Page 48 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

“Are you seriously looking for him? In my room?” I threw the blanket back, revealing I was still in my clothes. “I’m not a slut, Andrew. I’m not just fucking everyone, even if it might seem that way. I told him to leave. I want nothing to do with him. You should know that.”

He shook his head and walked closer. “I was making sure you weren’t with Macy, Cupcake. I know you wouldn’t do that with that asshole.”

My anger deflated and I pulled the blanket over my head. “I’m so angry, Andrew. I want to push him off the mountain. I can’t believe he showed up here and did that. I’m mortified. I had to look like a jerk in front of everyone because he’s that selfish.”

I heard the rustling of clothes and looked up to see Andrew undressing. After his shirt was off, he grabbed his phone and tapped out a message before sliding it on top of my dresser. His belt slid free, and then he stepped out of his pants.

“What are you doing?” My body was already reacting to see him shirtless. It was hard to ignore the pull between us.

In just briefs, he walked closer and climbed into bed with me. Reaching over, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. “We’re going to talk, but I just need to hold you. Warren’s bringing dinner later.”

I relaxed in his arms and sighed. “I’m just so angry. I haven’t thought twice about him since I’ve been here. I don’t care about him. I don’t want to see him. I just want him to fade into a distant memory.”

“He will. He’s not welcome here. We got rid of one asshole tonight. We can get rid of another.”

“Things are so much easier when I’m with you and Warren and Lucas. It feels so natural. How is that possible?”

He pressed his lips to my neck and stroked my stomach. “Sometimes it’s right.”

His words hit me right in the chest and I didn’t bother hardening myself against them. Instead, I rolled over and kissed him. I poured all of my feelings into being with him and giving myself to him. After a night of dealing with jerks that people thought I should be with, I wanted to be with one of three perfect men, even if I wasn’t supposed to be with him.

Andrew was tender, covering me in kisses before sliding into me and making love to me while kissing me and telling me how beautiful I was. We came together, and I knew then that I was in trouble.

Not once in my entire two years with Milo had I ever felt my heart ache over him. I’d never had a moment that I thought things were perfect. I’d never wondered when the other shoe was going to drop, because they were always both on the ground.

With Andrew holding me and Warren on his way up, Lucas probably right behind him, I had an ache in my chest and a worry in my gut that things were going to fall apart. I desperately didn’t want them to.

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