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She reaches up to him, but Ed stops her and grabs her hand. “On two conditions,” he says.
Susan looks shocked for a second, but she recovers quickly. “Yes?”
“We only have protected sex,” Ed says. “No exceptions. I don’t want any accidents.”
“That’s not a problem,” she says. “I’m on contraception.”
“Good,” Ed says. “And second, you may not use us for inspiration.”
“I don’t understand,” Susan says.
“Just the sex,” Ed says. “We’ll give you what you need, but in return, you have to promise not to write about us explicitly.”
“The line between reality and fiction is blurry,” Susan says.
“Then you have to promise not to cross it. That’s the only way you can have us.”
I start to protest, but Ed just glares at me. He’ll give me hell later, so I shut up for good.
Susan seems to consider this before nodding. “Okay, I promise not to use you, Artie, or Ollie as inspiration in my book.”
“Okay, then you can have us,” Ed says.
Susan’s breath hitches. I resist the urge to pump my fist in the air.
“Thank you. God, it feels so good to ask for help finally,” she says.
“I think you use that word too lightly,” I say, grabbing the back of her head. “I’ll show you what it means to feel good. Let’s seal the promise with a kiss.”
I glance at my brothers for approval. Artie has a hungry look on his face. Ed’s face is unreadable, but it’s slowly losing restraint. Neither of them protests as my mouth hovers over Susan’s. Her breath hitches in anticipation, and her eyes flutter shut.
I groan as I dip in and press my lips to hers. I’ve been dreaming about her since I saw her in the bathtub naked. Her hair feels so silky and soft as I run my fingers over it.
I slant her mouth to the side as I deepen the kiss. Susan whimpers into my mouth as she kisses me back, her hands clutching the lapel of my shirt. Artie hovers at her back.
I let go of her and watch as he takes her into his arms. Susan turns to face him, giggling under her breath as she kisses him too, running her hands down his jaw before playing with his hair. They continue to kiss each other. I step back to enjoy the view. I never thought watching my triplet kiss a girl like this would turn me on so much.
I take off my shirt, getting it over my head in an instant. She turns to face me, her eyes dark with lust as her gaze roams over my naked chest. I flex my muscles, and she smiles in delight as she reaches out to touch my pecs, her fingers skimming the ridges of my abs.
Artie, meanwhile, resumes his place at her back, cradling her hips before his hands slowly travel upward and cup her breasts. She moans and falls back against him, gyrating softly.
I turn to Ed. He’s now looking at Susan, unmistakable lust on his face, but he doesn’t reach for her. I give him an encouraging nod. Ed’s gaze meets mine. Behind all the lust, there’s a bout of fear. And that’s when things click. He hasn’t been with a girl since Fiona.
I let him know that he’ll be just fine. Neither of us says a word, we just understand each other. Ed stalks up to Susan, brushing the hair out of her face before leaning down to kiss her. She wraps her arms around him and practically clings to him as she kisses him back. Artie remains at her back, his hands roaming her body.
Ed’s kiss is passionate as he practically devours her mouth. He takes her in his arms, clutching her almost painfully. Susan whimpers but doesn’t break the kiss. She seems to revel in the roughness of his touch.
Ed coaxes her mouth open with his tongue. Susan whimpers as it invades her mouth, curling against him. Jealousy snakes through me. She seems to be more into him than either of us. But I quietly tamp it down. This isn’t just about me, it’s about all of us. That’s what Susan offered us. I can’t be selfish. But I sure as hell can be needy.
I walk up to them, running my finger over the side of her body. She breaks the kiss, her eyes slightly glazed. “What’s your fantasy, Susan?”
“Yes?” she says, looking slightly dazed.
I play with her hair. “We’re here to help you, but I think you still need a little nudge if you want to get back into writing that smutty book of yours. So tell me, what’s your fantasy? I know you’ve given it some thought.” That’s why she’s here. We are what she wants, but there must be something deeper and more specific.
“I want to be ravaged in front of the fireplace,” she says. All the coyness is gone.
“Then your wish shall be granted,” I say. I motion to Artie to help me remove the coffee table that sits right in front of the fireplace, blocking most of our space. We push back the couch. When I turn around to face her, Susan is already sitting down on the plush carpet, the straps of her babydoll falling down her shoulders, barely covering her. The lit fireplace illuminates her soft features, casting them in a twinge of muted red. She looks fucking irresistible, like someone plucked her right out of my most carnal fantasy.
