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“And he doesn’t mean me,” Ollie chimes in.
I sit up, rubbing the last of the sleep out of my eyes. As I do so, the blanket peels off me, exposing my chest. I pull the soft fur up to cover myself as my fingers scramble madly for my clothes.
“There’s no need to hide something we’ve already seen,” Ollie says, staggering up to my line of vision.
I blush. “This is different.”
“How?” he asks. “Different because…we’re not having sex currently? I can change that.”
“Let her breathe,” Artie chuckles. “She just woke up, and the last thing she needs is a sex-crazed maniac.”
Ollie rolls his eyes before saying, “That one is kind of on her.” He smirks at me. “Oh, and if you’re looking for your underwear, I’m pretty sure Ed tore it while taking it off you.”
“That’s not true,” Ed says from the back.
“You were too sex-crazed to notice,” Ollie says.
Holy shit, I did it. I had sex with guys—as in, multiple. And with three identical triplets of all people. This is more taboo than most of the books I’ve written or read. And trust me when I say I like to really stretch the limit. I love my romance dark and twisted. But those are just stories, bound together in the pages of a book or somebody’s five-year-old iPad.
It doesn’t happen to girls like me. But Artie’s warm cock twitching at the crack of my ass reminds me how real this is.
I suddenly have the urge to scream about this to the rest of the world. I’ve been called vanilla by a couple of my ex-partners, mostly because I didn’t want to agree to a threesome. Maybe it’s selfish, but I’ve always wanted to be the center of attention in bed. I wasn’t lying when I told the Lewis brothers that reverse harem is my deepest, darkest fantasy.
Elena would have a field day if she heard about it, and George would probably have a stroke. It’s strange that I’m thinking about my ex, but the urge to throw this in his face is astronomical. Except that I’m stuck in the middle of a snowstorm with no phone signal.
Ollie walks over to kiss me on my cheek. He then turns my face toward him, and before I can protest, he kisses me hard.
I moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding over my lips before he pulls back with a satisfied smile on his face. “Now it’s a good morning.”
“I have morning breath,” I blurt, trying to push him away. This is something I’ve always been self-conscious about, as well as my appearance when my partners are around.
“And?” Ollie says. “Do I look like I care?” He starts leaning in to kiss me again, and I honestly can’t resist him. Not after he did that trick with his finger last night while his hard cock was slamming into me.
Ed pads up to us, yanking the blanket off me and Artie. I cover my chest with my arms and squeal as a waft of cold air hits my skin.
“Hey,” Artie says, scrambling to find his underwear before pulling it up his thighs. I catch a brief glimpse of his cock, semi-hard before it disappears into his trunks.
He sees me staring and gives me an abashed look. From our session last night, I have a clearer idea of each of the brothers than any conversation would have given me.
Ollie picks me up off the floor. “Go upstairs and change into something more comfortable. I don’t think you’d want to wear that right now.” He nods his chin at my discarded babydoll. I wore it for the entire duration of last night, losing it only at the tail end of the session.
I pick up the lingerie and inhale deeply. It carries the smell of all three brothers, their musk distinct.
“Want that to go in the laundry?” Ed prompts.
“No way,” I say, balling it into my fist. I intend to treasure this as a reminder of what happened last night.
“Now go and get dressed before my eggs get cold,” Ollie says, spanking me on my ass. I whimper as I walk away from him. Ed watches me leave. “You sure you have enough warm clothes on you?”
“More or less,” I say. I didn’t exactly pack for the snowstorm.
“You can borrow my clothes,” Artie says.
“And go around looking like an uptight librarian?” Ollie shoots at him.
Artie glares at his brother. It’s a little jarring to see them together. Their personalities couldn’t be more different. Ollie is all beefy muscles while Artie is lean, but when they face each other, it’s like two mirrors set side by side. My mind flashes back to last night. Everywhere I looked, I saw only one face—deep green eyes, brown hair, and a strong nose. It’s erotic in its own way.
“Once you guys decide who’s lending me some clothes, let me know,” I say. I pick up the blanket and wrap it around myself. “I’ll be in my room.”
