Chapter 5
I gasped when I realized that I indeed had a hickey clear as day on my shoulder. No one else would automatically know it was from Warren, but there would be questions. Andrew and Lucas would see it and see the way Warren was looking at me. They’d know. Everyone would know.
Just as I started to panic, Warren amped it up even more by slipping his hand over my thighs. I shot a look at his brothers, each of whom was watching us with hot intensity.
“Um, I should go.” I shifted away, worried that everyone was going to know what a skank I’d been.
Andrew met my nervous expression with a firm one of his own. “Stay, Cupcake. No one’s judging you here.”
Those simple words shouldn’t have relaxed me. They should’ve sent me sprinting back into the changing room, but they didn’t. I sank back onto my rock and looked around at them. What the fuck was happening?
Warren’s hand found its way back to my thigh and his thumb stroked my flesh, relaxing me even further.
Maybe it was the warmth, or maybe it was Andrew’s acceptance, but I felt like I could slip into the water and float away.
Actually, maybe it was the fact that nothing felt real.
Warren touching me while his brothers watched couldn’t be real.
“Seems like everyone else wanted to enjoy the outdoor springs.” Lucas said the comment in an offhand way, but when his eyes moved to me again, I felt like there was weight to them.
“Why didn’t you three want to go out there?”
Warren’s hand massaged my thighs, working its way between and around, slowly opening them as he did. “View’s better in here.”
I snorted. “You’re nuts.”
Lucas grinned. “Not at all, Cupcake.”
I rested my head on the rocks behind me as Warren’s hands moved down my legs and massaged my calves.
I closed my eyes and smiled as he did it.
I knew that I should’ve stopped him, but I was a lump of pleasure in his hands.
Everything felt so good. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once.
He rubbed my feet, my calves, and my thighs, all at the same time.
My eyes shot open when I realized that made no sense. Warren was next to me, massaging my thighs, while Lucas and Andrew had moved closer to rub my lower legs. A rush of arousal pulsed through my core and I bit my lip hard. What was going on?
What if someone saw? What if Macy saw? They were rubbing me, and it didn’t feel platonic. I knew it had to be innocent because they were doing it in front of each other, but it didn’t feel innocent, either. It felt sexual. It felt good.
I worried about them knowing how turned on I was, worried that they’d think I was a complete freak, but Warren leaned into me and pressed a soft kiss against my ear.
“No one else can see us but them. They want to watch as I touch you, Cupcake.” His hand on my leg crept higher between my thighs. “They’ll make sure no one walks up. We wouldn’t let anyone else see you like this.”
I swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in.
They wanted more than platonic. They wanted perverted, dirty, raunchier than any book I’d ever read.
Or kind of. They wanted to watch Warren touch me.
My heart pounded in my chest and I shook all over as my arousal threatened to choke me.
It was wrong. I’d never done anything like it.
Letting Warren touch me in front of them was crossing lines that I didn’t even know existed.
I spread my legs open farther as I met Warren’s gaze. He groaned and rubbed his knuckle over my core. Slipping his fingers into my bottoms, he ran them through my wetness.
“You’re wet for us, Cupcake.”
I shuddered and clamped my lip between my teeth. Looking across at Andrew, I watched as his eyes burned dark. He looked down at where his brother’s fingers were slowly pushing into my core, filling me.
Andrew growled and met my eyes. “Are his fingers in you, Cupcake?”
Warren responded by pushing another finger in and curling them just enough to rub a magical spot inside. I moaned before I could stop it and nodded at Andrew. I didn’t know what was happening. I was lost in lust. In that moment, they could’ve all taken turns touching me and I would’ve let them.
Lucas swore and inched closer. “Cupcake, you’re fucking stunning.”
“Fuck her, War.” Andrew gripped my ankle and met my wide eyes. “Just his fingers, baby. We’re not going to let anyone else see you. You’re safe.”
Why did I trust him? Why was I putty in their hands?
I gasped as Warren followed his brother’s directions.
He pulled his fingers out and then slammed them back in.
Over and over again, he thrust into me, stretching and filling me perfectly.
The water sloshed around us and my moans turned into pitiful little mewls of pleasure.
My breasts bounced in my bikini top, and Lucas noticed.
“Can we see, Cupcake?”
I jerkily nodded, completely lost. Lucas leaned forward and pulled my top to the side, exposing my breasts to them. Warren dropped his head and sucked on my nipples while Lucas swore and Andrew’s grip on my ankle tightened.
I was so close to coming when Andrew leaned forward and cupped my chin. “Do you want to come?”
I nodded. “Please.”
“Warren’s going to take you into the bathroom with him, Cupcake. He’s going to press you against the wall and fuck you until you come. You deserve a cock in that sweet pussy when you come.”
I nodded like an obedient child, desperately wanting to come and to please him. Warren fixed my suit and stood up, keeping his back to the windows behind us as he led me out of the spring and into the men’s bathroom. I wasn’t sure if anyone saw, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t care.
Inside the bathroom, inside the shower stall, Warren did as Andrew said and pressed me into the wall.
He kissed me hard while shoving his shorts down and pushed my bikini to the side.
I locked my legs around his waist and held on as he filled me with one solid thrust. He swallowed my moans and pounded into me as we both raced towards our release.
It took no time for us both to come together, my release hitting me harder than ever. It was another earth-shattering orgasm, one only quieted with Warren’s hand over my mouth.
As we came down, Warren turned on the hot water and cleaned me off, taking his time rinsing his seed from my core. Then, he leaned down and met my eyes. “You’re beautiful and so fucking perfect. I’m lucky as hell to be the one to make you come.”
I fought the urge to cry, his soft words too sweet after what we’d done. I waited for the regret to hit, for the shame to hit. When it didn’t, I stared up at him and frowned. “What are we doing?”
He stroked his finger down my cheek and smiled. “Stick around this time and find out.”
I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but since we were spending the rest of the day at the springs with everyone, I didn’t have much of an option.
I went around the front, back through the women’s changing room, without looking at myself in the mirror, and then went back to the indoor spring.
Warren was already there, sitting in his spot.
I took a deep breath and sank back into the water, biting back a groan as the hot water soothed my tired muscles.
I kept my eyes down for a bit until Andrew cleared his throat. I glanced up at him, just to find him grinning at me. It was such a stunning smile that I forgot that I was supposed to be feeling awkward.
“Since we’ve gotten your attention, why don’t you talk to us about what’s been going on in your life?”
I smiled, so loose after that orgasm that it was easy to go along with their conversation. “I got a law degree and then decided I wanted to bake instead. I work for A Sweet, Shore Thing.”
Warren captured my hand and intertwined our fingers. “You were always so smart.”
“Smarter than us.” Lucas grinned. “I can see you baking. You used to live in our kitchen.”
“That was because I was a chubby kid.” I shrugged and sank deeper into the water.
Andrew growled. “You were beautiful.”
“You are beautiful.” Warren groaned. “I hate everyone else here with us right now. I want to spend more time convincing you of just how beautiful you are.”
I shook my head. “This has to stop happening. Macy...”
Andrew moved closer to me and rested his hands on my knees. “It stops if you want it to stop. Nothing else matters.”
I bit my lip and fought the urge to slide my thighs under his hands. “What exactly is it?”
“What do you want it to be?” Lucas’s eyes were hot as he met my gaze.
Before I could think of an answer, Warren moved his hand to the back of my neck and started rubbing. “That’s a big question. We’re just talking now. About you being a beautiful kid who grew into a wonderful baker.”
“You don’t know I’m wonderful.”
Andrew scoffed. “We used to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to steal the cookies you’d bake. We know that you’re good.”
I laughed, incredulous. “No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, we did.” Lucas patted his flat stomach. “You were the reason I almost got moved up a weight class when I was wrestling.”
“And the reason we gained the freshmen fifteen before leaving for college.” Warren groaned and let his hand pause on my neck. “My coach tried to make me join Weightwatchers.”
“No! None of you ever gained an ounce of weight. I remember because I hated you for it.”
Andrew raised his eyebrows. “You were paying close attention to our figures, were you?”
“No. Not at all.” I shrugged. “Not even a little bit.”
Lucas winked at me. “Feel free to pay close attention to my figure now.”
Warren groaned. “You sound like an idiot.”
“I agree.”
Lucas gave me a wounded look and splashed water at his brother. “You sound like an idiot.”
Andrew groaned and sat back. “This is my life.”
I couldn’t help giggling. They were still little boys, despite their bodies and desires. “I’m starting to feel like I’m babysitting.”
Warren wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me into his chest. “We could play that.”
“Ew.” I pushed away from him, the smile on my face permanent, and rolled my eyes. “No, thanks.”
Andrew caught my calf and pulled me closer to him. “I much prefer something involving the big, bad wolf.”
I moved back to my seat and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling like chasing after three little red riding hoods today.”
Laughing, Andrew closed the distance between us and lowered his voice. “You’re no wolf, Cupcake.”
Warren stroked his fingers down my arm. “You do look like the perfect treat for a wolf, though.”
Lucas moved closer, his eyes drinking in my face and chest. “With this peaches and cream skin.”
“And these berry-colored lips.” Andrew groaned. “The perfect treat.”
The moment built, and I felt like it was becoming too big, too much for me. Instead of giving in to the tension, I made an awkward joke. “No one wanted to mention my ripe melons?”
Lucas groaned and moved away. “Oh, that was bad.”
Andrew shook his head. “Yeah, that was pretty awful.”
Warren just grinned. “I mean, yeah, I wanted to, but I also didn’t want to get slapped for being too forward.”
I scoffed at him. “Too forward? Says the man who reintroduced himself to me with his cock in his hand.”
“Hey, you walked into my bathroom.”
“It was mine while I had the key.” The sound of a door opening came from behind me and I sighed as I knew things were going back to normal.
Andrew moved back to his spot and Warren slipped away from me as laughter spilled into the room. Megan and another of the bridesmaids came in, their eyes on the brothers.
“Is there room for us in there?” Megan winked at me and slipped into the spring, her thin body highlighted by her tiny bikini.
“Always room for friends.” Lucas chuckled and shifted over to make room.
“It’s okay out there for a while, but my face was starting to go numb.” Ginger shivered and settled right next to Andrew. “Plus, the company in here is better.”
I felt awkward and out of touch with any conversation that could possibly happen.
I wanted to run away, but I didn’t have anywhere to go.
I was trapped on top of the mountain. I felt like I needed someone to talk to, but there was no one.
I couldn’t tell Macy that her triplet brothers were coming onto me and that I liked it. I couldn’t tell anyone.
“I think I’ll go see what the springs are like outside.” I forced a smile and stood up. “It’s about time I checked in with the bride.”
Megan looked at my ankle and frowned. “Oh, Sara, what happened?”
I glanced down at the red ring around my ankle, knowing instantly that it was a mark from Andrew’s grip on me.
It was physical proof of his desire, if I’d needed any more than I’d already gotten.
I stammered as I tried to think of something to tell Megan.
Finally, I just awkwardly chuckled and shrugged.
“I’m such a klutz. I got tangled in my pants and tripped while getting dressed this morning. I didn’t even realize it left a mark.”
She raised her eyebrow but didn’t say anything else, thankfully.
I hurried outside and sank into one of the springs, focusing on breathing through the disappearing calm over what I’d just done.
Staring out at the valley below, I had the breath-stopping moment of realization that I’d just let three brothers touch and expose me.
I’d wanted more. I’d let one of them screw me into an oblivion while the others watched.
Andrew had hinted that there was something happening.
Something that I would have to stop if I didn’t want it.
What else did they want? My mind flew to images of Andrew and Lucas touching me.
The three of them touching me and having their way with me.
It would kill me, I was pretty sure. Did I even want something like that?
The tingling in my core said yes.