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ASPEN
I don’t miss the way Pacey’s eyes dance over my body, and for some reason it suddenly makes me feel self-conscious.
“Let’s get inside, yeah?” I shudder as the cool breeze dances over my skin. I feel Riggs behind me as we walk in silence up towards my home. Opening the door, the warmth blankets me in an instant. I kick my shoes off and move towards the lounge to collapse on the sofa. The balls of my feet burn. My mom and dad are sitting in the back living room, the television playing quietly, and I have no idea where Austin is.
The three men walk into the lounge and hover.
“You can sit down,” I laugh, my eyes moving between the three of them. Pacey doesn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence; he claims the large armchair next to where I am laying. I see him side eye Riggs then gives him a quick nonchalant shrug of the shoulders.
I scoff, rolling my eyes as Riggs perches himself on the arm of the sofa I am sitting on, Tripp sits next to Pacey.
My eyes roam quickly over Riggs and my cheeks burn, little flashbacks of how he devoured me in the bathroom, my skin prickling and heat swarms between my legs and suddenly, I need him again.
“Hello loves,” my mom says as she steps into the room, “are you all okay?” her eyes bounce around the room and we all groan and grunt something that merges together as a bunch of yes’s.
“Drinks? Cocoa?”
“I’ll have a cocoa please.”
“And me,” Pacey pipes up, holding his hand up.
“Oh go on then,” Tripp beams and then I hear the sound of Riggs’ hand rubbing over his beard.
“I suppose it would be rude for me to say no now, so yes please Blue,” Riggs turns up the sweetness for my mom and it melts my heart.
“I’ll go get it started,” her eyes glisten and she has always liked to take care of people.
“Mom,” I call out just as she turns to walk out the room.
“Sweetie?”
“Where is Austin?” I ask, I feel like I have hardly seen him.
“He was meeting someone down at the Boot,” she gives a knowing smile and I know it’s Harlow.
She disappears and I sit in silence waiting for one of the brothers to ask the burning question that lays on their tongues.
“Nothing to say?” I play with the ends of my hair as my eyes move between them. The Rivera brothers are all pretty similar.
Riggs is the broadest and tallest. He is rugged and rough round the edges. His curly brown hair, his piercing sage green eyes that sometimes look hazel depending on the weather. His tanned skin is mostly hidden by a thick but trimmed beard. His lips are full and delicious and he has a sharp jaw that would make any woman weak at the knees.
Tripp is a little less rugged. Short dark brown hair which is cropped short round the sides and sits in tufty waves and always styled, even under his cowboy hat. Where Riggs is more of a roll out of bed, run his fingers through his hair and hide it under his hat. My lips twitch at the thought. Tripp has dark brown eyes, almost black in colour. He has neat stubble, his nose a little crooked and a scar above his eye from when Riggs hit him in the eye with a horseshoe. Tripp is a little shorter than Riggs and a lot slimmer. They’re all lean, but Tripp is very defined.
Then you have pretty boy Pacey. Light brown hair that sits to his jaw. Messy but glossy and soft with the same curls as his brother but a lot looser. His eyes are hazel and a little brighter than Riggs. He is slim, petite. He is real pretty, a clean face and well looked after skin. They’re all handsome, but together, they’re beautiful. Real fucking beautiful.
“Aspen,” Riggs pulls me from my thoughts and my eyes widen.
“You back with us?” Tripp laughs and I blush.
“I think so,” I roll my lips, shuffling, my knees touching and my thighs clenched. I really should have put some panties on before I sat down.
My mom walks in and hands us all our cocoa, handing me mine last. I take it from her and give her a smile. Her hand cups my face as her soft eyes land on mine.
“You okay?” I whisper and she nods, leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll leave you to it,” she stands tall and walks out of the living area, sliding the lounge doors across, but not closing them completely so there is still a small gap.
I take a mouthful of my cocoa and then lick my lip of the chocolate moustash I was sporting.
