Page 6 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Warren kissed my throat. “Look at me, Cupcake. Keep your eyes on me.”

I bit my lip and stared into his blue eyes. As he pushed into me, my eyes fluttered at the sensation of being stretched, but I held his gaze. The muscles in his jaw worked as he filled me completely. I sucked in a gasp of air when he pushed the rest of the way in and dug my nails into his shoulders. Too much. He was too big.

“Relax, Cupcake. Just breathe for me.” He stayed still, buried inside of me, and smiled. The smile was so gentle and sweet that I felt a flutter in my chest. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

I stretched up to kiss him and felt that flutter grow as I did. Slow and sensual, it took away all of my worries and allowed me to relax around him. The tension melted from my body and raging desire slammed back into me. Planting my feet on the bed, I rocked my hips, encouraging Warren to move.

“You ready?”

I nodded and moaned, my heart racing at the hunger on his face. “Fuck me, Warren.”

He moaned and shifted his hips enough that his body rubbed against my clit and made my eyes roll back in my head. Still, he used his hand to grip my chin and held my face. “Eyes on me. I want you to see who’s fucking you.”

My entire body vibrated with desire at his words. I did as he said, watching him through a haze of pleasure. He pulled out and I lifted my hips to keep him in me. I was used to his size, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted him to leave. Then, he thrust back in, and I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to walk again.

“Can you handle me, Cupcake?” Warren’s voice was a growl, and his eyes were eaten up by his dilated pupils. He was just as lost as I was and knowing that amped up my arousal even more. “Can you take me?”

I nodded and held my breath as he pulled out and thrust home again. It was world-shaking. I clawed at his back, desperate to keep myself from floating away. I arched my back and cried out when he bent his head and took turns teasing my nipples. Each thrust of his hips shoved me farther into the oblivion. I was going to come again, something I’d never done before.

Warren kissed me as he fucked me harder, swallowing my moans of pleasure. He swore suddenly and looked down at me with a pained expression. “Birth control?”

I nodded. “Clean?”

He nodded and nipped at the top of my breast. “Where do you want me to come, Cupcake. Tell me now.”

“In me.” The words were out of my mouth fast enough for it to be embarrassing if I was in a state where I could feel anything other than pleasure.

He swore and buried his head against my shoulder as he thrust harder and faster. “Fuck, Cupcake.”

I wrapped my legs around him and twitched as he changed his angle and hit something inside of me that caused a pulse of pleasure to shoot from my core to both my head and my toes. A wild sounding scream shattered from my lungs as my body tightened and came alive against him. I could feel every inch of him filling me, every vein and pulse. The strongest orgasm I’d ever had jerked through me just as I felt Warren falter in his thrusts. The first flood of his orgasm filled me, but he kept thrusting, kept filling me with more of his seed.

There was something so dirty about the feel of it seeping out of me and trailing down to my ass that I shuddered as another wave of pleasure slammed me. Lost to my pleasure, I shook and jerked under him, unaware that he was watching me come for him, come on him.

“Fuck, Cupcake,” Warren growled and kissed me hard and fierce, bruising my lips. He collapsed on top of me, his big body crushing me, but I liked it.

When I finally stopped shaking, my body went limp and I was thankful for Warren’s body, keeping me warm and steady. I was thoroughly pleasured and wildly satisfied in those moments. The calm before the storm.

When Warren finally lifted his head and looked down at me, I saw the pleasure on his face and recognized the same thing I was feeling. Desire to do it all again. We’d crossed a line that wouldn’t be easy to come back from. With his seed still leaking out of my body, I knew I’d never feel anything as good as him ever again. It’d be hard to keep away when I knew what he could make me feel.

It couldn’t happen again, though. As reality slowly set in, I felt panic overcome the relaxed satisfaction. I’d done something that I could never tell anyone about. I’d done something that could hurt my best friend. I’d slept with a man I didn’t even really know, days after moving out of Milo’s house.

“Shit. You’re thinking, aren’t you?” Warren groaned and rolled off of me. He kept his arm over my stomach and ran his hand idly over my skin, skin marked with stretchmarks. “Don’t freak out, Cupcake. This was too good to let it be ruined.”

I inched away from him, searching for my clothes with eyes as skittish as I felt. “I’m not freaking out.”

Throwing his arm over his face, he groaned. “You’re freaking out.”

Spotting my shirt, I yanked it over my head and hopped out of bed to grab my pants. I was fully dressed, sans my panties that I couldn’t find, in less than a minute. Grabbing my purse, I glanced back at Warren and felt another surge of desire. Shit.

“Cupcake, don’t leave. At least talk to me.” Sitting up, he moved like he was going to touch me.

I jerked away, knowing that I wouldn’t leave if he touched me again. There was something intoxicating about knowing what he could do to my body that made him lethal. I just had to get away and stay away. “Sorry. I… We shouldn’t have done this.”

“Bullshit.” For the first time, he sounded serious. “This was right.”

I shook my head but didn’t stick around to argue. I had to get away from him. Running out of his room, I headed towards the front desk, unaware that Andrew was standing at the door to his suite, watching me go.

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