2. Emerson
CHAPTER 2
Emerson
I ’m sure I’m going to have a heart attack. It’s not a panic attack. I’ve had those before. Those are scary and confusing. This is exciting. Intoxicating.
Well, maybe it’s the endless mimosas, tequila, and beer that accounts for the last part, but the triplets certainly fuel the headiness coursing through my veins over the past six hours.
It’s been nonstop adrenaline from the casino, to the club, to the VIP section at the pool and Brock’s magical tongue, and now…
“Wow!”
I stare at the incredible suite in awe, hardly sure where to set my eyes. I assumed the men were well off enough, judging by their clothes and hotel choice, but I never would have imagined the two-floor suite with the baby grand piano and fireplaces. A part of me wonders if I'm more drunk than I realize, if I'm not caught up in some drunken dream, and not really imagining all this. But I can still feel the tingle of Brock's fingers inside me. I hadn’t imagined that. And I’m not imagining the way they’re looking at me now, like they want to eat me alive where I stand.
What kind of ranch do these guys have to afford all this?
I put the question out of my mind. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter because I’m never going to see them again—especially not if I go through with this.
“Let’s get you a drink,” the boisterous triplet offers. Tony. No, Toby.
He’s all charm and easy laughter, tossing out quick jokes while sneaking glances my way. Each sidelong look sends a pulse of heat through me.
Across the room, Owen sinks into the leather sofa, silent but watchful, his eyes fixed on me like he’s reading every thought I’m trying to hide.
Their desire is clear—written in every look, every breath—but no one reaches for me. No pressure. No rush.
They’re waiting for me to decide.
“Mind if I sit?” I ask.
Owen smiles. “Not in the least.”
My pulse kicks up again. That breathless, chest-tightening rush floods back the second his hand lands on my knee.
Toby hands me a beer, and I wonder if maybe I’ve had too much already. But I don’t feel out of control. If anything, I feel more in control than I’ve ever been in my life. They don’t unnerve me, even though they’re bigger and stronger—and total strangers.
What got into me tonight? I can’t blame the alcohol. I can’t even call it the Vegas effect. I’ve been here before with more exciting people than my cousin and her idiot friends, and nothing like this has ever transpired.
Belle is the only explanation that makes sense. Her and her pretentious friends with their usual over-the-top bullshit and all this wedding circus nonsense. I hadn’t even wanted to come for my cousin, but if I had to shell out for this trip, then hell—I’m damn well going to enjoy myself.
Pale morning light creeps in over the horizon, but even after an all-nighter, no one’s thinking about sleep.
Owen’s fingers massage my thigh.
Toby joins me on the sofa. “You never did tell us what part of Texas you’re from.” He slings his arm casually around the back of the sofa, his fingers grazing my shoulders. Taking a swig of his beer, he turns his gray eyes toward me, and I’m again struck by their resemblance to one another, but already I can tell them apart.
Owen is much quieter than Toby.
Brock is much more in charge than both of them.
I wonder how that all translates in the bedroom.
Another burst of heat flows through me.
I smile demurely, fixating on my beer. I take a long sip before answering Toby’s question. I don’t want to tell them too much about me or get too invested in this. It’s not like we’re going to keep in touch after this weekend.
Can you just imagine one of them walking into Techicom next week? I shudder at the thought.
I tuck my hair behind my ear. “You’re right. I never told you where I’m from.”
Owen chuckles at my evasive answer. “You talk too much, Toby.” He reaches for the drink in my hand, and I let him take it. He sets it on the glass coffee table, then pushes up to stand and offers me his hand. “Can’t you see the girl just wants to relax?”
I slip my hand into his and rise as well, the other two men following as he leads us toward the floating staircase.
I wait for hesitation to creep in, for second thoughts to stop me from what I’m about to do. But I don’t have even a flicker of doubt. Not when I look at Brock, and all I can think about is the way he made me feel, his mouth on me, the desperation he drew out with nothing but his tongue. The ache returns fast and sharp, slick heat blooming between my legs.
My cheeks stain pink, and I will my heart to slow down.
Brock’s hand cups my ass as we climb the staircase, and Owen’s fingers clutch tighter. I wonder if Brock can feel the heat surging through the fabric of my pants. I want him to finish what he’d started in the pool area, to know if they are all the same in bed because they are so physically similar.
Every step makes me hotter, my skin prickling in anticipation.
Brock’s hand slips between my legs as we end up on the top-floor landing, and he chuckles.
“What?” Toby asks, glancing down to look at his brother’s hand on my ass.
“She’s hot,” he answers.
“Tell us something we didn’t know,” Toby replies lightly as Owen tugs me along toward the main bedroom.
In a euphoric daze, and triangulated by the triplets, I find myself in a pristine, modern bedroom.
Owen looms in front of me, his intense eyes boring down as his fingers trail over my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” he tells me.
The sweetness of his compliment takes me aback. Cupping his face in my hands, I bring his lips to mine as Brock seizes my hips from behind.
“She is fucking beautiful,” he concedes, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts over my bra.
Toby drops to his knees, his face exploring the space between my legs as he fumbles with the zipper and button on my pants.
“Too many clothes,” he mumbles in frustration.
I can’t help but laugh at his urgency. They aren’t wasting any time, and I’m glad. I’ve never been so turned on.
Brock pulls me away from Owen’s lips to pull my shirt off. His brother stares at my breasts, eyes bright and flooded with desire, as Brock frees them from my bra.
Goosebumps explode over me when I hear a rip. Toby’s eagerness led to my zipper busting, but I don’t care, and I step out of my pants, almost falling over. Brock catches me easily, one hand landing on my upper thigh, teasing the space. My back falls against him, his massive erection wedged firmly against my back through his jeans.
Oh my God. Is that all him? I have questions. Possibly a measuring tape.
I swallow thickly, my eyes popping as my nipples harden more, dizziness fully overtaking me now.
“Are you good, Diana?” Brock whispers in my ear, grinding himself harder against me.
“Fuck yes,” I answer without hesitation, wanting to hear my real name on his lips. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to tell them my real name now.
Owen’s fingers trail over my lips, falling over my throat and nipples before landing along the aching center where Toby spreads me open.
For half a second, we stand together, pressed in a frozen moment, as I’m naked and sandwiched among them. I feel like they’re deciding what to do with me, and it’s driving me crazy.
“Take me,” I beg them.
Owen smiles wickedly.
Toby’s tongue sweeps over my clit, and I mewl, the first stroke landing right where I need it.
I buck harder against Brock.
He chuckles. “I think she likes it, Toby.”
Toby mumbles something into my pussy, and the reverberations send shockwaves through me. His hands cling to my ass cheeks, face fully delved inside me as Owen massages my chest and Brock slides kisses along my neck.
I’m still reeling from the size of his dick, imagining it inside me.
Owen reluctantly drops his hands to unbuckle his pants, and I place my fingers in Toby’s unruly dark hair.
“Get her nice and ready for us, bro,” Brock says, easing me into Owen’s waiting arms, bare skin meeting bare skin.
Owen’s mouth crashes to mine as Toby’s licks grow more intense. I moan, the sound swallowed by Owen’s mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. Without warning, he lifts me effortlessly and carries me to the bed—where Brock’s already waiting, hard and ready for me.
I gasp, caught completely off guard. I hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten undressed, but one look at him has every nerve ending in my body lighting up.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Owen lowers me onto Brock with care, and I brace myself as I straddle the thick head of his cock. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, my breath catching as his brothers climb onto the bed around us.
Owen’s fingers slide into my hair, tilting my head toward his length just as Brock thrusts up from beneath, pushing deeper inside me with a groan that echoes through my chest.
“You good, darlin’?” he growls as I stiffen.
He slides back out of me, before once again thrusting upward, filling me hard and deep.
My breath catches as I wrap my lips around Owen, taking his hardness into my mouth. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Take it easy,” Toby warns, and Brock obliges, pacing himself beneath me.
Toby strokes himself with one hand while the other massages my neck and shoulders. I reach up, fingers wrapping around the base of Owen’s cock, holding him steady as I breathe him in.
“Such a beautiful mouth, too,” Owen sighs. “Everything about you is beautiful, darlin’.”
I reach out to take Toby’s hard shaft in my hand, bouncing harder against Brock now as our movements grow slicker. My initial apprehension has passed, and all I can think about is feeling each of them inside me.
My eyes turn upward to lock with Owen, and he grimaces lightly, his jaw twitching.
“Easy there,” he mutters. “I haven’t even started with you.”
I clutch Owen’s hip to steady myself, taking him deeper as I stroke Toby harder, drinking in every moan and low, guttural sound they make in response.
Brock’s shaft becomes a steel rod, and he warns me seconds before his climax, his heat filling me as Owen yanks my head away from him, his eyes blazing with intensity.
His mouth crushes on mine before he pulls me forward.
“Turn around,” Owen orders me, swinging my ass toward him.
Brock slides aside to give his brother room, and Toby cups my face. I kiss him, deep and hungry. Behind me, Owen’s lips trail over the curve of my backside, his fingers slipping between my thighs before he spreads me open and sinks his cock into me with a sharp thrust.
I cry out, the sensation stealing my breath, while Toby’s hands move to my chest, rolling and tugging my nipples with a gentleness that makes me tremble.
Owen’s fingers dig into my hips, and the euphoria sends me to the ceiling as another orgasm builds inside me. Toby’s cock hovers just in reach, and I take him in eagerly, matching the rhythm of his brother’s unyielding thrusts with every stroke of my mouth.
“Easy, baby,” Toby begs, clutching my head. “I want to feel that pussy too.”
Owen groans as he thrusts fully into me, and I gasp, my lips slipping from Toby’s length as I cry out. My body clamps down around Owen, the sharp, overwhelming rush of release crashing over me. I tremble, lost in the rhythm of Owen’s final thrusts as he comes with a rough grunt, buried to the hilt, his grip tight on my hips.
Pleasure pulses through me in waves, stealing my breath. My knees give out, and I collapse onto the bed, trembling and spent.
Toby curls up beside me, warm and solid, trailing kisses down my throat. One hand moves between my legs, his touch featherlight as he rubs slow, soothing circles over my still-sensitive clit. I flinch at first, but the tenderness of it makes me melt.
Owen and Brock shift in closer too, their hands beginning to work over my arms and calves, massaging in gentle, grounding strokes. I’m floating—limbs heavy, skin buzzing, every inch of me over-sensitized and alive.
“You okay?” Toby whispers, his breath hot against my neck.
His length, still hard, brushes against my thigh, a silent reminder of what hasn’t happened yet.
I nod, breathless, aching, barely able to find words.
But oh, I want him, too.
“I’ll be better after you fuck me,” I tell him, pulling him on top of me and wrapping my legs around him.
He grins and curls his hand around my throat gently, his eyes boring into mine. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he growls.
I shatter the moment he sinks into me. The pleasure is instant—hot, blinding, unstoppable. My body clamps down around as the climax hits, stealing my breath and pulling me under with a force that leaves me undone.
I gasp, back arching, vision going white at the edges. Sparks scatter behind my eyes as every muscle tenses, then melts. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
Owen slips one thick finger between my lips, and I suck instinctively, dazed and delirious, lost to sensation.
I’m so caught in the haze of aftershocks that I barely register Toby’s release, just the sound of his breath catching, the warmth of his body against mine.
Toby rolls off of me, and I lie there on the massive California king, tangled up with these gorgeous strangers, my chest rising and falling as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that just transpired.
“Diana?”
It takes several seconds for me to realize that Brock is talking to me. Right. I’m Diana.
I smile weakly, struggling to find my composure. “Hm?”
“You good?” Owen asks worriedly, shooting his brothers a nervous look.
I realize they’re concerned about regrets, and I laugh, albeit shakily.
“Aw, bless your hearts,” I chuckle. “It’ll take more than that to break me.”
They burst out laughing and sink back against the bed in relief.
“Is that a challenge?” Toby asks innocently. “Because I’m up for it.”
I prop myself up, my heart thudding. “It sure as hell is,” I answer. “Show me what you got, cowboy.”