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RILEY

What am I doing?

Lying on my back on Hayes’ bed with the Drayton brothers encircling me, I’m momentarily struck dumb. Literally dumb. I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t even think past a loop of ‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.’

Have I lost my ever-loving mind?

Yes. Absolutely.

Did I know deep down I would do this when I was driving over? Absolutely, too. If they offered it, there was no way I’d have the strength or presence of mind to turn them down. Secret fantasies that I’ve wrestled with flood my brain, and I swallow thickly.

I blame my loins—a stupid word, but it’s the only one that fits. I’m so achy, and every time I look at Hayes, Shawn, or Jacob, my predicament only gets worse. It’s like when our eyes connect, my clit awakens from a deep slumber, immediately ready for six hours of aerobics. They’re so freaking hot, it’s a miracle I haven’t self-combusted.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Hayes’ fingers play with the hem of my shirt like he’s toying with the idea of pulling it up, and half of me screams, yes, do it. Fucking rip it off me . And the other half growls, but then they’ll see your body . The body they described as lumpy when you were ten, and they might still think it’s lumpy. They might say it again, and I really would die then. I couldn’t take it a second time.

I remember listening to a woman on TikTok talking about sex and confidence and how most men appreciate a woman who’s enjoying herself and proud of her body, whatever shape or size it is. I can’t imagine Imani or Katerina ever being self-conscious, but what do I know? I think most people have hang-ups about how they look naked the first time they reveal themselves to a partner.

I decide, then and there, that I won’t let any uncertainty cloud this experience. Whatever happens between us after today, I want the Draytons’ lasting memories of tonight to be of a Riley Johnstone, who’s happy in her skin and who confidently seeks pleasure.

I’m not the girl who hides behind her overalls and bangs anymore.

I sit up carefully and tug my shirt over my head. Hayes and Shawn, who are in front of me, widen their eyes at what I’ve revealed. I’m about to unfasten my bra when Jacob takes my hand gently. “We want to undress you, Riley. Don’t rush us.”

“What if I want to undress all of you?”

“You do you,” Shawn says. “Have at me, baby.”

I laugh and take the hem of the red shirt he put on what feels like a minute ago and tug it up and over his head. He gets slightly tangled, but I’m not worried about that. I gape at his perfect body stretched out in front of me, trying to commit it all to memory.

Shawn Drayton exudes athleticism, his broad chest is defined with strong, lean muscle, the kind sculpted from years of intense hockey training and the swimming he loves so much. His skin still carries a little of his summer tan, highlighting the ridges of his taut abs, leading down to a sharp V-line that makes my brain stutter. His golden blond hair, slightly tousled, falls across his forehead as he dips his head to look at me, accentuating the boyish charm that contrasts with his rugged physique. His arms, muscular and veined, flex subtly even at rest, and a faint scar on his left shoulder tells a story of battles fought and won on the rink. My mouth is dry as I take him in, and I’m finally allowed to look at my fill without repercussions.

He’s perfect.

I can touch him , I think. I can run my fingers over all that taut muscle and revel in his power and perfection. For now, at least, he’s mine.

His skin is hot and warm beneath my fingertips, so perfectly smooth that I seem to swim with dizziness . I’m touching his skin. His bare skin.

Shawn shudders, his body drawing so taut that more muscles rise to the surface.

“Now you,” I say to Hayes, swallowing thickly. His shirt is a little snugger, and it takes more effort for me to remove it, but he’s worth all of it and more. Jesus. He’s broader and bulkier than his brother, exuding raw strength. His wide shoulders, powerful chest, and solid arms make me think of reliability, safety, and how it felt when he defended me. Standing next to Shawn, the differences between them are more obvious, and I’m breathless as my pulse quickens, swooning a little with the total overstimulation of all my lust sensors.

Turning, I find Jacob waiting for me to do the same to him, and that surprises me. He’s never struck me as a man with patience or who will submit to anyone else’s will. Yet, here he is, playing along with my game.

Shifting onto my knees, I grasp the hem of his sweater and tug it upward, the fabric slipping over his head to reveal the body beneath. My breath catches as Jacob’s serpent tattoos emerge, black ink coiling sinuously around his arms and wrists, onto his chest, and over his shoulders, the intricate detail almost hypnotic. They twist and writhe as though alive, each serpent a work of art—more than a little intimidating. Without thinking, my finger traces the path of one snake, its inky scales seeming to ripple under my touch. Jacob shivers, a sharp, barely audible breath escaping him, and the way his body reacts sends a pulse of electricity through me, equal parts fascination and heat. I didn’t know that beauty, rugged and untamed like theirs, could catch at my heart like claws.

Hayes’ lips kiss my shoulder, his hand coming around to squeeze my breast, suddenly impatient.

“Take it off,” Jacob orders him, and with careful fingers, he does, releasing the snap of my bra and allowing my breasts to spill out. Maybe Jacob’s never seen breasts the size of mine, or maybe he just really likes breasts because his expression is one of desperate thirst, but he holds himself in control, slowly brushing his knuckles over my soft flesh until they bump, one by one, over my nipple. Everyone in the room watches it tighten, and Shawn groans, his hand coming around from behind to cup my breast from beneath, holding it for his brother. And when Jacob’s hot mouth draws my nipple into tight, hard pulls, I throw my head back and dwell alone in the darkness of my arousal. I didn’t know it was possible for my body to feel like this, wound tight with desire but at the same time, weightless with anticipation.

Hayes takes the other breast, kneading it and twisting the nipple, and my pleasure magnifies until I’m squirming against the seam of my jeans, needing stimulation. Then Jacob presses the heel of his hand between my thighs, and I moan.

“She needs more,” he says. “So much more.”

“I do,” I gasp. “Please.”

Fingers flick at the button and zipper, then Shawn and Hayes peel my jeans over my hips as I wriggle to push them down. Three sets of identical blue eyes focus between my legs, and I realize why too late. I’m wearing my cupcake panties, the ones covered with little cherry-topped treats, pink ribbons fastening the sides, and ‘Ice my Cake’ emblazoned across the front. I sell them as merch on my website, which links to my secret hockey-baking channel.

Fuck.

“Ice my cake.” Shawn makes a choking sound in his throat, and Jacob’s surprised eyes meet mine.

“Oh, baby,” he says. “You have no idea how much I want to ice your cake right now. We could glaze it over and over, one after another, until you’re as sticky as a cinnamon roll.” He trails a lazy finger over the cotton fabric, which makes me shiver. “Are you ready for that?”

Yes. Yes. Absolutely fucking yes. But I don’t say that because desperation isn’t sexy.

“Maybe.”

Jacob unbuttons his fly and pulls out his long, hard, thick dick, holding it like a challenge. The stick he’s packing isn’t a surprise. I’m already acquainted with his triplet’s monster cock, and these boys are identical in many, many ways. I lick my lips, more up for the challenge than he’ll ever know but scared, too. What if I clam up, and the whole thing is a washout?

“I don’t think we should go too fast,” Hayes says. “Riley’s first time should be special, not rushed, because we’re all horny.”

“I think being horny is a necessary prerequisite for sex, dude,” Shawn says.

“He has a point,” I agree.

“Touch it,” Jacob tells me, releasing his dick. His huge dick. It’s so big that I flex my jaw involuntarily, my body already contemplating the stretch. He watches me knowingly. “Get to know it, and you decide where I can stick it.”

“Dude,” Shawn groans. “Didn’t you ever learn any sweeter dirty talk? I don’t know. Something like, ‘fuck, Riley, you look good enough to eat. I’m so fucking hard, craving your hand on me.’”

“Yeah,” I snort. “Not smooth, dude .” But I tentatively reach out for his dick anyway, and when my hand wraps around it, squeezing, the little helpless sound he makes is awesome and fills me with a rush of power.

I may be short, curvy, and inexperienced, but I can make the Jacob Drayton whimper with just a touch.

I concentrate on making it good for him, watching his gaze flash from curious to intense to molten as Shawn and Hayes remove their pants. I’ve never given anyone head before, but the desire to feel him thicken in my mouth while I hold on to his crazy hockey thighs is strong.

“Teach me,” I say as I dip my head to lick him. A chorus of groans fills the room, but Jacob’s is the deepest and raspiest. Hayes, ever considerate, gathers my hair and holds it. Then again, maybe he’s just clearing the way so he can get a better view of me blowing his brother.

“That’s it,” Jacob says, his thighs bunching under my fingertips. “Suck it harder and faster. Make me feel it.”

He’s so big and hot in my mouth, the skin thinner and more tender than I was expecting. As I follow his instructions, the ribbons maintaining my last scrap of modesty are pulled on both sides of my hips simultaneously, and cool air kisses the wet flesh of my folds. I expect fingers to explore and tease, so when a hot tongue laps me from clit to hole, I almost buckle. My concentration is lost, and my hastily acquired technique gets sloppy, but Jacob doesn’t care. He has one hand braced on the wall behind him, and his body is stretched taut like a Roman athlete carved from marble, immortalized in his physical perfection. His flavor intensifies, and salty-sweetness floods my mouth, shocking me and triggering my swallow reflex. He groans long and low, his body shuddering as he releases, and I look up at his pleasure-lax face, wanting to take a snapshot of the moment I brought Jacob Drayton to his knees.

The intensity of the moment is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Knowing I’m responsible for this man's total unraveling and surrender is filled with the kind of selfless pleasure I couldn’t have anticipated. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“How’s the head?” I ask, thinking about the headache he was obviously nursing.

Jacob blinks, going from bleary-eyed to focused. “Yeah,” he says uncertainly. “Better. Both heads are better.” His smile is lopsided and blissed out, and he’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. I did that for him. Little old Riley Johnstone succeeded in loosening Jacob Drayton’s sour expression and rigid spine. I might just be a miracle worker.

Only then do I concentrate on Hayes behind me. He’s gripping my ass with punishing fingers as Shawn watches, his cock so hard and flushed it looks painful.

“That’s it,” Shawn whispers. “That’s it. Fuck her with your tongue,” and I almost lose my mind.

This can’t be real. I close my eyes and the imagined picture of us from above paints my consciousness with bright colors: Hayes feasting, Shawn watching, Jacob spent, and me in the center bent over and trembling.

Heat surges between my thighs as Hayes flicks my clit in a rhythm that makes my hips shift and my clit swell. “I… I…”

“Fingers,” Shawn says. “Fuck her pretty pussy with your fingers.”

In a rush, Hayes pushes one and then two of his thick, calloused fingers inside me, nudging against a spot that almost folds me in two. “Oh, fuck…don’t…”

‘ Stop’ is lost on a fast-rising tide of pleasure so bright I have to open my eyes to experience it. When I start to collapse to the bed, Hayes supports me until I’m lowered to my side, twitching and gasping.

“Holy fuck,” Shawn says. “She went off like a fucking bomb.”

“She’s done that every time,” Hayes says proudly. “I think it’s her thing.”

It isn’t, I want to tell him. No other man has ever made me feel this unbelievably good. It’s like he’s managed to turn me inside out with very little effort. I barely have control of my limbs or my breathing. It comes in gasps like I’ve risen quickly from the bottom of the ocean, oxygen and sunlight-deprived, euphoric at the pleasure of simple air.

“She broke my brain,” Jacob says.

“Hayes broke hers,” Shawn laughs. “And just saying… I’m more than up for having mine broken, too.”

“Get in line,” Hayes says. He rolls me onto my back, stretching out over my body, lining us up so we’re eye to eye, and his cock is resting hot against my belly. “Riley… you okay?” He nuzzles my nose with his, cheeks colored with heat and breathing ragged.

I draw my knees up so my thighs spread around him.

“I’m good,” I whisper.

“Are you okay to carry on?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod, even though I’m unsure what carry on might mean.

“We don’t have to…” He looks between us, raising one eyebrow.

“What if I want to?” I do want to, but I’m worried he’ll think it means something more than it does. I’m not a big believer in the ‘handing over my flower as a gift’ school of thought. Someone has to go first, and as long as it’s someone who’s keeping me in mind as part of the process—previous partners haven’t been so selfless—I’m happy to let it go.

“You do?”

This is meaningful for Hayes, too, and it’s right it’s him. We get to take this step together, with his brothers, as some kind of strange, naked cheer team. And weirdly, that doesn’t feel wrong. It just kind of feels right.

“Yeah. With you.”

Shawn makes a sniffing, emotional noise, and both Hayes and I turn to find him dabbing his eye with his discarded shirt. “Just stop,” he says with exaggerated emotion. “Stop with the frickin’ cuteness. I can’t take it.”

Jacob tosses his shirt at his brother. “Stop spoiling the moment, dude. This is momentous.”

“Maybe you fuckers should clear out,” Hayes growls.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

“We’ve run this drill before,” Jacob says. “We’ll be on standby to shout out changes to play if you’re not on the right track. And step in, you know, if you don’t get the puck into the net.”

“He’ll get the puck into the net,” I say, glancing between us at the sheer heft of what Hayes is planning to deflower me with. “He won’t need your help.” I touch Hayes’ jaw. “If babies can come out, Hayes’ dick—hell, all your dicks—can go in. And anyway, he’s got a way with my body, like he’s a homing pigeon for my orgasms.”

“That is a fucking weird analogy, but we get the idea.” Jacob rubs the back of his neck.

“Says the man bringing puck talk into the bedroom.”

“And we’re enjoying the sentiment of ‘all our dicks’.” Shawn laughs. Trust him to pick up on that part.

“Have you got condoms?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Hayes nods to Jacob, who yanks open the drawer in the nightstand and tosses him a whole reel.”

“I only need one.” He braces one arm above my head and uses his mouth to tear the packets apart.

“Can I?” I ask.

“Wrap your present?” Shawn says. “How very thoughtful.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Hayes’ voice has a breathy, excited quality that warms my heart and fills me with confidence that this is right. For all the peanut gallery weirdness, I’m so ready for this to happen with Hayes. In truth, having Jacob and Shawn with us has defused the intensity that could have accompanied this moment, and I’m glad for that.

The condom is slick between my fingers, and I study it, trying to work out which way is the right way. When I think I’ve got it, I fumble, pushing it over the thick head, and it takes some effort to roll it down Hayes’ length, but I manage it, and when he’s all wrapped, I make a satisfied noise.

“Pretty good for your first time,” Shawn says, and I blush with a stupid sense of pride. Hayes, noticing, dips his head and kisses my warm cheek.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I press my finger over his lips. “I’m sure,” I whisper. The air thickens and swells with expectation, and I let my legs fall open wider so Hayes has space to position himself. When his dick notches where I’m wet and needy, I hold my breath.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m going to take it slow.”

He lowers his body until he rests along mine, his heat and weight overwhelming and, at the same time, just right. My thighs cradle him, the easy pressure at my entrance new and good as he spreads me open to take him. Just his slowly lowering weight is enough. I stare between us, fascinated, as his arms tremble with restraint.

We’re skin to skin, mouth to mouth, linked in a way that feels more real and deeper than anything I’ve experienced. Like I’ve awakened a dormant part of myself, I realize I’ve never felt so at home in my body. My heart thrums with a new rhythm as I gaze up at Hayes’ handsome face, and he blinks down at me.

“Yeah,” Shawn says long and slow on a breath that seems to go on for a minute.

Hayes pulls back and then pushes a little deeper, and our eyes stay locked until, after a few more shifts of his hips, he buries himself deep. The fullness is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Having him unmoving inside me hints at the promise of pleasure yet to come. I’m not just accepting him into my body; I’m accepting him into my heart and life, and the connection is unexpected and a little scary.

“Okay?” Tension makes the word sound clipped, and I smile at the knowledge that he’s wrestling with the new sensations as much as I am.

“Okay.”

“Fuck.” He brackets his arms around me, bringing our faces close, and then he kisses me so sweetly and deeply that I melt, all fear forgotten. His thrusts are slow and easy at first, like he’s testing out my depths and relishing the exploration. My hips follow, undulating in a way that’s as right as walking, as easy and instinctual as swimming.

This is it.

I’m having sex with Hayes Drayton, and it’s more incredible than I ever imagined. It’s even sweeter because it’s uncharted territory for both of us, enriched by the history we share.

My thoughts drift to the kids we once were—uncertain and adrift. Never in a million years would I have pictured us finding each other like this, but here we are.

“You feel amazing, Riley,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

The sound of my name on his lips feels so intimate, so reverent. It’s a reminder that I’m not just anyone to him—I’m me. The girl he used to know, the woman he’s choosing to know now. The first woman he’s wanted to share this with, in a way that’s deeper than just physical.

That means more to me than he could ever understand.

“You feel good, too.”

“You look good,” Shawn says, his blue eyes narrowed beneath lust-heavy lids.

I tip my head and find Jacob reclining against the headboard, cock in hand, lips parted, watching, relaxed.

It’s a relief to see the tension in his brows loosen, and my pride at having taken his pain away is deeply felt.

Hayes takes my face in his hands and grinds into me, finding a faster, harder rhythm. “I want you to come on my cock,” he says, tension lacing his words. “Tell me what to do.”

“More of this,” I say, and I hook my leg behind his ass and adjust my hips for maximum contact, searching for what feels best.

His eyes glaze, and he drops his face into the crook of my neck, breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good. So warm. So wet. So fucking tight.”

“Let me play with her nipples,” Shawn says, shifting closer.

“Yeah,” Jacob agrees. “It’ll get her off quicker.”

“Fuck.” Hayes rears back onto his knees, and Jacob and Shawn crowd me.

Jacob’s fingers stroke in lazy circles and then tease my nipple with harder pinches. Shawn latches onto my other breast, sucking gently at first and then harder, and my body sparks in a way I never would have expected, forging a connection between two distinct parts of my body that tugs my arousal higher and higher.

“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.”

And Hayes keeps going. They all keep going, touching me, licking me, sucking me, fucking me in a perfect unholy circle that pulls the pleasure right out of me. I slip off the edge of the world, falling, falling, falling. My body seizes, and my neck arches, pressing my head into the comforter. I lose control of my hips, and Hayes pumps harder, faster, his own release like a wild horse, a runaway train, an avalanche barreling down a mountain.

It’s huge, this moment, this release, forging a connection between us I never could have predicted. I’m aware enough to watch the moment Hayes finishes with a deep thrust that aches inside me and tears through him, bringing every beautiful muscle of his torso into high relief. His face twists like he’s in pain and then just as quickly softens as the bliss I just experienced washes over him, too. He’s panting and sweaty, and when his eyes open and he stares at me, I’m lost in the depth of feeling I have for this man.

“Riley,” he rasps. “Fuck, Riley. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling. “Fuck yeah.”

And when Jacob and Shawn burst into laughter, I can’t help but join them.

I don’t know how I ended up here, but I’m overwhelmed with emotion, riding the euphoric high of sex so incredible it outshines even my wildest fantasies. In this moment, I couldn’t be happier.