Shoving the depressing thoughts away, I clench his shirt in my fist, not ready for him to pull away. “Not like I could exactly walk into town and ask for directions. And the one map I managed to get my hands on was stained and ripped, plus I didn’t know where I was on it anyway. Cut me some slack.”
He kisses me again, harder this time and pressing me back against the wall. Every solid muscle, every hard ridge rubs against me in a delicious way as his chest rumbles, striving to get closer despite the tension coiled in his body warning me that he’s holding back, close to tearing himself away. “You shouldn’t have left in the first place.”
My chest hitches, voice coming out breathless. “Then convince me you want me to stay.”
He captures my lips in a fierce bid of determination, control snapping. One hand cups the side of my neck, keeping me in place, and the other starts to trail down the side of my body. He dips a finger under the waistband of my jeans, tracing a path from my hip over my lower stomach. When he flicks open the button, I involuntarily freeze. He notices instantly, dropping his hand and starts to pull away.
Capturing his wrist, I clench my jaw and meet his eye in the dim lighting. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Because fuck, I want some good memories to counteract the bad ones. Iwantthis, want him; it just might take some work to get there.
Hesitantly, he slides his palm over me, bare beneath my jeans, until his fingers brush against my clit. I nip his lip, trying to get him out of his own head as much as I am. He hisses in a sharp breath, circling and rubbing faster until we’re both breathing heavily.
I palm him over his jeans, eliciting a groan as I start stroking him through that barrier. Heat pools in my belly and I whimper, the sound promptly swallowed as he recaptures my lips. He slides a single digit into my slick heat, then works in another, and it’s just enough to thrust me over that edge quickly. His hips jerk, making it clear he came right alongside me and I smile softly, rolling my hips to try and draw things out before we’re forced back to reality.
There’s pounding on the door a minute later, but Kaiden doesn’t move yet, resting his forehead against mine and hooking his fingers to pull me impossibly closer, chest heaving.
“Fuck,” I whisper on a groan, squirming and writhing under his attention.
For jeans wet with cum, he looks incredibly serious, despite how relaxed his muscles are now. His fingers brush against my hypersensitive nerves as he withdraws his hand, settling his palm possessively on my hip.
“I want you to stay.” He speaks with absolute conviction, leaving no room for debate.
Swallowing, I try to clear my post-orgasm hazed mind before I open my mouth so I don’t sound like an idiot. “Then you’ve got yourself a basement monster.”
What iswrongwith me? Jesus.
He smirks, but it promptly turns into a scowl as the pounding on the door intensifies. “Kaid! Open the goddamn door,” Kinsley barks.
Cursing, Kaiden waits until I’ve fastened my jeans before unlocking it, Kahl and Kinsley looking strained. “What’s wrong?” he demands, instantly defensive again. “Who was it?”
There’s an awkward beat of silence where Kinsley scratches the back of his head, refusing to look at us, and Kahl scrubs a hand down his face before the eldest triplet takes point, clearing his throat. “We might, uh, need to all get on the same page about something.”
“Just spit it out, Kahl.” Kaiden crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe now that it’s clear there’s no immediate danger.
Kahl clears his throat, eyes flicking to me and away quickly as I start scratching at my arm nervously, wishing he’d just hurry up and put me out of my misery.
Kinsley must agree because he blurts out, “We’re more connected than we realized, or it’s solidifying more now that Saige is back. Three halves of a whole dick.”
I blink. “That’s not how math works.”
He shamelessly adjusts himself, drawing attention to the dark stain on his pants. “And just because we’re triplets doesn’t mean we should get our rocks off in tandem, yet here we are.”
A laugh bubbles out of my throat that I can’t contain and before I know it, I’m gasping for air, stomach hurting in a way I’m unaccustomed to, but definitely could get used to. “I’m-” another breath between laughs, aware now that I was having the pheromone issue without realizing it, too distracted by Kaiden “-sorry.” I snort, struggling to actually carry on a coherent sentence.
They cave, giving each other a hard time, which just sets off another fit of laughter when I point it out. It’s cathartic in a way nothing else has been up until now and things feel just a little less impossible. They change and we end up in the living room, needing to start coming up with an actual plan.
Sitting on the couch between Kahl and Kinsley, I relax into their touch, neither of them keeping their distance like before. Us all bonding over a community orgasm changed the tone, helping to pull down the walls we’d all built up and the self-doubt. If I stop obsessing and just let myselffeel,give into whatever instincts are flaring to life, things could be so much simpler. And I want that, so freaking much. Comfortable.Happy.So damn it, I’m going to try to just let go for once.
I lean against Kahl’s shoulder as we start talking, forcing myself to shut off my paranoid anxiety and just relax into the comfort their presence provides. He momentarily stiffens before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulls me further into his side. Kinsley starts toying with my hair and Kaiden sits across from us, looking intrigued, scanning my face for any sign of discomfort, yet finding none.
“Okay,” he starts, strumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. “Let’s just get all of this awkward shit out of the way as fast as possible so we can move on. I for one haven’t had any spontaneous spurts the last year. You guys?”
There’s a mumble of ‘no’s across the board, and then I toss out there just to set them at ease. “Just the pheromone thing, I wouldn’t stress it too much. It’s just me being defective.” I shrug, not actually upset.
“You’re not defective,” Kinsley spits out. “Stop talking about yourself like that.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, unable to stop myself. “Or maybe whatever weird bond you guys put into place has a few kinks in it.”
