Page 29 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 11

Ijerkedawayfrom the door and looked at Lucas. Standing next to the bed, his erection pointing at me, he looked like a sex-crazed superman with his muscles and his beard and his bedroom eyes. I hurried over to him while flailing my arms towards the door. “Your sister is at the door!”

He stroked my sides and pulled me into his chest. “She’ll go away.”

More knocks sounded at the door. I pushed away from him and ran my hands down my face. “Hold on! Be right there! I’m getting dressed!”

Lucas groaned and looked down at his cock. “This sucks.”

I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You have to hide.”

He moved around, grabbing his clothes, grumbling. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m not happy about this. Andrew and Warren are going to love fucking with me about it.”

I watched his bare ass move into the bathroom and groaned. I was the sex-crazed one. Without a doubt.

He was hidden, as well as he was going to be hidden, so I did a scan of the room to make sure it was okay and then looked myself over in the mirror over the dresser. I looked…fucked.

Fixing my hair and buttoning my pajamas up to my throat, I shook my head and went to the door. Pulling it open, I tried to look like I’d just crawled out of bed. “What time is it?”

Macy rolled her eyes and pushed past me. “It’s ten in the morning, you bum. I want you to have brunch with me. I miss you.”

I watched her sink onto my bed and winced. “Okay. I just need a bit to wake up and get ready. That sounds good, though. I miss you, too.”

“And I came to apologize desperately for last night.”

A wash of shame hit me. She was apologizing to me while I was hiding her brother in my bathroom. “No need. You didn’t do anything, Mace.”

“No, I set you up with Mark, not knowing that he was an inappropriate idiot. I would have fought him last night, but I was a little drunk myself. It took me waking up and talking to Jason this morning to remember. I’m sorry. So, so sorry. You don’t need to deal with one more asshole after Milo.”

I sat down next to her and shrugged. “He was a raging asshole, but I’m fine, honestly. You don’t need to apologize for him.”

“I just know that this isn’t as much fun for you as it is for everyone else. Between the breakup with Milo and my brothers, you don’t seem like yourself.”

“Your brothers?” Had I squeaked? I’d squeaked. Oh, god.

“Yeah, my brothers. I’ve noticed them bothering you. It’s like nothing has changed.” She shook her head. “They were so mean to you when we were younger, and I really thought they’d gotten better.”

I rubbed at my face, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing. “They’ve been really nice to me so far. And I’m fine, Macy. You don’t need to worry about me. This is your wedding! You have more important things to worry about.”

Frowning, she shook her head. “I’ve seen how tense you are around them. I don’t know why I thought that ten years would make everything they did to you back then go away. Of course, you’re still upset about it. Even if they are being nice, it’s not like you can forget all the hell they put you through.”

I shifted, so uncomfortable with the conversation. “It’s really okay, Macy. Really.”

“It’s okay? Yeah? They told every guy in high school that you smelled like rotting fish and had a disease that made your crotch have constant gangrene.” She stood up and paced. “They cut your hair off when you were eight and put itching powder in your underwear every weekend for years before you realized it. You were convinced you might actually have gangrene.”

I glared at her. “I don’t need help remembering, Mace. Thank you, though.”

“Are you… Do you like them now?”

I groaned. “Macy! I don’t know. They’re all being so nice and it’s been great not having to think about all that shit they did.”

“They’re winning you over, aren’t they? As glad as I am that you’re not as miserable as I was worried you were, I don’t like that they’re charming you.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not liking them better than me, are you? Everyone always falls for them. They’re great, and I know that, but just once, I’d like to not be in their shadow.”

My heart ached for my best friend. I pulled her into a hug and then squeezed her cheeks. “Macy, you’re in no one’s shadow. You’re amazing and wonderful and everyone is here for you. You’re the bride. You’re the princess and you don’t need to worry about anything. Especially me and especially me liking anyone more than I like you. You’re my best friend.”

She sank back onto the bed and sighed. “Sorry. I know I’m being crazy. I’m hungover and tired and the rest of the family is coming in tonight, or tomorrow, and I’ve already got a headache just thinking of them. And, you know, I do feel a little sad that you’re being won over by the triplets. You were the only person I ever had who didn’t think the sun shined out of their asses.”

I grinned. “I assure you, I don’t think anything shines out of their asses.”

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