Page 4 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 2

IblinkedatWarren, unsure if I was hearing him right or if I’d hit my head and fallen into some sex dream. There was no way that Warren Strickland was asking me to stay in his room with him. Not a chance.

“You’re beautiful. You were pretty as a girl, but you’re so damn stunning as a woman, it almost hurts to look at you.” He inched closer, and that smile slipped to reveal something hungrier. “Stay with me.”

My hand went to my throat like I was clutching for my pearls. I didn’t wear pearls, but I was feeling scandalized. “Why?”

“Why not?”

I fought to keep my eyes on his face, but he was so naked and so strong. Water droplets trailed down his chest and—Jesus, I wasn’t keeping my eyes on his face. I shook my head and forced a laugh. “Nice one, Warren. Good to see you still like to mess with people.”

Warren closed the gap between us and rested his hand on my hip. “Not messing with you.”

I sucked in a breath that smelled like pine and sunshine. My stomach tightened in a whole new way, and I felt butterflies take flight. He was serious. I could see it in his eyes. He was interested. “Do you always jump in bed with the first woman you see while horny?”

His other hand gripped my other hip and pulled me into his chest. The hardness of his erection pressed into my stomach, and his heat seeped through my clothes, along with his dampness. “I know what I want when I see it, Cupcake.”

“I can’t believe you’re still calling me that.” I sounded husky. Why did I sound so husky?

“You never did like that name, did you?” Warren smiled then, his perfect teeth showing like the big, bad wolf. “You never got it. You thought we were making fun of you.”

“You were.”

“Cupcakes are sweet and delicious, Sara. I’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He stroked my waist, an area that I didn’t like people touching. “Still do, apparently.”

My breath caught in my throat and I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What he was saying didn’t make sense. What I was doing didn’t make sense.

“Why don’t you stay? Let me indulge myself.”

“Macy. I can’t.”

“Implying that you could if Macy didn’t figure into the equation.” Warren wrapped his arm around me, his hand settling low on my back. “Do what you want.”

What did I want? Warren had been a giant frog to me when I was a kid, but he looked so good, and I’d been so lonely. I wanted his body, without a doubt. My body was on fire with want. But I couldn’t sleep with Macy’s brother; she’d kill me. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted him, though. I wanted the way he was holding me to never stop, and I wanted to feel the heft of his cock in me.

“Come on, little Cupcake. Tell me what you want.”

“What about tomorrow? It would be weird.”

“We’re both adults. If you don’t want more of me, I won’t push you.” He let out a slow breath. “I won’t push you now, either.”

I felt like crying when he pulled away and walked backward to sit on the edge of the bed. His heavy cock bobbed against his abs and he took it in his hand and just held it. My mouth watered and I swore. “This is a bad idea.”

“Why?”

I dropped my purse. “You are an asshole.”

“I was an asshole.” He gave me another of his charming smiles, the effect only slightly dimmed because of his naked state. “I’m not a little boy anymore, Cupcake.”

“I see that.” I looked away from his erection and licked my lips. “You’re my best friend’s brother.”

“Which means I have a vested interest in not making a mess of things.”

I took a step towards him. “I just broke up with my boyfriend of two years because I found out he was cheating on me. I’m an emotional wreck.”

“Want me to make it better?”

I smiled despite myself. “This is a terrible idea. Probably the worst I’ve ever had.”

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