired muscles.

I kept my eyes down for a bit until Andrew cleared his throat. I glanced up at him, just to find him grinning at me. It was such a stunning smile that I forgot that I was supposed to be feeling awkward.

“Since we’ve gotten your attention, why don’t you talk to us about what’s been going on in your life?”

I smiled, so loose after that orgasm that it was easy to go along with their conversation. “I got a law degree and then decided I wanted to bake instead. I work for A Sweet, Shore Thing.”

Warren captured my hand and intertwined our fingers. “You were always so smart.”

“Smarter than us.” Lucas grinned. “I can see you baking. You used to live in our kitchen.”

“That was because I was a chubby kid.” I shrugged and sank deeper into the water.

Andrew growled. “You were beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.” Warren groaned. “I hate everyone else here with us right now. I want to spend more time convincing you of just how beautiful you are.”

I shook my head. “This has to stop happening. Macy…”

Andrew moved closer to me and rested his hands on my knees. “It stops if you want it to stop. Nothing else matters.”

I bit my lip and fought the urge to slide my thighs under his hands. “What exactly is it?”

“What do you want it to be?” Lucas’s eyes were hot as he met my gaze.

Before I could think of an answer, Warren moved his hand to the back of my neck and started rubbing. “That’s a big question. We’re just talking now. About you being a beautiful kid who grew into a wonderful baker.”

“You don’t know I’m wonderful.”

Andrew scoffed. “We used to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to steal the cookies you’d bake. We know that you’re good.”

I laughed, incredulous. “No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, we did.” Lucas patted his flat stomach. “You were the reason I almost got moved up a weight class when I was wrestling.”

“And the reason we gained the freshmen fifteen before leaving for college.” Warren groaned and let his hand pause on my neck. “My coach tried to make me join Weightwatchers.”

“No! None of you ever gained an ounce of weight. I remember because I hated you for it.”

Andrew raised his eyebrows. “You were paying close attention to our figures, were you?”

“No. Not at all.” I shrugged. “Not even a little bit.”

Lucas winked at me. “Feel free to pay close attention to my figure now.”

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