Page 33 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

The person walked by just on the other side of the dark room we were in, and as soon as they got by, Andrew let out a low growl of pleasure. I swallowed everything he had and licked him clean while his hand massaged my head and he quietly told me how good and sweet I was. I practically purred at the praise, feeling proud of what I’d done. Another thing I’d need to look into about myself later.

Finally, he pulled away and lifted me to my feet. I pouted when he put himself away and shifted, feeling desperately needy for another release.

Andrew wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “You’re in so much trouble.”

I scoffed. “What? No. I’m not. Why would I be in trouble?”

He stroked his finger over my lips and shook his head. “You’re in charge with my brothers and they’re fine with it. You’re not in charge with me.”

I felt myself wanting to rise to the challenge. “I was in charge when your cock was in my mouth.”

Eyes flashing, Andrew gripped my chin and lifted my face to his. “I wasn’t kidding about spanking your sweet ass, Cupcake. You’re asking for it.”

I shrugged, desperately wanting to push him into action. I wanted him, and I wanted him then. “So?”

Reaching down, he cupped my sex through my pants and chuckled darkly against my ear. “You’re brave now, Cupcake. When I have you bent over with your pretty little ass in the air, you won’t be so brave. I heard you let Lucas put his finger in you. I’m going to put a lot more than my finger there. I want to see your ass red before I do, though. Bright red from my hands.”

I shivered against him as he released me. “Why do I want that?”

He grinned suddenly, his face transformed into something so shiny and happy that it was a little like looking into the sun. It took away all the shadows and edges to his face and left me breathless. “Because you’re perfect for us.”

My heart fluttered. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant, but it was nice to feel like maybe he did. I swooned nevertheless.

“Have you made a decision about us yet?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and fed off of his strength. “I’m just scared of what it means if I say yes.”

He kissed the top of my head and held me close. “I’m not going to push you.”

I sighed. “I wish you would. If it wasn’t my decision to make, I’d feel a lot less shitty about it.”

“On another note, I hear we’re having a meeting tonight about what assholes we were as kids?” He pulled back and kissed me. “A long-overdue conversation.”

I nodded. “Do the three of you always gossip like little old ladies?”

That earned me a hard swat to my ass. He gave me a feral smile when I let out a little yelp. “About you? Yes.”

“Are you going to the movie?”

“No. The four of us are going to have dinner in my suite. Dinner and a talk.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He nodded. “Don’t be late, either.”

I pushed away from him and grabbed my bag. “You’re so bossy.”

He caught the edge of my bag and peeked inside. “Wear something from here, too.”

I growled in frustration at him and walked away. There was something extra to my step, I knew. Part unrequited desire and part happiness. “I wear what I want.”

Andrew caught my arm and pulled me back into his chest, just to kiss me so thoroughly that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he started when he was done. Pressing one final kiss to my lips, he gently pushed me away. “Go on, Cupcake.”

I stumbled away in a daze. By the time I got to my room, I was back to myself, though. Feeling stubborn, I tossed the bag of lingerie in the closet and closed the door. I wasn’t dressing up for them when we were going to be having a conversation about why they were assholes to me.

I sighed. I just hoped I could keep it in my pants while we spoke. I really seemed to be having a problem with that.

I told myself that I wasn’t cleaning up for them but that I just needed a bath. Soaking in the massive tub felt amazing, and it helped me relax and stop thinking so much about what could go wrong. It kept me from obsessing over every little thing I’d done and every big thing that I wanted to do. It also kept me from thinking about Macy and what she would feel if she knew what I was doing.

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