Page 16 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy at the pout on his face. He was too handsome and charming. The beard on his face mixed with the tattoos trailing up his neck should’ve made charming impossible, but he had the boyish charm that he’d always had. He’d been able to smooth talk anyone and everyone from the day he was born, I’d bet. It’d been infuriating when I was a kid. As a woman, it was effective. His dirty mouth didn’t hurt.

“Want to be my date for the wine tasting tonight?” He grinned. “Macy’s coming. Better answer fast.”

“No.”

“It’s your choice, but nothing would make me happier than treating you tonight.”

I frowned, doing my best to keep from smiling at his antics. “Not a chance.”

“Want me to beg in front of my sister?”

Scoffing, I shook my head. “You wouldn’t.”

Getting down on his knees next to me, he looked up and winked. “I don’t mind this position.”

Panicking, I stuttered as I rushed through an agreement. “F-fine! Just get up!”

He pretended to grab a napkin and stood back up as Macy joined us again. “Sorry you missed spending time with me, little sister. I’ve got to run, though. Andrew and Warren are waiting for me in the gym.”

Macy waved him away and then sighed after he was gone. “I can’t wait for the wine tasting. I might even start early after that call.”

“That bad?” I fought the urge to look after Lucas and gave Macy my full attention for the rest of the morning. I ate while she ranted, and then I helped her talk through some problems she was having.

By the time Jason found us later, we’d each had two mimosas and had worked through plenty of things. Except the thing where I was fooling around with her brothers. The thing that I wasn’t even working through with myself.

I left Macy with Jason and went to my room to spend some time reading a book I’d brought before getting dressed up for the wine tasting. Reading my simple romance seemed so tame compared to what I’d been doing, but it made me think of Warren, Lucas, and Andrew. The love scenes in the book made me ache between my thighs, something that normally didn’t last for long. That day, even as I did my makeup and fixed my hair, I had to squeeze my thighs together to get even the barest amount of relief.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I felt like I was in heat, which was both ridiculous and offensive. I just didn’t know what was going on. I’d never felt so out of control. I’d also never been chased by three men at the same time. What was their end game? Did they all want to sleep with me? Did I want to sleep with all three of them?

That answer was embarrassing. I wasn’t so antiquated that I believed a woman should be limited in who she wanted to sleep with, or in how many whos she wanted to sleep with. I’d just never put myself in those shoes. The list of men I’d slept with in my life was embarrassingly small, considering the activities I’d been taking part in at the resort. I was not a carefree, sleep-with-whoever lady. Yet, I wanted to be. For Andrew, Lucas, and Warren. I wanted to experience them.

That was crazy, though. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t do it to Macy and I couldn’t do it because that wasn’t who I was. My body didn’t agree with that, unfortunately. My body wanted all three of them.

I was still arguing with myself as I made my way to the larger bar at the back of the resort. Dinner was being served with some of the wines, and I was starving. I’d never felt hungrier as I walked into the room that smelled of steak and fresh bread. My diet was making me crazy. That, or the sex. Either way, I was famished.

Macy’s bridal party was intensely large. I was one of twelve bridesmaids. Jason had just as many groomsmen, not even including the family that had wanted to come early. The wine tasting was a big event with everyone spread out through the bar, Macy and Jason centered between them.

Just when I was looking at where I should sit, a big hand rested across my lower back and Lucas spoke low in my ear. “You look stunning.”

I looked up at him and smiled despite myself. He’d combed his normally wild hair down and he was wearing a nice button-down shirt. He was so handsome that it made my chest ache. “Hi.”

Lucas sighed and tugged at the end of one of my curls. “Hi.”

I grinned even wider and then rolled my eyes at the two of us. “This is silly.”

“Maybe, but it’s fun. You really are beautiful, Cupcake. This dress is…a lot.”

I looked down at the form-fitting purple dress and frowned. “Too much?”

“If we were anywhere else in the world, I’d show you just how much it isn’t too much. It’s perfect. You look edible.”

Shivering under his hot stare, I pretended like I was interested in the room around us. “Should we sit?”

Lucas grunted and looked around. “I guess throwing you over my shoulder and taking you out of here would be bad, right?”

I stepped away from him, just in case. “Slightly, yeah.”

He led me to a small table in the back of the room and pulled my chair out for me. “Just let me know if you change your mind.”

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