Page 9 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 4

Afteralongnight of avoiding Warren, Lucas, and Andrew, I had a crappy night of sleep, interrupted by an alarm blaring at the crack of dawn. Macy. I was going to murder her. She loved yoga and had decided that a morning yoga session was just what her bridal party needed. I could attest that I didn’t need a morning yoga session. I needed sleep. Still, I dressed in leggings and a T-shirt and made my way down to the gym.

The scent of eucalyptus welcomed me and I stopped to breathe it in before pushing into the gym and searching for Macy. Bent over, stretching in the middle of the room, she stood out in a vibrant yellow outfit. Beside her, Megan stared into the distance, exhaustion clear on her face. A few of Macy’s other friends from college and work were there, some of them peppier than others. Most of them, I noticed, were staring at the other end of the gym, mouths dropped open.

I knew I shouldn’t look. I felt eyes on me almost immediately, and it was the same feeling from when I was a kid, knowing that the triplets were headed my way. I looked. What a mistake that was. The three of them stood around a set of weight machines with a couple of other guys. Shirtless. I’d seen Warren in all his shirtless glory, and my core pulsed from the memory. His body had kept me tossing and turning the entire night. I could also see the remains of scratch marks on his shoulders. I wanted to screech at him to put a fucking shirt on, but it was too late.

Lucas shirtless was a work of art. Black tattoos covered his chest and back, down to his waist. The art went under the waistband of his shorts and came out the other side on his calves. I wondered where else he was covered, if those tattoos went close to his cock, and if I could see them. That thought forced me to turn away from the men. I was acting like some sort of loose woman, lusting after multiple brothers at the same time. I didn’t even trust myself to look at Andrew. I kept my back to them and rubbed my face.

“Sleepy?” Macy squeezed my shoulder and laughed. “You’re up before this for the bakery.”

“I guess I didn’t sleep well. I’ll be fine, though.”

Macy grinned. “You haven’t done one of my yoga classes before. You don’t know what you’re in for.”

Groaning, I pretended to do stretches with the rest of the group while trying to navigate my way to the back. Maybe I could slip away without Macy noticing. Yoga just wasn’t my thing. I baked. I baked, and that meant I taste-tested a lot of sweets. I exercised enough to keep most of the weight off, but it wasn’t for fun. I didn’t want to be physical, especially so early in the morning. I especially didn’t want to be physical when my core still ached from where Warren had stretched me so thoroughly.

After the first few forward bends, I had to stop to rub my thighs. I wanted to run, but Macy was watching me. She kept giving me the finger stare salute, and I had no choice but to act like I was athletic. It sucked.

When the poses got too hard, I slipped away with a signal to Macy that I needed water. I grabbed a bottle of water and kept walking, making the decision to save my rubbery thighs from any more abuse. Macy would have to understand.

I was almost in my room when a big hand caressed my hip and pulled me back into a strong chest. Warren. I melted against him before remembering myself and jerking away. “I told you, it was just one—”

Lucas grinned down at me and raised his eyebrows. “It was just one what, Cupcake?”

I blanched and took a big step away from him. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I have to go. Bye!”

I rushed away from him, the feel of his arms around my waist burned onto my skin. I slammed my door closed behind me and locked it just to be safe. I was losing my mind. I hadn’t been any less aroused once I saw that it wasn’t Warren. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

Until the day before, I’d been a five-dates-before-sex woman. Milo had to date me for three months before I put out for him. What a disappointment that’d been.

Milo. I hadn’t thought much about him since walking into Warren’s suite. It was like the old saying was true. You have to get under someone to get over someone. Boy, had I gotten under someone. It was only awful that I wanted to get over him, next to him, beside him. I still wanted him any way I could get him, despite knowing better.

I didn’t understand Lucas touching me like he had. Maybe they really were all messing with me still. Maybe their childhood games had transformed into something vastly different. I didn’t want to be the center of their games again. I just had to strengthen my restraint and stay the hell away from them. It wasn’t exactly going to be easy, seeing as how we were all there for Macy’s wedding, but I’d make it work.

The rest of that day was easy because Macy arranged for us to go shopping in the city. The men all stayed behind to do whatever it was they wanted to do, and the women escaped. Or maybe I was the only one escaping. The rest of the women seemed sad to lose a chance at hanging out with the guys.

I relieved some stress by shopping. I bought things I didn’t need and came back to the hotel with an embarrassing collection of clothes that I would never get a chance to wear while still working at the bakery. The one thing that I actually needed I hadn’t bought. Lingerie. My closet was down to the laundry day panties and bras, things chosen for their comfort, not sex appeal. Knowing that any part of me was thinking about the brothers while shopping had kept me from buying anything that would go so close to my downstairs area, though.

I ordered dinner in my room that night to avoid everyone and begged off with a headache. I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid the guys the next day, so I needed to rest up and recover while I still could. I passed out early and slept like the dead, not waking up until the sound of someone banging on my door startled me out of a raunchy dream.

I checked the clock and swore. Stumbling out of bed, I rushed to the door and pulled it open. Andrew stood on the other side, a frown on his face. I was too groggy to accept that he was standing there for a bit.

When I didn’t say anything, he brushed past me and into my room. “You’re five minutes away from missing the bus to the hot springs.”

I gasped and then swore. I didn’t want to miss any of Macy’s events, but I especially didn’t want to miss the hot springs. Running over to my suitcase, I threw it open and grabbed my swimsuit. I changed in the bathroom and brushed my teeth before coming back into my room and finally realizing that Andrew was still there.

His eyes moved over my body and, if possible, his jaw set even harder. “Three minutes.”

I pulled on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, then shoved my feet into boots. “Who voted you the Sara fetcher?”

“You need a jacket.”

Without thinking, I started searching for a jacket to throw on. Bending down, I searched through my suitcase for a few seconds before realizing that I was blindly following Andrew’s directions. Snapping back upright, I put my hands on my hips and turned around to face him. “I don’t need a jacket. I’m only going to be outside for a few minutes.”

He arched a dark eyebrow. “Get a jacket.”

I mimicked his eyebrow move and shook my head. “No.”

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