Chapter 34

Winnie

T he campfire might be dimming, but the fire that burns in all three of my triplets’ eyes is enough to keep me warm all night. I grin at their enthusiastic response to my desires.

Still, I’m nervous. And I know why…

Chewing my lip, I look at Diesel. “First, um… Diesel… Can I talk to you for a minute?”

I gesture back in the direction of the trees where Axel and I had just been.

“Why, yes, Miss Wainwright,” Diesel rakes a hand through his hair, “I’ll gladly let you pull me behind a tree any day of the week.”

He lopes over and I pull myself away from Axel to take Diesel’s hand. I give Axel a smile. He responds with a wink.

Poor Cruz pouts again as he watches us walk away .

But I blow him a kiss and call out, “Don’t worry. You’ll get plenty of my time tonight, Cruzie.”

My promise gets me a genuine grin, complete with dimples.

Once we’re around the tree, I back Diesel up against it and stand in front of him, shifting from foot to foot.

“I need to clear the air with you,” I say. “When you told me you were in love with me–”

“Shit, Win.” He winces. “Can we pretend that didn’t happen? It was the first time I’ve ever told a woman I’m in love with her, and I obviously did it wrong, and… fuck a duck, I probably just made it worse, maybe.”

What’s that feeling in my chest? My heart growing bigger? Seeing such a big, strong, tatted man being so sweetly vulnerable and awkward makes me swoooooooooooon.

“I’ve never been in love with anyone else, though, Peach,” he clarifies, and his blue eyes are an ocean of sincerity. “It’s only ever been you.”

I cannot put into words how much I don’t want to hurt this man. But Goldie was right. I can’t choose based on who loves me the most or who I think I should choose. I have to follow my blasted heart.

“Deez.” I squeeze his fingers in my hands. “I need you to understand why I didn’t say it back. It’s not because I don’t feel the same way.” I take a deep breath and summon all my bravery. “I am very much in love with you. But I’m very much in love with all of you.”

I say it in a rush so the first part doesn’t sink in before I can get the second part out. “I didn’t want to tell you that your feelings are whole-heartedly reciprocated because I didn’t want you to think that…well…”

“That it means you’re going to choose me,” he finishes for me, matter-of-fact. Whatever he’s feeling, he’s keeping it well-concealed. “I get it, Win. We should probably get back before—”

“I’m not done,” I tell him. “I am nowhere near ready to make a final choice yet. But Diesel,” I take another deep breath, hoping to inhale some courage with the fresh night air, “I do choose you to be the man I want to–well, to use your own words–spread these sweet cheeks and go where no man has gone before.” I touch my butt, in case he doesn’t remember. Bite my lip and add, in case I’m still not clear. “Um. Tonight. If you want.”

He stares at me for what feels like forever, and then he whispers, “Holy shit, please merciful Lord, don’t let me be hallucinating right now.”

I laugh. “I am not really up to date on how the whole prayer thing works but I’m not sure asking to be blessed with ass sex probably isn’t, you know, kosher. But you’re not hallucinating and Axel has lube.” And I say again, “If you want.”

“I want. Oh, I want. Christ on a cracker do I want to claim your gorgeous ass tonight, Winnie Wainwright.”

I laugh and Diesel laughs, too, grinning as giddily as me.

“So that’s a yes.”

“It’s a fuck-yes. Shall we go to the tent now?”

I want to do that so much my whole body quivers at the thought. But the memory of Cruz’s face as he watched his brothers go behind the tree with me has me thinking it’s only fair if I pull him over here, too.

“One more thing first… can you send Cruz over here?”

Diesel lopes off, and a minute later Cruz and I are alone behind the tree.

He smiles at me curiously as I put my hands on his shoulder and rise up on my toes to drop a kiss on his lips.

“To be honest,” I say, “I pulled them over here because I had confessions to make. Like, with Axel, I confessed that I secretly crave all three of you. With Diesel, I confessed that I’m hoping he’ll be the one to…”

I break off, blushing.

Cruz’s eyes twinkle as he says, “You’re hoping he’ll be the one to claim your sweet ass?”

As I nod, he scoops me up by my butt so that our mouths are in line, and pulls me against him in a kiss.

In only his boxers, I can feel he’s rock solid, and I push myself closer, kiss him deeper.

“So tell me, then. Where do you want my cock, darlin’?” he says against my lips.

“In my mouth Cruzie,” I whisper.

I look up at him, into fathomless blue eyes, and add, “Because, well, I suppose I have a secret confession for you after all.”

His brows rise. “Yeah?”

I nod and then tell him about the How I Lose My Virginity to Cruz Hammer fantasy that I’ve fantasized about for years. About his bungee cords tying my wrists up to the door frame and his hands on my hips as I bounce on his cock… “So you see, if you claim my mouth tonight, maybe another night we can…”

His mouth swallows up the last of my words as he kisses me again. And then, before I can say another word, he scoops me up and we are on our way across the campsite, and toward the entrance to the tent.

Diesel is pouring water over the campfire to put it out. Smoke is billowing around him as it sizzles, giving him the appearance of a mighty god.

Axel is nowhere to be found when I search the campsite, but the tent flaps, which were rolled and pinned up, have now been closed.

As Cruz brings me into the tent, I catch sight of Axel and my heart squeezes. He’s still fully dressed, but his shirt has been unbuttoned and the glow from the warm white fairy lights gives his chiseled chest a golden glow. He’s placing water bottles, towels, and a bottle of lube beside the bed.

He’s getting us ready for sex. The thought sends my lustful thoughts into a frenzy. I have to cross my legs when Cruz places me on the edge of the bed. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

The bed itself is a colossal mattress, adorned with layers of sumptuous blankets, and piled high with plump pillows. I run my fingers over the silky sheets and close my eyes, imagining my boys naked in the bed beside me, their hard bodies against the silky fabric.

The mattress shifts as Cruz sits beside me and begins kissing me again. His mouth is soft and I sink into him, trying not to feel nervous, especially when the bed dips on the other side of me, and I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s Diesel. When I pull back from Cruz and turn my face toward him, Diesel captures my mouth with his, tasting of wood smoke and chocolate.

Diesel cups my face, Cruz’s twists my hair so he can move it aside and kiss my neck. And then I’m being ripped away from them both, abruptly.

Opening my eyes, I blink, dazed, as Axel swoops in and pulls me to a stand. I’m already growing breathless and this has only begun. Then he’s kissing me, too, and Diesel and Cruz move in around me. Axel in front, Cruz and Diesel at my sides.

When the three of them each have their mouths on me, and three sets of hands roam my body, the pleasure that rockets through me feels so good that I moan and writhe. I feel so incredibly sexy with each one of their touches.

But you felt sexy on the dance floor, too, when the photograph was taken. Look how THAT turned out? I hear in my head.

A knife of ice trails along my spine and I stop kissing Axel, momentarily freaked. He doesn’t seem to notice. His lips work down my neck.

I glance to one side, at Cruz. His gaze is in the direction of my stomach as his hand skims my side.

Diesel’s eyes are closed and he’s making just about the hottest face of ecstasy as his mouth hovers close to my nipple.

Then Cruz’s mouth roves down to nuzzle my belly and his eyes are actually open as my body quivers under his lips.

I jump away from all of them. “I’m not sure I can do this, actually. Maybe in the dark– ”

“Fuck no!” Cruz says. “What if Easy Deezy pokes the wrong hole? Light on.”

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

When it comes to them exploring all of me with the lights off, I have no worries. I can only feel it, enjoy it, yearn to have my boys take me in every possible way they can. It’s shocking how the only anxiety I have is about how I’ll look to them. The photograph of me dancing with Theo and Leo haunts me every time I think about losing control and having fun, letting my face show my ecstasy.

My stomach twists as a wave of nausea fills me.

“What’s really wrong, darlin’?” Cruz asks. “Are we that ugly?”

My eyes fill with tears, even as I start to laugh. “The opposite. That’s what makes this so hard.”

I’m not sure how I do it, but I manage to explain my thoughts about myself, about the photograph. About how they’ll see me.

It’s Axel who says he has the perfect solution. He produces the blindfold and waves it in front of me.

“But there’s one blindfold and three of you–” I point out.

“It’s for you, Win,” Axel says.

I raise a brow. “But you’ll still see me.”

“And thank fuck for that,” Diesel says as he closes the space between us again, and slips his hand under my shirt.

“Diesel! I’m serious!”

“I’m serious, too. You think I’m gonna be looking at my brothers? ”

They all laugh while making faces of disgust.

“No,” Diesel continues. “The sight of your body puts me in a drugged-up high, Winnie Wainwright, and I want to see myself inside you. I want to see your thighs wrapping around me, and your pussy stretching around me.” His tongue grazes my ear. “Your mouth and your ass, each welcoming me in as I fuck you. I want to see all of you, Peach. And when it’s your turn to do any of those things with my brothers, tonight, I hope to watch your face, or hear your cries, and know my girl is being fully satisfied.”

Diesel growls, then. Actually growls and I grow even wetter.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Axel says. “We are all desperate to strip you down and hear the pretty sounds you make when you feel so good.”

Cruz snatches the blindfold from Axel and waves it toward me as he smirks. “Bet you can’t guess whose cock belongs to who, like you can with our mouths.”

I roll my eyes. “I definitely can,” I say with confidence.

“Prove it, then, darlin’.”

His challenging smirk is adorable, and the twinkle in his eyes is slowly melting the icicle of anxiety spearing my body.

Diesel and Axel smirk, too, as they wait for my reply. I roll my eyes again. I can give them something to smirk about…

“First,” I say, “You have to let me undress each of you down to nothing.”

“Fine,” Diesel says as he steps forward, and pulls me into his arms. “But we’ll be undressing you, too. And you’ll be blindfolded. ”

Before I can say another word, Diesel kisses me deeply on the mouth. As he does, Cruz ties the blindfold around my head again.

The three of them immediately resume kissing me, but this time they’re peeling off my clothes as they do, and kissing every swath of my skin they expose. My shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my knees, and right down to my ankles get attention from their talented lips.

I follow their lead as I strip them naked, using my hands and mouth to guide me. I kiss Axel’s pecs as I peel off his shirt. I lick Cruz’s abs and then a line down to the tops of his thighs as I slide his pants and then his boxers down.

His cock springs free, and I grab it. Imprint the feel of him into my memory before he moves away and I’m being undressed some more. My bra is pulled off and they each take turns kissing my nipples.

Axel’s boxers come down next and last is Diesel. I touch each of them but only long enough to make them moan once before Diesel’s saying, “Ready, Win?”

“I think you forgot my panties,” I murmur against his mouth when he returns to kiss my lips again.

“Mm-hmm,” he whispers back, huskily. “Let’s leave those on for now.”

The three of them guide me to my knees and I realize I’m shaking. Not from nerves, but anticipation.

It’s Axel who goes first. Like with the kiss, I guess the moment his cock brushes against my lips, but I carry on as long as possible. Without my sight, I am one hundred percent focused on the feel of him, the taste of him. I love it. When I have to stop sucking him and guess, he kneels before me and kisses me hard and tells me I’m amazing.

As I go through the same with Cruz, my pussy begins to throb, desperate to be touched as well.

Luckily they don’t try to trick me. It’s Diesel who goes last, and his cock is rock hard. I swipe up a drop of pre-cum from the tip with my tongue. He groans, and I’m going to take him in my mouth when he pulls his cock away and holds my face in his hands.

“Diesel,” I say with a whine. “ Please .”

“Glad you know it’s me,” he says, “but uh-unh . This erection is for one place, Peach, and it’s not those pretty lips of yours.”

My stomach flips over and I rip the blindfold off my eyes.

A shudder of lust passes through me when I see that his eyes are as passion-filled as his voice.

“I’m ready,” I whisper. “Tell me what to do.”