Page 21 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 8

AfterItalkedto the guys for a while that night, Lucas walked me to my room. He’d only stayed for a few minutes to kiss me against the door before backing away and leaving. It left me wondering what the hell I was doing. I went to bed debating the pros and cons of sleeping with three different men at the same time. I wasn’t quite sure what my life had become, or how sex with three men at the same time even worked. I wasn’t a sexually educated woman. I could be, though.

Stripping and crawling into bed, I looked up erotic novels and then filtered the results to show reverse harems. After sorting out the ones with multiple women for one man, I finally found one about three men and one woman. I downloaded it after turning off the feature that linked my current novels to a social platform where friends could see what I was reading and started it.

I was scandalized by the tenth page. There would be multiple holes in play, all of them mine. That scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t good at blowjobs, according to my previous boyfriends, and I didn’t even like giving them. I’d never had anyone touch my ass in the way the book described, and I’d definitely never done more than one of the other two things at the same time. I was an amateur, and the guys were looking for a woman who could give head while being impaled by two different penises. I wasn’t sure I was that woman.

Thinking of them, though, I knew I wanted to be. My body was all in, at least, even if my brain wasn’t. I’d never felt as sexy and as wanted as I did around them. Not to mention how turned on I was. Even just thinking about them had all the blood rushing to my core.

Despite the devil on my shoulder telling me to go down to Lucas’s room, I forced myself to close my eyes and go to sleep. I couldn’t make a decision in the state I was in, so I just had to go to sleep and stop freaking out about it for a while.

It didn’t really work. I tossed and turned for hours until I finally fell asleep and then slept until noon. I only woke up because of a knocking at my door. Pulling on a robe, I went to the door and opened it while still yawning.

“Room service, Ms. Mayfield.” A bright-eyed man smiled at me and gestured to the tray between us.

I was too groggy to argue, so I just stepped aside and watched as he pushed the tray into the room and then left me standing in the open doorway after a smile and a wave goodbye. I raised my hand way too late for him to see me but shrugged it off. I shook my head to clear some of the fog before shutting the door and going to the cart. The wonderful smell of freshly baked bread filled the room, and I yanked the elegant lids off the plates.

Bread, meats, cheeses, and a variety of spreads filled one platter, while fruit and vegetables filled another. There was a tray of danishes, a bowl of butter, and a large decanter of tea. Everything smelled so good and looked even better. I couldn’t help myself. Throwing my diet out the window, I sank onto the edge of my bed and started gobbling down food.

I’d been dieting for too long, and the smell of pastries had broken me. I ate a danish and then a sandwich that tasted like heaven. I didn’t want to leave the fruit out, plus there was a delicious cream dip for it, so I devoured about a pound and a half of fruit before drinking a glass of sweet tea and falling back on the bed.

I fell asleep again for a little while, and when I woke up, I picked at the food more and finally found the note under the tray. I grinned as I read the note from Andrew, telling me to stop skipping meals. He was so bossy. I didn’t know why I liked it so much.

On the back of the note was a number. Too tempted to leave it alone, I grabbed my phone and dialed it.

“I was hoping I’d hear from you.” Andrew’s deep voice was warmer than normal, like he really was glad I’d called.

“Thank you for lunch. It was delicious.” I picked up another strawberry and shoved it into my mouth.

“How are you feeling, Cupcake?”

I thought about it for a moment and sighed. “Confused. I thought if I understood the act of…sex…between four people, it would ease my worries, but that just made me worry more. I’m not some sex goddess. Plus, that doesn’t do anything for my brain. I’m so worried that I’m going to ruin my friendship with Macy if I do this.”

He groaned. “Jesus, Cupcake. I didn’t realize that question would be so loaded. Are you telling me you looked up harems last night?”

I crawled up the bed and settled into my pillows. “I might’ve read a book.”

“Did you like it?”

I sighed. “I liked parts of it.”

The sound of a door shutting came from his end. “Which parts?”

I was losing my mind because nothing about describing sex acts to Andrew seemed crazy in that moment. “I liked the parts that made me think of you and Lucas and Warren. It was easy to imagine you there.”

Swearing, Andrew blew out a loud breath. “What part scared you?”

I hesitated. “I’m not good at blowjobs. It seems like that would be an important part.”

“I guarantee you, baby, if you bring your mouth anywhere near our cocks, we’re going to die happy.”

I grinned and stretched my legs out. “You’re a flatterer.”

“Tell me, Cupcake, if our sister wasn’t part of this equation, would you do this?”

“Yes.” My answer was embarrassingly fast. It was true, though. Without Macy factoring into it, I would’ve been willing to jump headfirst into a relationship withal of them. They made me feel too good to deny it.

“And killing my sister is a bad idea…”

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