Triplets Make Five

I stood my ground. “Oh, silly me. I thought I was helping your brother with something he needed to be done for the wedding.”

“Will you knock that off?” she growled. “Stop being so all-fired helpful, and stop acting like you’re not doing this to get close to me because I know you are. You’re trying to get this thing started up again when I don’t want it to. There. I said it. Are you happy now?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What is wrong with you, Victoria? Did I just imagine that we had the best sex of our lives in that room? Can you really blame me for trying to get this thing started up again? Why are you getting so nasty toward me all of a sudden?”

She ran her hands through her hair. “Forget it. We’re not starting up again, and we’re not doing it again, and I’m not going to the tasting with you tomorrow. So, get that through your head.”

She spun away and marched off down the hall. I didn’t try to follow her. My head still buzzed from exploding all over her in that closet. I couldn’t stop watching her ass jump right and left when she walked away. She was, without doubt, the sexiest, most mind-blowing woman I ever met. I could just imagine sliding my hand up that dress and feeling the wetness in between her swollen lips. Mmm. Yes. I would lick her clean and make her cry out all over again.

No matter what she said, I would never stop trying to get her in the sack again. I would do anything to have her again. I didn’t believe her, either. She wanted to do it again. For some reason, she didn’t want to want it, but when the chips came down, she would want to. She would give herself to me again. She would wrap herself around me and scream in my ear. She would pull my hair and bounce on my lap.

Her eyes hovered before my mind. That erotic shine burned into my soul right before she collapsed into my embrace. Her fingernails raked up my back, and she sucked her breath between her teeth when I touched her.

Christ, she was so smoking hot! My cock still twitched from the sensation of her muscles throbbing and pulsing down my shaft when she orgasmed all over me. Sweet Jesus, that woman could make me blow right now, just thinking about her.

Charlie came back, and I snapped out of my daydream. I couldn’t let him know I just did his sister in the closet. He wanted my expert consultation on some other emergency detail of the wedding plans—like I ever got married before.

I let him lead me back to the living room, and I never left it again. I didn’t go hunting Victoria. I already had her, and I would have her again in good time. I never knew if she was still in the house.

I gave Charlie my undivided attention. I made jokes to entertain the other groomsmen, and I used all my business acumen to help him solve whatever logistical hiccups came up for the rest of the night. I made myself the best best friend a guy ever had. That was the least I owed him.

8

Victoria

My eyes widened when the gleaming silver Porsche pulled up in front of my house with the top down, but I did my best to hide my surprise. I slid into the microscopic passenger seat and tugged my skirt down as far as it would go.

I gave myself a mental jab for choosing a miniskirt for this trip. I should have known Brady would show up in a flashy little roadster like this and I’d be sitting next to him bare-legged all the way to the wedding venue.

I happened to glance over to catch him staring at my legs. The color flashed over his cheeks. I tried to cover my legs with my hands, but of course, it did no good. His eyes crept up my thigh to my skirt hem, and just a little higher. I didn’t have to guess what he was thinking about.

I smacked my lips and turned away. “Just drive, okay? Let’s not make this anymore unpleasant than it has to be.”

“This? Unpleasant?” He threw the car into first gear. “Sitting next to you dressed like that could never be unpleasant, no matter what you say.”

He roared onto the street and hit the highway. I crossed my arms over my chest and refused to look at him. Why did he have to go and volunteer for this tasting? I couldn’t believe I let myself fall for him again. Well, I wouldn’t let it happen again. I would get through this weekend without letting him anywhere near my skirt, and I never had to see him again as long as I lived.

I couldn’t help admitting the truth, though. He offered to help Charlie. I couldn’t exactly argue with that. I could think of worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than driving down the freeway in this car, too. Where did he get the money to afford it?

I really didn’t know anything about his life, but if this was the kind of car he drove, he must be doing pretty well for himself. I couldn’t stop myself glancing over at him. He didn’t notice. He kept both hands clenched around the steering wheel,

and the wind tossed his hair into his eyes. He squinted into the sun while he dodged in and out of traffic.

The car hugged the blacktop. Car and driver fused into one living, breathing driving machine. He must have driven this car a lot to get that good at it. In no time at all, he pulled up in front of the venue. He parked all the way at the back of the parking lot where no one would notice the car.

He jumped out and pulled my door open before I got my seatbelt off. “After you, Madam.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t think you’re going to turn into my date. You gave me a ride to help out Charlie—nothing else.”

His eyes skated down to my clothes. “Are you sure? You don’t want me to hustle you into the bushes right now and see what kind of panties you’re wearing under that skirt?”

What could I say to a comment like that? He was out of his mind. I turned and walked away, but he hurried to catch up with me. “Let me escort you, Miss Victoria. It isn’t seemly for young ladies to arrive unattended at these functions.”

“Shut up,” I snapped.

He only laughed. Once inside, the crowd offered some protection. Everyone wanted to talk to him, and he held court with the best of them. Somehow, no matter where I went to get away from him, he always managed to reappear at my elbow.

Waiters circulated with trays of food and glasses of champagne. The bubbly flowed, and I decided to drown my sorrows. If I couldn’t get away from him, at least I could enjoy myself. Charlie and Sam came over, and the three men started talking about the bachelor party.