Page 51 of Triplet Tease

“I’ll be back in a minute.” I took onlyone step toward the staircase when Eton grabbed my arm, holding me inplace.

“Wait.”

“What?” I looked at him in alarm, wonderingwhether he’d seen a fast running spider or something. There wasthat sort of urgency in the moment.

There was no giant spider, but he had somethingbig to say.

“I can’t let another minute pass withouttelling you that I wish it were our wedding tomorrow. I wish the lawallowed three men to marry you. And I wanted you to know that’s howstrong my feelings are for you. I love you, Siena.” He loosened hisgrip.

“And this couldn’t have waited until I’dbrushed my hair?” I made light of it even though my heart swelledand pumped faster to manage all the love in there.

“Siena.” Harry shifted his weight from footto foot, restlessly. “I’d have let you brush your hair first, butI can see why he’s telling you now. Eton’s the spokesman for usall, as usual. We all think the same, and we all want you to know howmuch we love you.”

I started to fiddle with my hair — it wassomething I knew I did when I was nervous, or confused, or unsure.Actually, it was something I did when in any sort of doubt. “Whytell me now?”

Harrytook just one step closer to me. “I knew it from the start. As soonas I met you, I knew I’d fall in love with you, and I guess it tookabout two days to confirm my first thought was right. But the reasonhe’s telling you now is we want you to know we’re all seriousabout it. About us. It’s easy to make declarations of love whilehaving sex or when you’re on a vacation, or drunk. But right now,we’re all sober, and so we just want you to be one hundred percentsure where you figure in our hearts.”

“You all planned this?” I looked at eachone of them in the face, in turn, and shook my head as I turned totake a few steps toward the stairs. They’d taken me by surprise.

If they’d declared their love when we were inbed, I would have put it down to lust; he was right. Making adeclaration at exactly the wrong time, completely out of the blue,made me think it was genuine. And they’d discussed this and plannedit between them.

Before raising my foot onto the bottom step, Iglanced back at them and said, “I love all of you too, but I justwant you three to know, I see you as separate people even if you dotend to gang up and work together as if you were three parts of onewhole entity.”

Eton exploded with laughter. “You’re sofunny, Siena, and that’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Finn also wore a big grin on his face. “Nowthat’s done, party time?” He started wiggling his hips. “Youwant to bring that hairbrush down and lip-sync into it, feel free.”

I’d worked almost every day since arriving inNew York to get on top of my debts; at last this was our chance tolet our hair down and party without worrying about a hangover orgetting up early for work the next day. It was a special time for usas well as for our parents.

“I’m going to freshen up,” I said andwent upstairs on my own.

My heart felt full to bursting with love andhappiness.

After putting the past behind me, I appreciatedhow lucky I was to have these guys in my life.

Ismiled at the sound of the clinking of bottles and the guyschattering and laughing.Myguyslaughing and chattering and waiting for me to join them.

Pinch me. This is real.

Thenthemusic became louder.

Living with the triplets in New York had turnedout to be great. It proved we got along well even when there was thereality of daily work to be done. But we were about to start our bignew adventure. In a few days, we’d fly out to the other side of theworld.

I hadn’t planned what I was about to do afterbrushing my hair and washing my hands. It was entirely impromptu. Themusic rising from downstairs spoke to me when it hit a bump and grindgroove, and I started dancing while up in the bedroom.

Still swinging my hips, I took a few steps downthe spiral staircase and stopped there where I could see all my threeboys swaying to the beat with their beer bottles in hand.

I danced where I was, midway up the stairs likeit was my stage or podium.

Within seconds they noticed me. They continuedto dance, but I had their attention.

While swinging my hips from side to side in bigexaggerated movements, sensually, I stroked my hands down my body,emphasizing the curve of my boobs as I did so.

The guys could read my mind, I was sure, and Icould see what they were thinking, too. Those slight tells when a guylicks his lips, his eyes go wide, and his hand slips to his crotch. Isaw all of those responses as my dancing became more provocative.

I slipped out of my dress and leaned over therailing to give the very best display of my ample cleavage.

The guys liked my show, and I enjoyed thereward of seeing their responses.

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