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SHAWN

Riley has a beautiful cum-face and a body that’s made for pleasure. Stretched out naked on our couch, she’s like a goddess from the ancient world, her skin marble smooth and her curves soft and inviting. And my brother has his face buried between her legs.

Asshole.

Jealousy is a dark and obnoxious thing I’m not used to my brothers provoking. When Hayes didn’t want to come to The Red Devil tonight, I suspected he was up to something. Coming home to check was an asshole move. I’ll admit it. But what was I supposed to do? Leave him to have all the fun when what I need is Riley.

There’s a huge chance that this will backfire on me. Riley’s not a puck bunny. She’s not used to the kind of shenanigans that go on amongst the athletes at this college. She’s a freshman and, as far as I can tell, sweet as honey.

But I wasn’t getting anywhere with her, and I wasn’t going to back out of my agreement with Hayes. This risky route was my only option.

When Riley’s eyes meet mine over Hayes’ shoulder, her expression morphs from relaxed ecstasy to shock and horror in less time than it’d take me to clap my brother’s efforts. Her arms cover her amazing tits, and I stifle a groan of disappointment.

I have to tread carefully. It’s make or break and my dick won’t thank me if I bomb here. Success is my only option.

Hayes swings around, and the darkness in his expression is fucking terrifying. We’ve never come to blows, but for the first time, I consider what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a punch from my triplet.

Painful, definitely.

Worse, it’d be like I emotionally punched myself in the face.

I cover my eyes, pretending to be surprised. “The den, Hayes? Really?”

“What the fuck are you doing at home?”

Through the purposeful crack in my fingers, he grabs his shirt and tosses it over Riley, using his body to shield her as much as possible. Dude’s a gentleman. I couldn’t be prouder!

“Tired,” I say. “I didn’t know you had a guest over. Riley. Nice to see you again.”

“Fuck off, Shawn,” she grinds out. “Can you get the fuck out of here?”

I step into the hall but stay close enough to continue our conversation. “You know, you don’t have to stop on my behalf. I like watching.”

“Shawn.” The warning in Hayes’ voice doesn’t worry me. Not really. Everything up until now is partially his fault. He wasn’t honest about what he was doing tonight, and he didn’t take Riley to his room before they started the sexy times. He left her open to this exposure.

“Put my shirt on,” I hear Hayes mumble, and the rustling of clothes, the thud of Hayes’ feet, and Riley’s hissed voice.

“Don’t,” she says.

Don’t what?

Does she think Hayes is coming out here to knock me out? He’s mad, sure. But we’ve never resorted to that in all our years of sibling bickering.

“You should go to my room,” Hayes tells her. “I’ll show you.”

“Just… you’re not going to do anything? I don’t want you to…”

Sweet Riley, worried about disrupting the brotherly love. I risk throwing out another teasing comment.

“You know, Riley. We work well as a team. On and off the ice.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Hayes says. “I’ve never done that with him.”

“But you could if Riley wants it. Do you want it, Riley? I could watch, or I could join in. Two of us focused on making you feel good would be so much better than one.”

“Your brother doesn’t need your help, asshole,” she grinds out, and I smile. There’s nothing better than a woman prepared to step up and defend her man.

“Not help,” I tell her. “I’d just be the icing on the cake.”

Hayes appears in the hallway, and if looks could kill, I’d be on a skewer somewhere, roasting over the flames of hell. Riley, who still has flushed cheeks and a slightly dazed look in her eyes, is swamped in Hayes’ t-shirt and clutches her clothes to her chest.

“You need to stop right now.”

I smile an easy, relaxed smile and slick my tongue over the center of my bottom lip, watching as Riley follows the action. A shiver runs through me with the confirmation that she’s considering it. I suspected she has that little freaky bone in her body that’s just waiting for the right corruption to flex. And I’m the right kind of corruption. I slide my palm under my shirt and rub my abs in an absentminded way that she follows with her pretty, dark eyes.

“Ask her,” I say, low and slow. “Ask her if she wants that.” And to Riley, I say, “We’d be so good to you, sweetheart. We’d make all your kinky dreams come true.”

“Fuck.” Hayes begins to steer Riley away, and she turns her body to go with him, but her eyes stay locked on mine. They’re angry, yes, but also curious, with just a sprinkle of longing. I can’t let him take her away before I seal the deal.

“No one has to know, Riley. We’d keep it between ourselves.”

“If you don’t shut…”

A thud on the door interrupts Hayes’ rant. He glances at his watch, but Malik’s voice rings out before we can question who’s knocking on the door at this ridiculous hour. “Open up, douchebags. Jacob’s hurt,” and all my thoughts of sex turn to dust.