Page 19 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

“Open your eyes.”

I shook my head. “No.”

Warren spoke from next to me. “It’s just us, Cupcake. What are you worried about?”

Lucas was on my other side, his hand finding its way to mine. “Look at how beautiful you are.”

Andrew’s big hand rested possessively over my stomach and when I did finally open my eyes, he gave a purr of encouragement. “Look at you. You’re flushed. Your skin is so damn pretty when it goes red like this. It’s the same shade when you’re close to coming. Your lips are red and swollen from my kiss. Do you feel what it does to me to see them with my mark on them?”

I nodded. I could feel his thick erection pressing into my back like a giant rod.

“The way your full breasts heave when you’re excited for us is the biggest turn on. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to take them into my hands and feel their weight. I’ve spent so much time in my life wondering what your nipples looked like. Now, I know. Small, pink, and beautifully responsive.”

My stomach was heavy with desire and I couldn’t get a full breath. I was so turned on that I wanted to cry and beg for attention from their hands or mouths.

“Your stomach is deliciously curvy and soft. It’s like silk. I want to lick ice cream off of it and drink whiskey from your navel. Your hips are fucking heaven. They fill my hands perfectly, and when I fuck you, I’m going to leave my fingerprints as a decoration. And this sweet, sweet ass. I’m going to taste it. I’m going to devour each and every bit of you. We all are. Do you know why?”

I held his gaze through the mirror and shook my head.

“Because you’re our Cupcake. Delicious and sweet and all ours.” He lowered his mouth to my ear and sent me a wicked smile through the mirror. “Do you want us, Cupcake?”

I did. I wanted them more than I could ever remember wanting anything in my life. I just…I couldn’t have them just because I wanted them, though. That wasn’t how things worked. “I…I don’t know.”

Andrew’s smile changed into something gentler, and he pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“There’s no rush. Come to us when you’re ready, Cupcake. Until then, you’re welcome to take what you want.” He winked. “Take one of us at a time, or all of us. We’re at your disposal.”

I felt faint from the possibilities that were running through my mind. My heart leaped with joy at the prospects. My stomach tightened with arousal. My head pumped the brakes so hard that I thought I would pass out. “What is this? W-why is this?”

Lucas turned my face towards him and kissed me gently. “This is us making our intentions clear and offering ourselves to you.”

Warren did the same, kissing me for longer and drawing me in until I let out an embarrassing little moan. “We want you, Cupcake. We want to do things to you that most people would never dream of doing. We also want to spoil you and cherish you and show you how much you deserve.”

Andrew tipped my chin up and kissed me, his hand cupping my throat as he did it. “We’d never hurt you, Cupcake.”

I looked at the three of them and sighed, unsure of where to go from there. “This is crazy.”

Lucas grinned. “Maybe. It’ll be a whole lot of fun, though.”

Andrew stroked his hands down my arms and gently squeezed before stepping away from me. “Distance. We should put some distance between us so we don’t accidentally lead you into making the choice we want you to make. Do you want to go back to the wine tasting with Lucas?”

I turned my back to the mirror and swallowed a sigh as I faced the real versions of them. They were even more devastatingly beautiful that way. “I’m nervous. I don’t want to hurt Macy.”

Warren took my hand and shook my head. “We don’t like keeping secrets from Macy, but this one is worth keeping, if you decide you want to do it and keep it from her. Or, if you want to tell her—”

I immediately shook my head. “Nope. I don’t want to do that. I don’t think she’d handle it very well. I don’t think I’m handling it very well.”

Lucas took my other hand and pulled me back into the bedroom. Instead of going to the bed, he pulled me with him to the couch and tugged me onto his lap. “Let’s stay here and talk, then.”

I wiggled and tried to slip off of him. “I’m going to squish you. Let me sit beside you.”

He grunted. “If you don’t stop wiggling on top of me, we’re going to have problems, Cupcake.”

I deflated. “Sorry. Just let me move over. I knew I’d squish you.”

Andrew stopped in front of me and cupped my jaw. “Baby, you’re squirming on his cock. The problem you’re going to have has nothing to do with squishing him. We’re all big boys, Cupcake. You couldn’t hurt us if you tried. You could, however, give Lucas a raging erection that he just has to sit with for the rest of the night.”

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