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TRIPP

Two times now, I have found my girlfriend —because yes, that’s what she is to me, my girlfriend, though I have no clue how Dane or Richie feel in that regard, but I don’t care—tangled up with my stepbrothers.

Although, last time it was only one of them, and that discovery had been bad enough.

Seeing her sandwiched between Richie and Dane was not something I thought I’d ever see. Sure, we all agreed to be open with the truth. We’re dating the same woman.

We’re fucking the same woman. At least… they are fucking her.

Me? Not so much.

But it’s easier to accept Amelia as my girlfriend and feel comfortable with where we are when I’m not staring at the evidence right in front of my fucking face. And it’s not just the sight, if I’m being honest.

I can smell the sex in the air, and judging by the way they both were wrapped around her, the blanket falling off of them to expose the cut of their naked hips…

Yeah, I know they both had her.

Which should feel so fucking wrong, and should piss me the hell off.

So why am I harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life?

I head for the freezer, opening it if only to cool me down. Maybe the damn cold air will help with my fucking hard-on right now…

“Tripp, talk to me, please…” Amelia calls, and I close my eyes, sucking in a breath before I turn to see her standing in the kitchen, holding the blanket around her shoulders. It covers her, but the evidence is still written all over her.

Her mussed hair. Her bare shoulders peeking from beneath the blanket.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I admit.

Honestly I don’t know what to say. I know what I should say. I should be screaming from the top of my lungs, “Why not me?” or “Why them?”

But I can’t find it in me to yell or scream, or even be angry. We all agreed to this. I agreed to this…open relationship sort of thing. I don’t feel jealous or even upset.

I just feel…left out.

Like they have something I don’t, and it’s not even a competitive thing.

It’s just a me thing.

I haven’t had a lot of partners. Yes, I’ve slept with a few people, had a couple girlfriends, but nothing serious. I know most people think because I’m young and attractive, because I play hockey and I’m fit, that I’m tearing up pussy left and right, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Yes, I could have any girl I want. I know that.

But I don’t want a girl. I want a woman.

I want Amelia.

Does she not want me?

The thought permeates my brain. I’ve gotten her off, sure. Twice, to be exact, but since our late-night session, we haven’t really done anything else. She hasn’t made a move to touch me or get in my pants at all. And she hasn’t exactly asked for a repeat, so I’m starting to wonder if she even wants me in that way.

I know she likes me. I know I like her.

So why are we not having sex?

We should be, right?

Dane and Richie are both still zonked the fuck out, and knowing they’re so close by doesn’t help matters. In fact, it only makes this so much worse.

Because all I want to do is push Amelia up against this damn counter and make her scream my name.

Just to stick it to them. If they’d even care.

She takes two steps toward me, and her bright blue eyes look a little watery, and I can’t help but reach out to touch her.

I settle my hand on her cheek, cupping it lightly. “I’m not…upset. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

She looks up at me. “You’re not?”

I shake my head. “I mean, it’s kind of part of the package deal, right? You doing what feels right for you…”

I can’t help that I look down, avoiding her gaze.

She feels right to me. But maybe…

It’s then that I feel her hand on my cheek. Her fingers gently lift my chin up to make me look at her. I shift my stance, if only to quell the stupid erection that won’t go away, despite standing in front of the fucking freezer. I move to shut it, since it’s doing no good.

“Then why do you look like someone just ate the last cookie in the jar?” she asks.

I debate if I should say something or just let it go. I don’t want to push her, but I also don’t want to make this about me.

If she’s comfortable with my brothers…who am I to tell her no?

We all agreed she’s driving the ship here, right?

I brace myself against the counter, and it’s then I realize how close she actually is.

“I just—” I sigh, erring on the side of honesty, even though I know I’m going to sound like a total ass. “I’m not mad, I just…I want to feel right for you too.”

“Oh, Tripp…” Her voice falls and I hear the pity in it. I hate it.

I move away just the slightest, but she pulls me back.

“It’s fine, Mia, I?—”

“You do feel right,” she whispers, taking a step closer to me.

I’m acutely aware of how close she is. Her lips are close enough to kiss. The blanket she holds falls haphazardly around her shoulders, exposing her bare skin. Without thinking, I reach out and push some hair behind her shoulder.

“Then why haven’t we—” I swallow harshly.

Amelia breathes a sigh, shaking her head. “That’s what this is about?”

I look behind her to my brothers, snoozing away on the fucking couch.

“You think I’m not attracted to you?” She laughs. “Tripp…”

“I’m just saying…what’s a guy supposed to think when ever since I ate you out, you’ve avoided sex with me altogether?” I shrug. “I mean, I know I can’t suck that bad. You did come twice.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Maybe we haven’t done more because you’re not here, Tripp. It’s got nothing to do with you,” she says, running her hand down my neck, down my chest. Slowly. Her bright blue eyes capture mine. “I’m very attracted to you.” Her voice doesn’t waver or falter in the least.

I smirk, feeling more than a little happier.

“Is that so?” I ask, sliding one hand around her waist. The blanket bunches where I hold her, and she grins as I pull her close.

“Mhmm.” She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me. “Very,” she whispers against my lips.

And suddenly all the insecurity swelling within me melts away. I kiss her, driving my tongue into her mouth.

She eases into my kiss, into my hold, her arms finding their way around my neck.

“I am very, very attracted to you, Mamma Mia,” I breathe against her lips. I take her lips once more, my cock twitching with anticipation as she caresses my tongue with hers.

“Make it up to me,” she says softly.

I don’t have to be told twice. I tear the blanket from her, taking in the sight of her. She stands there before me, blonde hair a mess, her breasts bouncing from the jostling of my blanket thievery.

God, she is gorgeous. Creamy, pale skin, luscious thighs which I am more than well acquainted with. Bright blue eyes that I could get lost in if I’m not careful.

“God, you are so beautiful,” I say, marveling at the sight.

She catches my gaze with a smirk. “I showed you mine. Show me yours.”

The grin that spreads across my face and the laugh that escapes my mouth are genuine. I said those words under the influence, but we both know there’s not a drop of alcohol between us right now.

I hold her gaze as I take off my shirt, and when she gasps just the slightest I preen with confidence. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” I ask as I slowly unbuckle my pants and shove them to the floor. I lean back against the counter, tossing some hair out of my eyes.

“Yes,” she says as she leans closer, pushing me back against the counter. She’s small, and she’s not heavy by any means, but just the sight of her looking at me like this…it’s enough to hold me still. I could stay here forever, underneath her gaze.

The way she’s looking at me…fuck.

I palm my cock for a moment, watching as her gaze drops there.

“Very much,” she says as she gently grabs my hand and pushes it away.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know,” I say, suddenly feeling a bit flustered.

“I know,” she says as she slides her thumb across my weeping slit. I’m already wet with precum, just from everything that’s happened.

Finding Amelia in bed with my brothers on the couch where I ate her out.

Seeing her naked in front of me, knowing the reasons for her nakedness are snoring like a freight train barely a room away.

She slides to the floor slowly, her gaze holding mine. My breath catches in my throat as I watch her slowly stroke my cock before she darts out her perfect, pink tongue and licks the bead of precum that’s collected there.

“Fuck,” I groan, and she smiles up at me from her spot, flashing those dark lashes at me as she pops off my dick. I suck in a breath, hating the feel of the rush of air. The absence of her tongue.

“Ready.” She flicks her tongue out against my top and I shudder. The little minx, throwing my game right back at me. I see you, Amelia. You want to play? Let’s play, sweetheart.

“Set,” I say, my voice darker than I’ve ever heard it before. She holds the base of my cock, mischief dancing in her bright eyes. “Go.”

I barely have a moment to process what’s happening before she takes my cock into the back of her throat in one fell swoop, with ease.

I bite my tongue, pursing my lips as I try to hold in my moan. I’m not that easy. I’ve had enough practice staying quiet while my parents were home. Or while Dane and Richie are home.

My gaze drifts to them. Without the blanket, I can see them both, plain as day, naked. Their forms sidled along the couch. Soft dicks flopped over on their stomachs. Knowing where those cocks have been should piss me off or gross me out, but it doesn’t.

It just fuels me more, because I want to join the fucking club.

Though I am surprised that either of them would be into whatever it was they did. Dane is an uptight nerd half the time, and Richie is just an old grumpy asshole.

My focus drifts back to Amelia who keeps sucking, licking, and nibbling at my cock. One hand cups my balls while she uses the other to stroke me, all while running her tongue around my head. I stifle my moan, my hands gripping the counter.

That was close.

She moves off of my cock, and for a moment I think she’s going to say something, but instead she sucks one of my damn balls into her mouth, and I can’t keep in my shock.

“Fucking hell, Mia!” I bite out and she grins, moving off of my balls and back to my cock.

“I win,” she says with a giggle as she takes me into the back of her throat once more, with ease and a quickness that should be damn near criminal.

“Fuck!” I curse as I hit my peak. My hands grip the counter hard as I let out a strangled moan, coming down her throat. “I’m coming…” I breathe.

Amelia swallows every fucking drop.

Fuck. That was by far the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

When she gets up, she shoots me a devilish smirk.

“Come here, you,” I say, grabbing at her hips. I pull her against me, seeking her mouth with mine, and she startles.

“Tripp, I just?—”

“I know, baby. I’m not afraid of a little cum,” I whisper. “As long as it’s mine, and not…you know…” I cough, eyeing the two grizzly bears still passed out. And then I get an idea.

“Oh my God…” she breathes.

“You think I’m done with you?” I say with a grin. I spin her around, forcing her against the counter so fast she gasps.

“What?”

“Ready,” I say, whispering in her ear. My hand comes to palm her ass and I squeeze it. “Set.” Using my free hand, I slide one finger into my mouth to get it wet before trailing it over her seam. I tease her just enough until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Go,” I say as I push her over enough so I can brush my cock—which is already hard again, despite the fact I just came—against her.

“Oh my God, Tripp, are you?—”

I pull some hair back from her shoulder and whisper in her ear, “You’re not the only one who can come twice, you know.” Her gasp is equal parts cute and erotic as hell. I can’t help but chuckle as I press my cock against her. I don’t miss the way her body shivers.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

She nods, and I press the tip of my cock against her slick entrance.

“Mmmm…” she murmurs, squirming beneath me.

“I’m going to make you scream,” I tell her. I push forward another inch and fuck…she feels so good. Warm and wet. I can’t help but groan myself from the feel of her.

Her breath shakes as I inch myself inside of her. When I bottom out, she lets out a deep groan. “Oh my God, Tripp…” she whispers, and I smile.

“I win,” I tell her as I kiss her neck. I thrust into her once and she gasps. So I do it again. “Does that feel good, baby?” I ask, rocking into her with a steady rhythm. I don’t fuck her as hard as I want to, if only because I don’t want to hurt her. And I’m not sure how much she’s already taken, so the last thing I want to do is make her sore.

I want her to feel good.

“Yes,” she says as I thrust into her again.

“Louder, baby. I can’t hear you,” I tell her as one hand reaches across her chest. I pinch her nipples and she yelps. “Louder,” I demand as I increase the rhythm, the pacing of my thrusts.

“Tripp…” she mewls.

“Make me come again,” I whisper as I bite her earlobe. “Please, baby…”

She pushes back against me, and with my free hand I find her throat. I pull her back just enough so I can devour her lips while I bury myself in her.

“Tripp!” she cries, her legs shaking from my thrusts.

“Louder, baby. Scream my fucking name…”

“Tripp!” she cries in agony. “I’m going to come…”

She sucks in a breath and a moment later, I feel it. Her orgasm tears through me as her pussy clenches me tight, pulsating with need. Just feeling it, hearing her cry my name, I’m powerless to stop my own battle cry.

“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming!”

I rattle the island so hard the damn copper pot above falls, crashing to the ground in a loud echo.

“What the fuck,” Richard groans, his voice breaking the spell as Amelia and I collapse against the counter together in a heap.

I laugh, pulling her hair back and kissing her cheek. “I win again,” I whisper, kissing her everywhere I can.

“Fuck.” Dane’s voice carries, and I know they see us.

Good. Let them see me with my cock buried in my girlfriend.

Let them see how right this feels.

I hold her close to my chest, kissing her once again before I slide out of her and pull her closer. “I will buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby,” I promise her.

Then the loud, crisp wail of Lyla breaks through.

Amelia groans. “I think we woke the baby.”

I laugh. “Give me two minutes to get dressed.”

“No, I got her…” Dane grunts, buckling his pants.

“Good night, baby girl,” Richie says as he approaches us. He shoots me a fiery gaze before grabbing Amelia and kissing her. He makes a show of it, which only makes me feel like he’s doing it because he’s pissy about waking up to find me and Amelia mid-fuck.

Now you know what it feels like, asshole.

“Good night,” she says softly as he leaves us in the kitchen, naked, gleaming with the evidence of our tryst.

And as I catch her gaze, her soft smile, I think, This feels so fucking right .