Page 24 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 9

Thecookingclasswas quiet between Lucas and me, but he didn’t seem upset to have a boring partner. He also didn’t seem to need my help. Andrew and Warren, on the other hand, both seemed to be clueless at their stations. Lucas was comfortable with a knife and with whisking a perfect dressing together. I was impressed but scared of showing too much. I had a stacked hand of cards held to my chest and I was afraid of tipping it.

Dinner was even stranger. I somehow found myself sitting at a large round table, between Mark and Megan. Macy and Jason were across from us, with a few of Jason’s friends sandwiched in with Macy’s. It was rowdy, with Mark telling jokes louder and louder. The more whiskey he downed with his dinner, the raunchier the jokes got.

I wanted to escape, badly, especially when Mark’s jokes came with an arm casually slung around my shoulder and dramatic whispering in my ear. It was awful. He was drunk, and more than once, I’d had to remove his hand from my thigh. I looked longingly at the table next to us where the triplets were seemingly locked in a conversation with some of their older cousins.

I couldn’t enjoy myself. I felt so guilty about what I was doing behind Macy’s back, but I also wanted to keep doing it. I was so torn. I didn’t trust myself to drink, so I just sipped at my water and did my best to laugh along with Mark’s jokes.

As the night dragged on, the triplets joined our table where they could. Andrew ended up next to Macy while Warren and Lucas squeezed in between a couple of Jason’s friends. Mark was plastered and hanging off of me, solely to keep himself upright, I was guessing. He was still insisting on talking, though. Most everyone else was drinking, too, so his slurred words didn’t seem to be causing too much of a stir with anyone else.

When the conversation turned to our wildest sexual trysts, I blanched and tried to shrink into my seat. Macy even participated, telling a story about a time that she and Jason got caught in an elevator. Andrew covered his sister’s mouth with his hand and gestured for someone else to go so Macy would shut up. Everyone else laughed, having a great time. Meanwhile, I was cringing so hard that it hurt.

Mark pressed a wet kiss to the side of my head and finally let me go. “That’s nothing. I once had a menage with these two sisters. Not sisters, like sisters. Sorority sisters.”

Jason’s friend Byer held up his glass of whiskey. “Good going, man.”

“Those chicks were freaks.” Mark shuddered like he was recalling something terrible. “That’s my last emnage. Ever. I don’t think it’s good to get a woman turned on and then let her have idle hands…”

I almost laughed at the idea of whatever had happened to Mark, given the idle hands remark, but the topic was too close to home. I just sank even farther into my seat and prayed someone changed the topic.

Megan sighed. “Unconventional relationships like that just don’t work. I had a friend whose husband insisted they invite another man into the bedroom, for her. Their marriage ended two months later because she liked having sex with the new guy better.”

“And honestly, what kind of woman wants to deal with more than one man at a time?” Macy snorted. “One is more than enough.”

Mark laughed loudly. “The extra kinky ones. I never tried it with just one woman. Huh.”

Jason shook his head. “Don’t try to put out offers for your kinky dreams here, buddy,”

Mark looked over at me and wagged his eyebrows. “I don’t know. I think Sara might have a little something spicy hiding away.”

My stomach dropped straight to the floor, and I winced. Pulling away, I shook my head. “No, thanks.”

“Oh, come on.” He leaned into me. “For you, I’d even try it with another woman again.”

Megan came to my rescue. She reached over and pushed Mark away. “Don’t be gross, Mark. Sara isn’t one of your perverted sorority sisters.”

I was barely holding myself together. I wanted to burst into tears. They would all think so little of me if they found out I had a harem of brothers I was hooking up with. I didn’t want that. I had to get away from the table. Shaking my head, I stood up and forced a smile. “On that note, I think I’m going to retire for the night.”

Macy came around to give me a big hug. “I’m so sorry, honey. I promise he’s not normally like that.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m just tired. I’m used to going to bed early.”

She kissed my cheek and sighed. “I love you, Sara. You’re the best.”

With my heart beating an angry rhythm in my chest, I practically ran back to my room. I locked the door and barely made it to the bathroom before I finally gave into the tears. I stripped and got into the shower, wanting to wash Mark’s touch off my skin. A part of me was trying to wash away what I’d done with the guys, too. I knew it was useless, what was done was done, but I tried anyway.

I scrubbed myself until I felt raw and then I dressed in thick flannel pajamas and crawled into bed. I was preparing to spend the rest of the night pouting in bed when a knock sounded at my door.

I knew it was going to be one of the guys, but I went to it still and pulled it open.

Lucas stood there, a frown on his face. He reached out and touched my cheek. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. “You’ve been crying.”

I stepped aside so he could come inside and went back to my bed after he closed the door. “That was horrible.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “Not the best moment to have pop up when we’re trying to show you that this isn’t weird or perverted. We just all worship you and we each want to express it in our own way, while giving you as much pleasure as possible.”

I crawled under the covers and pulled them up to my chin. “I’m done. I’m just going to stay away from the three of you. This is all too much. I can’t be hooking up with all three of you.”

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