Page 63 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

“Stop saying that. It just slipped out.”

“They love you, too, Sara. Clearly. I wonder how a harem wedding would work…”

I staggered and grabbed at the wall. My heart skipped several beats and I was suddenly very hot. “I think I might’ve liked angry Macy better.”

She grabbed me and dragged me the rest of the way to the suite. “This is your cross to bear, sister.”

Inside the room, all reverse harem talk ended and I was welcomed by the rest of the bridesmaids like nothing had happened. It seemed they didn’t know anything about the drama that had been playing out behind the scenes. I was thankful for Macy for not telling everyone. I got to just exist with the rest of the women as we got ready for the big event.

And big it was. The ceremony was huge and beautiful, so elegantly put together that it was impossible not to cry when Macy walked down the aisle. It was also impossible not to look across the aisle at my three men. They were each looking back at me, proud smiles on their faces.

Everything felt like a dream that day. The wedding was perfect, despite it almost being ruined. The reception was loud and fun, with a ridiculous amount of drinking and dancing. I felt so at ease after feeling accepted by Macy that I allowed myself to do both. How often did my best friend get married, after all?

I got tipsy on champagne and let Warren pull me out on the dance floor. For all of Warren’s laid-back attitude, he turned into someone else on the dancefloor. He moved around me, all arms and legs. It was a display that took away from the aura of perfection and made him that much more beautiful to me. I laughed with my head thrown back as I tried to keep up with him. My long dress bunched in my hands, I kicked my legs out to mimic him and had an absolute blast doing it.

Dinner came and went, the cake was served and devoured. Macy and Jason were sent off, both of them eager to flee to their suite for the night before flying out to their honeymoon the morning after. The guests slowly trailed out after, the bridal party trickling out with them.

I barely realized we were alone until Lucas and Andrew both joined Warren and me on the dancefloor. As the band played one last lilting song, they surrounded me, and we all swayed to the music while their hands stroked over my sides and back. I felt like I was floating on another world when Andrew pulled me into him and kissed me. His tongue stroking against mine, his hands slipped down to my ass freely. Or maybe it was Lucas’s hands.

Neediness surged through me, and I rubbed myself against Andrew. “Can we go now?”

Barely contained wildness passed through his eyes, and he nodded. Taking my hand, he pulled me through the resort, Lucas and Warren hot on my heels. Halfway to the suite, he pushed me against a wall and kissed me, his need clear.

“Room. Room now.” Lucas pushed Andrew away and then grabbed me and easily tossed me over his shoulder.

I giggled until his hand landed a firm slap to my ass, staying there. The warmth of that slap and his hand pulsed straight to my core, upping my arousal until I felt like I would die if they didn’t touch me soon. I wiggled against him. “Hurry, please.”

Warren swore. “Don’t beg right now, baby. We’re all barely holding on.”

Andrew let us into his room, and Lucas immediately walked me into the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. I bounced and came up on my knees, struggling to get my dress off. I needed to be naked. Warren appeared next to me as his big hands grabbed the back of my dress and yanked it open.

I looked back at him as I heard the material rip and shimmied myself free. “You owe me a new dress.”

He cupped my breasts and kissed my neck. “I’ll buy you a hundred.”

Lucas swore loudly, and when I looked up at him, he was taking in what I’d been hiding under my dress. The white lingerie set. It cupped my breasts perfectly and molded to my body, the white lace delicate against my skin. He grabbed me and pulled me off the bed. I stepped out of the ruined dress once I was standing and then stood in front of my three men in a little bit of lace and my nude high heels.

Andrew came closer and stroked the tip of his finger down my breast. “Is this for us, Cupcake?”

I nodded.

“You look like sin dressed up as an angel.” He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me closer. “It makes me want to prove how dirty you can be.”

Hands grasped my shoulders from behind, and I went down to my knees easily. Looking up at Lucas and Andrew, I moaned when I realized what they wanted. Licking my lips and readying myself, I wasn’t prepared when Warren knelt behind me and then laid flat on his back with his head right next to me.

All the blood in my body rushed to my core when Lucas lifted me and put me back down with my knees on either side of Warren’s head. Gasping, I went to move, afraid I’d hurt Warren, but he gripped my thighs and dragged me down until my core was resting over his face. The feel of his tongue on the thin lace that was the only thing keeping me covered was a jolt of pleasure.

Andrew and Lucas both pulled themselves free of their pants and revealed they were both already rock hard. I reached for their shafts, stroking them and guiding them closer to me. As Warren used his tongue to press the lace into my core, I stuck out my tongue and guided Lucas into my mouth. Things were urgent and desperate, my inhibitions lowered by the champagne I’d had.

I stroked Lucas into my mouth and then pulled him out just to take Andrew in. I sucked them both, teasing them with my tongue and teeth. Andrew’s hands in my hair directed my head where he wanted it, and he controlled how fast I moved my mouth over their cocks and how deep they went. Warren centered his mouth over my clit and sucked unrelentingly until my hips bucked over him and I moaned onto Lucas.

I wanted more, but Warren easily lifted me and moved, sliding his body behind mine and wrapping an arm around me to hold me while dragging my panties to the side. He lined our bodies up and thrust in with one deep stroke that made me scream in pleasure. If I expected a break, I was mistaken. Warren immediately jackhammered his body into mine while rolling my clit between his fingers.

Mouth ajar from the pleasure, Andrew and Lucas took turns gripping my hair and using my mouth, pushing more of their long cocks into me each time, until they were bumping the back of my throat. Still, I gasped at the powerful explosion of pleasure in my core, giving Andrew a chance to push me farther. He grasped my head and pumped his hips against my face, my name a swear on his lips. I came hard and fast, my body pulsing around Warren like a vice, milking his own orgasm from him.

His seed filled me as I shook and cried out. He held me tight, still rolling my clit even as I shook and bucked against his hand. His mouth against my ear, his voice was heavy. “You’re not done yet, baby.”

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