HUGE 3D: A MFMM MENAGE STEPBROTHER ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 5) Page 8

  Without the radio on, the four of us ride in silence on the way home. Out of the corner of my eye, Drew has got his arms crossed, a muscle in his cheek twitching. He’s mad as hell — there’s no denying it – and I really don’t even see why. It shouldn’t be that big a deal to them. After all, everyone knows what they’re like. I’m the one who’s gonna be the talk of the college by tomorrow. I’m the one whose reputation is going to be shredded beyond repair. It’s the double standard between men and women that it’s impossible to escape. They will just be seen as macho heroes for all the other guys on campus to look up to. I’m sure there’ll be some serious back slapping going on in the locker room. Being able to fuck your step-sister, hell, who knows how many points that’s worth in the guy’s handbook?

  Not me though. All those girls who lust after them will hate me. I’ll be an easy target and that just makes me feel sick. How long before those rumors get back to our parents? They’re involved with the college through the boy’s team stuff.

  I can just imagine the football team now, all of them sitting around in the locker room, speculating on all the ways the triplets fucked me, laughing at how easy I must be. They’ll probably try and take a crack at me next, coming up with some crude name to call me for just the guys. I shudder at the thought of it.

  Even still, none of them say a word to me and when we pull up to the driveway, I’m itching to get inside and lock myself away from them. Hopefully, they’ll really leave me alone this time.

  Swinging my purse over my shoulder I’m the first to unlock the door, tucking the keys back into my purse and leaving the door open for the rest of them. I march up the steps, to hell with anything else.

  Someone slams the door shut down stairs as I make my way up, and that’s when I hear someone else’s footsteps coming up behind me, not rushing, but definitely following me. I grit my teeth as I get to my bedroom door, ready to shut it on whoever’s trying to come after me.

  But Drew’s not having it, placing his hand on the door before I can shut it, making it completely impossible for me to move it. Dammit, here we go again.

  They hover around me until I’m so absolutely tired of the silence that I have to say something to kill it. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask him.

  All three of them seem to arch their eyebrows at me at the same time. Drew tilts his head to the side. “You think you can go acting like that, the way you did back there, and we’re just going to keep quiet about it?”

  Without waiting for a response, all three of them walk past me into my room. Half of me feels violated, treated like some sort of child that they can boss around however they want, the other half of me can’t help but feel a little anxious. Something about the way they move, the way Drew turns on me and narrows his gaze at me. Yep, I’m definitely in trouble.

  I stand there, awkwardly, wondering what they expect me to say. I ball my fists, the deeply rooted urge to defend myself bubbling away inside, but as much as I hate it, another part of me feels like I need to apologize to them. I might be feeling wounded at the thought that they’ve treated me the same as all the other girls they’ve been with before, but my feelings for them haven’t really changed. Facing up to them and telling them the whole truth about how I feel is scary. I don’t think that I’m that brave.

  Fumbling for the right words to say, I open my mouth but am quickly silenced as Drew stalks up to me, backing me up against the closet door. His gaze is intense, fire burning inside his eyes as he leans in closely, Dane and Dylan coming up on either side of him.

  “You’ve got us all wrong, Mills. We know what everyone says about us, and I won’t lie, we were total dogs to girls in the past, but that isn’t what this is, between us. It’s about a hell of a lot more than all that. You’re special to us, Mills,” he whispers in my ear. It’s everything I need to hear and this close, his breath sends chills down my neck and spine.

  Trying to get myself together, I meet his gaze. “How do I know that?”

  Dylan’s hand skims up my waist, while Drew cups my cheek.

  “Isn’t it enough for us to say it?”

  I shake my head. My dad was full of flowery words of love and devotion, then he left without a backward glance. Words are cheap.

  “How can we prove it to you?” Dane asks softly. He finds my hand, entwining my fingers with his. I don’t know how to answer him. Proof can sometimes be immediate. When mom found the emails from Dad’s girlfriend, that was immediate and irrefutable evidence of his affair, but proving feelings and intentions, well that can’t be done so quickly. That kind of proof takes time. It takes commitment from everyone involved. It’s risky.

  “It’s not that easy,” I reply. It’s not what they want to hear but I don’t know what else to say. They need to understand that there is no band aid for the worry I have in my heart.

  “You sure about that, Mills?” Dylan whispers against my ear. “Because I think I can show you.”

  It’s back to sex again.

  “It’s not that easy,” I repeat.

  “We only want you, Mills,” Dane says softly.

  He engulfs my hesitated reply with a kiss. I try to turn my head but he holds my chin and presses the softest kisses to my mouth. I feel my resolve slipping because this does feel like more. It feels sweet and kind and all the things that I hoped I’d one-day find. Hands slip up my shirt, unbuttoning my pants, stroking my skin. Someone presses my hand against a very hard cock.

  “See what you do to us,” Drew murmurs.

  I melt into them all until I don’t know where one of us ends and the others begin. I’ve lost control of the situation. I’ve lost control of myself.

  And so it happens again that my stepbrothers share me and I give myself to them, knowing that by tomorrow, everything that we’re doing together is going to be common knowledge.

  15

  I’ve texted Falon before the triplets have a chance to take me school, and I go to sit out on the front porch, left alone to my thoughts. The dread sits heavy in my stomach, and if it were literally any other time during the semester, I would’ve probably just skipped, but with my exams, there’s just no way I can afford to do that.

  I have to put on a brave face.

  I have to face the music.

  I imagine myself trying to ease my way onto campus, taking the least traveled shortcuts around to the building my finite mathematics class is in. There were only a few people outside of the Red Devil last night, so maybe I’m just blowing everything out of proportion. Though, rumors like the craziness that came from my mouth last night spread like wildfire around here. Hopefully, everyone was too drunk to realize what was going on, and maybe they’ve already forgotten about it.

  A little red Honda pulls up in front of the house, and I scoop up my tote bag to hop into Falon’s car. Her expression is strained as she says hello. This is probably not a good sign.

  “So, I’m just gonna come out and say it,” she says, before pulling away. “What is this crazy shit I heard about you from Jordon. He texts me first thing after I woke up, telling me he heard about you and the Mason triplets from one of his friends. Apparently, you were all fighting about it out in the parking lot at Red Devils last night.” Her eyebrows are almost hitting her hairline. She sounds worried but also pretty intrigued. I don’t blame her to be honest. If I heard a rumor like that about Falon, I’d be chomping at the bit to know the truth too.

  I slump down in my seat. What the hell am I supposed to say here? If I deny it, Falon might find out the truth otherwise, and then I’ve lost my best friend’s trust. With the way the guys handled things last night with me, all the things they did and said, I’ll probably just blush and blow my cover anyway. It’ll be a dead giveaway. I put my face in my hands because admitting this out loud is going to be one of the most mortifying things that I’ve ever had to do, and even though Falon is my bestie, this is still some seriously personal shit. “Oh, god,” I say, groaning. “I can’t believe the rumors spread that fa
st.”

  “Rumors based on lies or rumors based on truth?” she asks.

  I can’t even bring myself to answer her directly. “Don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you before, it’s just that —” I say.

  Her mouth opens with a loud pop. “Oh my God, Milly! It really happened?” I guess she hadn’t believed the rumors. I can only hope that might mean that others will think the same thing.

  I nod, because what else can I do? “Yeah. It happened.”

  She takes a moment before putting the car into drive, looking me over. “Well, you can’t just leave me hanging. What in the world…how the hell did you go there?” she asks, not in a disapproving tone, but more in awe of me being able to pull it off. Leave it to Falon to react this way.

  “I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t really thinking. That’s the problem, but with my mom and Richard gone this week, things just sort of happened. One minute we’re arguing and they’re bugging the shit out of me, the next…well…I guess one thing just led to another and, well…oh, god,” I groan, dropping my head in my hands again. “How am I gonna deal with this, Falon?”

  “Wo there, girl…” Falon gasps, putting up a hand. “Back up!”

  “What?”

  “Be fair on your bestie. You can’t just drop a bomb shell like that, tell me none of the deets and then expect me to be passing out advice.”

  I grimace. Details. I’m struggling to recall them without swooning and they are my memories.

  “I don’t know what to say…”

  Falon looks at me pointedly. “Well, you could start with if it was good. You’re not upset about it are you?”

  I inhale deeply. “It was amazing,” I say, and I really mean it. “And I’m not upset it happened. Not really. If there were no damn consequences to deal with it would probably be one of my most treasured memories for life, but people have found out…my own stupid fault…and now I don’t know what to do. And the boys won’t listen to me when I tell them we need to stop.”

  Falon glances at me. “You mean they’re wanting it to be a long term thing?”

  I nod. “Yeah. Well, at least that’s what they said last night.”

  “Wow.”

  For the first time in our entire friendship, Falon seems lost for words.

  “Yeah…wow. That just about sums it all up.”

  Falon is quiet for at least a minute. I’m imagining what she’s thinking. Expecting, something profound and completely out of character.

  Then she burst out laughing. “You are such a naughty girl, Milly! I would never have expected something like this of you.” She bangs her hand on the steering wheel. “You think you know people and then they shock the shit out of you.”

  “Shut up,” I say but this just makes her laugh even harder.

  “Okay, so you know you owe me all the dirty details, don’t you? You keep something this huge from me…I deserve to know every juicy, sticky detail.” she says, waggling her eyebrows at me as we turned to the main road.

  I can’t help but smile back at her. Falon is a good friend and somehow she’s managed to make me feel better about everything, despite the fact that we are getting closer to college and I’m getting nearer to finding out what people are saying about me. “You know I’m not the type to kiss and tell, Falon, and anyway, I’m sure everyone is going to have their own version of what happened once we get to school.”

  “Well, there have been some pretty crazy rumors about what they get up to but who knows how much of that is true vs. speculation and over exaggeration.”

  “I think a lot of it is probably true,” I say, blushing.

  “Damn,” Falon shakes her head. “I thought you were telling me a few days ago that there’s more to life than sex.”

  “I might have said that.”

  “You are full of shit sometimes, my friend.”

  I laugh. “I stand by what I said, Falon.”

  “You’re bullshitting me, Mills. There are some pretty crazy rumors about the triplets going on out there, but they are all amazing. Only positive reviews, and if you’ve been getting down with them, then I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  “Maybe,” I concede. I can tell if I don’t I’m going to end up going into some serious conversation about my dad, and I have enough on my plate right now without having to dredge that all up too.

  “They’ve got all these girls hanging around them all the time but they haven’t been seen with anyone for a while. Not since Amy.”

  I shudder. “I think that girl put them all off dating altogether.”

  “Until you…” Falon says, eyebrows around her hairline.

  “It’s was just sex,” I say.

  “Bullshit, and you know it. You think they’d be risking their home life for ‘just sex’. They can get ‘just sex’ any day of the week, Milly. They might like sex and be damn good at sex but to risk tag teaming your stepsister must be motivated by something else. And I saw them with you at the Red Devil. That didn’t look like ‘just sex’ to me.”

  I stare out of the window, letting Falon’s words sink in. I kept thinking about the risk I was taking but giving into the triplets, but I hadn’t thought about it from their perspective. They love their dad just as much as I love my mom. They’ve seen him suffer too. I don’t think they’d be willing to mess things up at home just for the sake of a fling.

  God, I’m so confused.

  “So, what do you think?” I ask her.

  “I think they must actually feel something for you, Milly. As odd as it is to think about them as a single unit. They say twins and triplets often end up having the same taste in the opposite sex. Aren’t there lots of cases where one set of twins marry another set of twins. There must be something behind that. They are genetically the same after all. But then again, it’s just my opinion and opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one.”

  “I guess.”

  “And I don’t know what kind of set up the four of you have going on, but I wouldn’t be so quick to write them off just yet. It just comes down to the fact that there’s three of them.” She giggles. “Damn girl, there are three of them.”

  “I know, and they are big!”

  Falon giggles again. “So I’ve heard.”

  “That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it!”

  “Yeah, yeah…whatever!” she says. “I’ve heard the rumors. I have some context.”

  She flicks on the radio just as we’re getting close to school. My eyes are fixed out of the window, worry about what I’m about to walk into, but there’s also this tiny little flame of warmth in my chest as I think about Dane, Dylan, and Drew. Maybe I really did misunderstand them last night.

  We part up and stroll to our Finite Mathematics class, Falon’s chatting openly about the new guy Jordan’s been seeing, while I’m half listening and half watching the people around us. It seems like everywhere I look, someone’s whispering behind their hands. It could just be me being paranoid but it doesn’t feel like it.

  I slump down into my chair as far as I can, dropping my head down, avoiding anyone else’s eyes. It doesn’t matter though, because I’m going to be out there, amongst everyone as soon as I leave the exam.

  The Professor holds up a copy of our paper, waiting around at the front of the class. “As you take your seats this morning, you will see that you all have a copy of the exam on your desk. Please get your pencils and your study guides out, and we will begin the exam in just a moment.”

  For now, I will just have to try and concentrate, but later, I need to deal with what the hell I am doing with my life. There is damage to repair and I have no idea how to go about it.

  16

  I never thought I’d be thankful for exams, but with everyone more worried about their grades than my sex life, it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be to breeze past people relatively unnoticed. At least on the way out of class, anyway.

  After the professor lets us out, Falon gives me a quick squeeze before
heading off to her next class, leaving me on my own again. This time I know it’s not my imagination, everyone really is staring at me as I walk past.

  No matter what anyone says, I try to keep my chin held high as I leave. With my stomach growling, though, my resolve kind of starts to crumble. In my haste to get out of the house as early as possible this morning, I had completely forgotten to grab anything to eat and now I’m paying for it. Even though I hate the idea of walking into the cafeteria, I really don’t have much of a choice.

  The whispering seems to gets louder and louder, as I make my way across the entryway to the cafeteria. It feels like all eyes are on me when I do go in, and my steps seem to take an eternity to get anywhere. Fumbling for my wallet from my purse, I take out some cash, trying not to meet anyone’s gaze. I’m almost pleading in my mind. Please keep all unnecessary comments to yourself folks, nothing to see here.

  I grab a soda from the bin and a muffin, my face nearly on fire by the time I make it to the end of the line. Waiting for the cashier to finish with the girl in front of me, my focus drifts off until I’m wondering whether I did the last equation right on my exam. Even with my study guide to help, I’m not one hundred percent sure.

  “Can I get in on some of that train action?” someone shouts from one of the nearby tables.

  Even though it takes me a moment to realize what exactly the asshole meant, something tells me not to look up. I do it anyway and see the table of football players—practically all of them staring me down with wicked grins on their faces. One of them, Connor, is hunched over the table with the biggest grin of them all. “Or is it a family-only kind of deal?”

  I’m paralyzed. It’s like the air has been sucked out of the cafeteria and all that’s left is the sound of my shocked silence. Is he really expecting me to reply to that? Fucking asshole. He’s got a mouth bigger than his ego.