Page 22 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

I laughed and then blew out a sigh. “I just…I’ve never done anything like this. I’m afraid of what it means. Crossing that line, I mean. I’ll never go back to being the girl who’s never had some kind of harem with three brothers.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Have you done this before?”

Andrew was quiet for so long that I wondered for a moment if he’d hung up on me. When he did speak, his voice was hesitant. “Yes. A few times.”

My heart sank for some reason and I nodded. “Oh.”

“This isn’t a conversation I want to have over the phone, Cupcake.”

Somber, jealous, and a little frustrated, I sat up and checked the time. I didn’t have anywhere to be for hours, but I needed to escape Andrew and the thoughts of them doing everything with other women. I wasn’t special. “I should get ready.”

“Cupcake…”

“I’m sure I’ll see you tonight.” I hung up before he could say anything else and winced when he called right back. I turned my phone off and pushed the cart into the hallway outside my door before retreating to my shower.

It was stupid, but I’d thought it was a first for each of us. I know it didn’t really matter in the big scheme of things, but it made me feel like I wasn’t special. I was being a brat, but I couldn’t help it. No wonder they were so damn good at it.

Taking a long shower, I ignored the knocking on my door until it went away. Then, I made a big deal out of doing my hair and makeup. The bratty side of me wanted to show the guys that I was special, even if I wasn’t special to them.

The activity that night was a cooking class before dinner and I knew dressing up was silly, but it didn’t stop me from wearing skintight jeans and a lowcut top that exposed a lot of cleavage. I pulled on boots and sat around, attempting to read a book for another couple of hours before it was time to head down to the kitchen.

I bumped into Maggie, the clingy cousin, on the way down and made small talk with her. A senior in high school, she looked up to Macy in every way. Macy was the epitome of cool. She was even having the giant Cinderella wedding of Maggie’s dreams. I heard all about it by the time we got to the kitchen.

Inside, I instantly felt myself slip into a comfort zone. Being in a kitchen made me happy. It was my safe space. When nothing else in life made sense, things in the kitchen did. Recipes for baking were specific. Things weighed out and measured to the same precise amounts time after time. It was relaxing to know that some things never changed.

The kitchen was something I dreamed of baking in. Massive enough to have two rows of individual cooking stations, it was a gleaming stainless-steel heaven. And it was promptly interrupted by the sight of the guys standing together, talking. My brain instantly brought forward a fantasy of the guys naked on all the stainless steel.

Andrew spotted me first, and the look on his face was worth all the effort I’d put into getting ready. He strolled towards me, the picture of relaxation with his hands in his pockets, but I could read his eyes somehow. He was a coiled snake, ready to strike.

“Cupcake, you look great.”

I studied my boots and forced a smile. “Thanks.”

“We’re going to have to work on your attitude, Cupcake.” He smiled when I jerked my face up to glare at him. “I thought that’d get your attention.”

I crossed my arms under my chest and was rewarded with his eyes going down to my cleavage. “My attitude is fine.”

“That’s the sass I remember. I was wondering if you’d calmed down completely in the last decade.” Andrew caressed my arm as he stepped closer to me and lowered his voice. “I would’ve been thoroughly disappointed if I never had a reason to spank this sweet ass.”

I actually gasped. Thankfully, the only person standing close to us was Warren, who burst out laughing at the look on my face. Looking up at Andrew, I wondered if he actually wanted to spank me, or if it was just something he said. The stern look on his face told me he wasn’t kidding. I fumbled away from them, feeling truly scandalized. I’d never had anyone be into anything like spanking during sex. I hated that it wasn’t a turn-off. I didn’t know what they were doing to me, but I was pretty sure I was turning into a freak.

I found Macy and forced my dirty thoughts from my head. “This kitchen is the stuff of my dreams. This is the best event yet.”

Macy laughed. “Nothing’s happened yet, silly.”

I gestured at the magnificent kitchen around us and sighed. “One day, I’m going to own something like this.”

She wrapped her arm around me. “This big?”

Grinning, I shook my head. “God, no. I’d kill myself trying to cover the cost of the steel.”

She glanced behind me and her smile widened. “Oh! I’ve been wanting to introduce you to Mark, and here he is! Mark!”

I felt like I was living a double life. Pretending like things were great with Macy when I was sneaking around behind her back, and feigning even an ounce of interest in Mark was just a complete lie. I didn’t want to lie, but I felt trapped.

Mark was tall, handsome, and had an all-American feel to him. He’d probably been the high school quarterback and there was probably absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was nice, I was sure.

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