With that grim thought firmly in mind, Remy squared her shoulders and set off to find whichever brother awaited her in the arrivals area. She wasn’t sure which one she’d prefer to see, since seeing one of them was the same as seeing all of them in some ways. With their wavy, dirty blond hair, warm blue eyes, and slow smiles, the triplets looked identical to people who didn’t know them. Remy didn’t think they looked alike beyond a familial resemblance since she’d spent so much time with them over the years.
Former Navy SEALs, the triplets had formed an elite team with Remy, and the four of them had gelled really well. They’d worked together on all kinds of ops—gathering intel, extractions, even the occasional assassination. Remy was sure part of the reason the triplets didn’t look identical to her was because she knew where each of them sported scars. Hell, she’d been there when lots of those scars had been created.
Drake Grantham was the oldest of the triplets, and his age was a fact he didn’t hesitate to throw in his brothers’ faces when they didn’t like a call he made. His extra two minutes on his brothers seemed to make him the alpha of their little team, and he took his role seriously. He made all tactical calls, and he was the strategist whose lead they followed when they were working a job. Remy’s mind wandered, thinking about Drake’s heavily muscled body, his six-foot-five frame that managed to make even her feel delicate and feminine, and his slow, knowing smile. God, when Drake smiled at her like that, it was like he knew—he knew—all about the things she tried to keep secret. Remy had to work hard to disguise her body’s reaction to him because each and every time he touched her, including during strenuous training sessions, her pussy wept with the need for him to touch her again.
Remy shook her head as she walked, trying to banish thoughts of Drake touching her. Unfortunately, no sooner had she forced Drake out of her mind than Joss, the middle triplet, took his place.
Joss was fun. That was Remy’s favorite thing about him. Where his brothers were dark and broody, Joss was always up for something lighthearted and silly. He loved playing video games and was a total geek at heart. But when it came to business, Remy thought with a small shiver, Joss was just as serious as his brothers. His areas of expertise were electronics and explosives, and she’d watched him keep his iron control many times when he’d had to defuse bombs or crack codes. She’d watched those big hands of his work delicate wires and couldn’t help thinking to herself about all the things hands like that could do to her body. She pictured his nimble fingers plucking her nipples, teasing her clit...
BEEP!
Remy jumped aside just as an airport transport rolled by her, carrying people to their departure gates. Damn, I better get this under control. She’d never hear the end of it if she got injured because she was busy fantasizing about her teammates and their skills—their skills on the job or in bed. She began walking again, but before she’d taken ten steps, her mind wandered over to the third triplet, Knox.
Knox was badass. There was no other way for her to think about him. Sure, his brothers weren’t exactly made of peaches and cream, but Knox took it to a whole new level. Remy knew he could have his pick of any girl he wanted whenever he walked into a room and smiled his—as Remy liked to think of it—shit-eating grin. When he smiled that smile, like a wicked, horny Cheshire cat, there was no female who could resist. Look up “panty-creamer” in the dictionary, Remy thought wryly to herself, and a picture of Knox Grantham would be looking back at you, smiling that shit-eating grin and making your panties wet.
Knox was the weapons expert among them, and his proficiency as a Marine sniper was legendary. Remy also bet his patience would pay off in the bedroom. She’d seen Knox spend hours sitting on a perch, waiting for the perfect moment to take a shot. He never got sidetracked, never showed signs of fatigue or discomfort. Remy could only imagine what it would be like, having all that attention focused on her. He could probably gauge her reactions better than she could, and she bet he’d push her limits...
Her fantasy was cut short as she became aware of some sort of scuffle up ahead of her. She’d made it almost to where families and friends stood, waiting to welcome loved ones home. She craned her neck—sometimes being tall had its perks—and could see a multi-suitcase pileup ahead of her. Three women were scurrying around the pile, gathering up their belongings. All of them were blushing furiously, casting glances in the same direction into the crowd.
Remy only knew one reason grown women would have been so oblivious to their surroundings they’d have walked right into one another. She smiled as she watched Knox come to the rescue of the women, righting their suitcases and handing them back. Her eyebrows lifted in the next moment, though, as she watched Drake hand a purse back to one of the women. The woman was so stunned she stood, mouth open, looking back and forth between the identical hotties. Drake hooked the strap of the purse gently over the woman’s arm since she seemed incapable of anything other than goggling.
A piercing whistle sounded, and someone called out, “Say cheese!”
Remy watched, astonished, as Joss stepped forward and took a photo of his brothers and the dazed women they were helping. He was grinning viciously, watching his brothers try to hand everything back.
They’re here. All three of them are here.
She swallowed, squashed the floaty feeling she got whenever she was in their presence, acknowledged and disregarded the warm wetness she could feel pooling between her legs, and set off to meet the triplets.
Chapter 2
Joss Grantham watched his brothers as they set the women in the airport to rights, handing back luggage and trying to extricate themselves with a minimum of fuss. Joss snickered at his brothers’ obvious frustration. He couldn’t resist taking one more photo, even though they’d probably try to kick his ass afterward, but it would be worth it when he showed the photos to Remy.
Remy.
Joss’s laughter stopped when he thought about her. He’d missed her while she’d been gone on her girls’ trip, and damn if he hadn’t been pissed every time he thought about what she’d been up to. They all had, imagining her getting picked up in a bar by some asshole.
He’d talked to his brothers yet again about their gorgeous teammate. It seemed they had that conversation every time she left the house, and damn if it didn’t end the same way each and every time. One of them would say something about her, something totally innocent—or totally raunchy, if Joss was honest with himself—about how hot she was, and then it would be on. They’d each brood over the things they wanted to do to her, and when one of them suggested maybe it was time to see how she felt about playing with them, somebody—somebody named Drake, usually—would get on his high horse about how a woman like Remy wasn’t the hot little pervert they needed. Drake would remind his brothers what they wanted to do to Remy in bed was illegal in some places, although Joss was almost sure she’d love it, and it would be so far out of her comfort zone they were almost guaranteed to send her screaming in the other direction.
Or, if they were really unlucky, she’d probably kick their asses. None of them would lay a hand on her, at least, not like that, so she’d be able to beat them bloody before they had her contained. She was a fearsome adversary, and as much as Joss wanted to turn all that fire and passion into sweet submission that had her whimpering and begging for cock, the odds of it happening were trumped by the odds of Remy calling them freaks and walking away from them. Since that was the last thing they wanted, they had forced themselves to act as though they didn’t want to fuck her into next week.
If Joss was honest with himself, what he wanted from Remy didn’t end with sex. Sure, sex was a huge part of it. He’d been dying to see those pouty lips wrapped around his cock for as long as he’d known Remy. But what he wanted lately seemed to be a tad more complicated and a lot more long-term. He knew his brothers felt the same. They’d already traveled the world with Remy, knew she preferred the pizza in Naples to the pizza in Rome. They knew she always begged Drake for a sid
e trip in Paris to go buy bakeware. They also knew she loved the sushi in Okinawa but not in Tokyo, and knew she hated spiders everywhere. Joss was willing to bet Remy could be persuaded to see things his way—their way—if only his brothers and he could be brave enough to give it a shot. He made a mental note to discuss it with Drake and Knox as soon as he had a chance and vowed his fists would have their say if his brothers didn’t feel like listening.
Joss stopped daydreaming the instant her scent hit him. He knew it was Remy before he could even see her. The intoxicating perfume she wore smelled like grapefruit, and it never failed to make his gut clench. He’d hated grapefruit until he met Remy. Now though, it made his mouth water. The combination of sweet with a little edge made him want to find every grapefruit-scented spot on her gorgeous body and lick it off. He could feel his cock getting hard just thinking about it. He imagined her spread for his pleasure, moaning as he licked his way through her sweet spots...
“Hey!” Remy snapped her fingers. “What on earth are you thinking about that’s got you so preoccupied?”
Joss shook his head to clear it, flushing slightly as he realized she must have been standing in front of him for a few moments without him even noticing. He noticed his brothers standing on either side of her. Knox was clearly doing his best not to laugh and Drake was glaring a hole into his head.
“Well?” asked Remy, pushing her lip out into a pout with difficulty since she was struggling to keep her giggles from bubbling forth. Her eyes were twinkling. “Do I get a hug or what?”
Joss didn’t think twice and enveloped her in his arms. He leaned down and rubbed his cheek gently against the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Welcome home, baby. We missed you.”
* * * *
Remy punched Joss lightly on his muscular arm. “Now that’s more like it!” She beamed, running her fingers through her long hair, still feeling his warm breath on her scalp and not quite comfortable with the way it made her heart do a little dance. “I was beginning to think your skull finally got one too many knocks you didn’t recognize me! Mind you”—she grinned maliciously, tossing her head and rolling her eyes in the direction the women had taken once they’d regained their luggage and their dignity—“I just assumed you were daydreaming about your new harem.”
Knox groaned. “If only that were true.”
Remy raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Her blood boiled thinking about the women who would undoubtedly welcome the brothers, any of them or all of them, with open arms. And open legs.
Knox grinned at her. “Come on, sweets, you know that’s not true.” He hooked an arm around her shoulders, hauling her so close to his side she lost her balance. “Besides,” he whispered, pointing at his brothers, his lips so close to her ear she felt a delicious shiver run through her, “these two are hideous! What woman in her right mind would want either of them?”
Remy giggled, shaking her head at him. The last word she’d use to describe the triplets was “ugly.” And since they were identical, Knox’s insult backfired almost immediately.
“Ugly? Looked in the mirror lately, dumbass?” Joss grinned at his brother. “If we’re ugly, what are you?”
“I obviously got all the looks in the family.” Knox actually seemed prissy for a moment, causing Remy’s giggles to swell into full-blown laughter. Knox smiled at her and winked. “I take better care of myself than you two. I look younger.”
Joss threw his hands up in the air, conceding defeat, but with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You are the baby of the three of us. If you want to play that up, feel free. But don’t expect me to pretend you don’t use Remy’s moisturizer.”
Remy howled with laughter, holding her sides as she pictured big, bad Knox dabbing her night cream onto his face, maybe puckering up as he smoothed the cream across his cheeks and chin. She looked at Joss, who was grinning at her, and glanced at Drake to see him glowering at Knox. She couldn’t imagine why he was in such a crummy mood, but she shrugged it off anyway. Drake was always on the serious side.
“Come on, boys.” Remy grabbed her purse and carry-on. “I want to go home.”
Before she started to move off toward the exit, Drake reached out and gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Her laughter died in an instant. Drake lifted her chin until her head was tilted back and she was staring up at him.
“I’m glad you’re back.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing her cheek for an instant. He didn’t smile and didn’t offer anything else. He just stood there. He rubbed his thumb over her chin once, causing a million little fireworks to go off in the trail he left. Remy hadn’t ever thought of her chin as an erogenous zone before, but Drake’s fleeting touch left her trembling, wanting him to keep touching her.
She stood silently in his grasp, her mouth slightly open, waiting to see what he’d do next. Her entire body came to attention, and she was conscious of the heavy ache that settled between her legs. Her nipples beaded, and she knew if Drake stepped back the brothers would be able to see them poking at the front of her shirt.
No! Don’t show him!
With that thought firmly in mind, Remy came jolting back to reality. She jerked out of Drake’s hold and used her last ounce of willpower to smile up at him. “I’m glad to be back too!” The words came out too loud, and her smile felt too bright. She turned and started to walk out of the airport, cursing her lack of control. She couldn’t believe she’d had that reaction to all three of them, right in front of one another. She’d almost blown everything! She couldn’t show them she liked what they did to her. She’d risk everything if she did, and she couldn’t bear the thought of any of them being unhappy with her. She wouldn’t risk her work or her friendships with these men, even if it meant being miserably, hopelessly attracted to all three of them without being able to do anything about it.
She sighed inwardly, preparing for the dreams that would surely start again, where she could ignore what was right and what was wrong and simply do what felt good. True, she’d wake up alone with her nipples hard and her pussy drenched with no relief in sight, but she couldn’t ask for more than that. This was how things had to stay.
By this time they’d reached Joss’s Escalade, and Remy piled into the backseat with Knox while the other two put her luggage into the back. Drake hadn’t looked at her since she’d turned away from him and Joss was busy maneuvering the big SUV out of the parking lot, so there was an awful lot of silence happening. Rather than being uncomfortable with it, Remy found herself starting to doze. She felt her head bob a couple of times as they moved out into traffic, and she jerked awake, only to feel her head sag once more.
“Here, sweets.” Knox unbuckled her belt and moved her closer to him, buckling her into the middle belt instead. “Sleep on me.” He wrapped an arm around her and slouched down, letting her head rest on his chest.
Remy knew she should object, especially because his brothers were right there in the front seat, but it felt too damn good to pass up. She felt her arm lift up around his neck as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3
“Mmmm. Soft, sweet... My favorite kind of treat.” Joss licked the chocolate off his lips, sighing as he took another bite of the baby cake Remy had served him only moments before.
Remy flushed with happiness, loving that she got to watch as the brothers devoured her latest creation with obvious pleasure.
“I love anything with a creamy center,” Joss drawled, licking the tines of his fork.
Remy blushed, this time for a different reason. Her mind went straight to the gutter with each statement the brothers made, and she had to slap herself mentally to quit injecting their innocent sentences with such salacious meaning.
“I’m glad you like them.” Damn. Is that my voice that sounds so breathy? “I think I’ve perfected the recipe.”
Drake looked forlornly at his empty plate. “How come they have to be so small?”
Remy laughed. “They’re called baby cakes,
Drake. They’re supposed to be small.” She scooped another of the little confections onto his plate, pleased when he dug in with gusto. “Not everything can be as huge as you.”
Knox choked on the cake he was eating, and Joss shoveled a big bite of gooey chocolate into his mouth. Drake paused, his fork hovering in midair in front of his open mouth.
Drake’s eyebrow shot up. “As huge as me?”
Remy’s face flamed as she realized how her sentence had come out. “Well, I–I...I mean, you know...these cakes aren’t exactly massive. They’re just supposed to be a dainty mouthful at the end of a meal. Umm, just a little something sweet and decadent at the finish.”
“Keep digging, honey.” Joss’s eyes twinkled as he looked at her. “Careful or we might think you’re trying to make these cakes of yours sound seductive.”
Remy gave up, knowing she was only making it worse. She hadn’t meant to tell Drake how she’d noticed—and liked—how big he was, and she certainly hadn’t meant for her baby cakes to sound so sexual. She ducked her head, gathering the plates and forks into a pile.
Knox caught her hand in his before she could move away, and he sat, stroking the back of her knuckles with his thumb. “Remy, your baby cakes are perfect.”
Remy snorted, sure he was making fun of her, and tried to pry her hand out of his.
Knox raised her hand to his lips, kissing the backs of her fingers. “Honestly, sweets, I’ve never had a baby cake I’ve enjoyed more.”
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