4. Tarek

Tarek

four

"Fine, but if you fuck this up for us, you're dead to me, got it." Talen glares at Torin.

Talen's eye twitching in that weird way that usually makes me laugh, but not today. Today, I'm just as pissed at Torin. If Torin screwed up our chances with Britt, I'll kill him myself. It's not like I don't have a spare identical brother.

Talen stands and places his pizza box on the coffee table. "I've lost my appetite."

"Same." I throw my pizza box on top of his, unable to think about eating anything right now, not even my all-time favorite pizza. Not when my mind is clouded with thoughts of Britt and our one amazing night together.

"Now that you've found me, what do you want to do with me?"

"Everything."

That one simple word was my undoing. What little self-control I had left was gone. I think about that night every single day of my life. As far as I'm concerned, she sealed her fate that night. Britt is the only one who can tell the three of us apart. Our own mother can't even do that, and she gave birth to us. I'm still not convinced she didn't accidentally mix us up when we were babies. Hell, my name might really be Torin for all I know.

I'm beyond amazed that Britt thought she could fool us into thinking she was anyone other than the girl of our dreams. But for whatever reason, she chose to keep her identity a secret from us. We've respected her unspoken wish. I'm just not sure how much we'll last.

The doorbell rings, pulling me out of my thoughts of Britt. I push myself off the couch and make a beeline to the kitchen, needing a few minutes to compose myself while Torin answers the door.

I grab a bottle of water for the refrigerator to help cool me down before walking back into the living room, where Torin is busy instructing the movers on where to unload our boxes.

He stops talking and looks at me. His expression seems to say are we good?

I shrug, not knowing how to respond. This situation is fucked up—triplet brothers lusting after the same woman.

"Everything has been unloaded. Do you need anything else?" The moving man asks Torin.

"No, we're good." Torin hands each of the movers some cash and thanks them for their service before walking them out.

His calm demeaner does nothing for my anxiety. Some might call it ADHD, but I've never been officially diagnosed with it.

I've always thought of my brothers and me as parts of a puzzle, each of us having different characteristics to create a whole person. Torin has steady, calm energy, Talen has strong, quiet energy, and I have anxious, over-the-top energy. When I'm around Britt, she balances out my anxiety, making me feel like I can breathe. Not being around her for almost two years has been suffocating.

That energy sends me bounding up the stairs into my bedroom; needing a distraction from my thoughts, I begin to unpack the boxes the movers left in my room. I pull out hockey trophy after hockey trophy. I scan my bedroom, deciding where to put them, when my eyes stray to the closed closet door, where I hid the box of Britt's vibrators I confiscated from her earlier. There's no way in hell I'm letting her use any of those when there are three fully functioning real cocks ready and willing to be used by her.

Thankfully I was able to control my response to seeing so many vibrators in one box. I was just messing around with Britt when I opened the box marked bathroom. I didn't intend to completely lift the flaps up until I saw the panicked look on Britt's face. It was fun to watch Britt silently squirm, imagining she was embarrassed because I might see some tampons or other female hygiene products. But as soon as I saw the plastic dildos staring back at me, I had to fight the urge to lift them to my nose to see if they carried her sweet scent. One, I didn't have enough to savor the night we were together.

The memory hits me hard, like it always does. The way she rode my cock that night, I've never felt anything like it before. I don't know if it was her frantic moves that had my dick coming faster and harder than ever before or the innocence in her eyes hooded beneath that mask. Either way, she is going to be ours as soon as Torin pulls his head out of his ass and lets us claim her.