Grant moved away from me like he always did when it came to girls. Not all girls, but the confident type, the ones that acted as if they wanted to be in charge of him, or rather us.
We were the only triplets on campus. Everyone knew us, and on this campus, we were known as the boys you didn’t mess around with unless you wanted your world rocked. We were the guys with too much money, good looks, and the ability to have any girl we wanted. Fuck, we had everything, and we should have been as happy as everyone thought we looked on the outside. But on the inside? Not so much. The inside was a whole different matter.
Music. Drink. Music. Dance. Fuck. That’s what tonight was about, but then I had a feeling tonight was going to be a lot different. My brothers and I did everything together. We were tight like that. We hated the idea of girls not being able to tell us apart, so for the night at least, the color of our hair was always a different shade.
Fuck, it really freaked the girls out how identical we were, and sometimes they’d get suspicious. Maybe we’d changed our hair color, just to fool them, they’d think with their eyes narrowed before usually calming down. I had to laugh about that because sometimes we did. At least until Grant got tired of changing his hair color and being questioned. He’d shaved all his hair off so people would know which of us he was. Now he looked as if he was in the army or something.
I knew it was because he wanted out of the game we’d played for so long.
He took after mom a little too much sometimes. He was too fucking sensitive for his own good.
“Shit, Keith, we need to get out of here,” he said as he tugged at my arm.
I knew that he wanted me to keep away from her. I knew precisely who Rachel Richards was. She’d only been on campus for a day and the guys were already talking about her. It was that attitude she had about herself that got their attention. One that made Grant want to stay as far away from her as possible and one that made me want to know her even more.
There was something about a girl with a bad attitude that always got me fucking curious.
“So,” she purred as she walked up to me. Grant tugged on my other arm to leave, but I brushed him off. He didn’t want to stay, but my curiosity got the better of me. For once, I ignored my brother’s desperate need to stay as far away from women like her as possible.
“I heard that you’re lookin
g for some fun tonight,” she whispered in my ear. And then decided to take a little nibble along the edge of it.
Bold.
I’d give her that, she was bold. I leaned back, a smirk in place. I had her in the bag already.
I loved her confidence and the idea of putting her in her place made my smirk a little wider. She wanted it so badly, and I’d be more than happy to oblige if she’d get down on her knees first. My brothers and I had learned a long time ago that she was the type that was all talk and hot air. She craved it, which meant that she would be like a fangirl, ready for it to be some fantasy that she’d dreamed about for decades, but totally unprepared for the reality.
The problem was, she had this thing all wrong. Women never came to us.
It was always the other way around. We chose who we wanted and so far, Grant wasn’t interested in her, which meant that neither was I. But she didn’t need to know that right now. I’d have my fun with her for now and then I’d put her in her place. Hard. Just like she was coming on to me right now, a little too strong.
I kept my composure under tight control, avoided her stare, and avoided the tease of her hot breath on my neck as she moved closer. Our eyes met and I thought it was a shame I’d have to let her down. I’d love to stare down into those eager brown eyes while I fucked her so hard that she screamed my name. Oh well.
“There’s three of us and only one of you. A little one of you, at that. I don’t think that you can handle us.”
I moved away, disinterest my only expression now that I knew Grant wasn’t up for it. I grew bored quickly, and if she thought that breathing down my neck or nibbling on my ear was going to move me, then she had it all wrong. I frowned and looked back at Grant. I felt insulted that she thought that she had a chance with me.
She had no fucking clue who she was messing with.
She didn’t seem fazed a bit by my display. Not a feather was ruffled. Instead, she smiled at me in a way no girl of eighteen should be able to produce.
“I heard that you like all types of girls. Rich girls, poor girls, fat girls, and even thin girls.”
That smile of hers said she knew things, things I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know.
What the fuck?
I shook my head in the negative, a warning that she needed to back off. For some reason, it didn’t deter her a whole lot.
Instead, her tongue traced over her lips and she stepped just a fraction closer, her eyes on mine. “Well, I have a roommate that can fit into one of the categories.”
I raised an eyebrow out of curiosity and could feel that this girl was bad news. I couldn’t deny that held my interest. Even if she didn’t faze Grant at all.
“And I have more friends. Friends that know what they’re doing.” She paused, looked down for a second, and then looked back at me, those brown eyes wide and innocent. “I mean that we could please you all.”
I nodded, thinking that she could please me for all of five seconds, which meant that she was all talk and not enough experience, just like I expected. And the way she said it.
Please?
What the fuck did that mean? Were we in the eighteenth century?
“Keith, are you coming, or what?” Grant poked at my shoulder, his aggravation getting the better of him. He rubbed his shaved head and ignored Rachel. The problem I had was that the sensation of her leg against mine wasn’t something that I could ignore so easily. It was as if she was a cat rubbing against its owner hoping for a treat.