Despite our heart-to-heart after detention, I, of course, was still punished, which meant no phone for a week. I'm glad dad can't crack my password.
I don't want to imagine his reaction if he read the group text with the triplets. I remembered when Forrest gave a graphic recount of our physics class with his hand up my skirt.
I was blushing just thinking about it. I should probably stop thinking about it, about Forrest’s hand touching and teasing me. I bit my bottom lip, clenching my thighs as I lay in my bed, trying to fall asleep.
I glanced to my bedroom door listening for footsteps and watching for shadows. There were none, so dad was still awake in his office or the living room watching tv. I can't believe I'm thinking of doing this. What have these boys done to me?
Turning away from the door, I closed my eyes. I was easily imagining Forrest with that teasing smile on his lips, Elijah with that warmth on his eyes watching me with rapture, an
Damn my brothers, both. All last night I had dreams about Riko. Yes, some were dirty and sexy as hell of me exploring every inch of her body and making her cry out in pleasure. But then I had dreams of a wedding. Riko was walking down the aisle at the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, wearing Nana Hazel’s wedding gown with a bright smile on her face as her eyes landed on me...on us. Which I know isn’t possible. Plural marriage is very much illegal. But her in that dress did things to do. Then came dreams of being at an ob-gyn, crammed in a room with my brothers surrounding her on a table as the ultrasound displayed three healthy babies. I was enraptured at the sight of little limbs moving and the sound of fluttering heartbeats. Then looking at her belly in awe that inside her petite body was a new generation of Frost. Then I was pushing a swing in a backyard, a little dark-haired child giggling while Forrest and Riko chased the other two, and Elijah was at the gri
Phew. I am so glad the brothers didn’t try to fight me about my rules. It isn’t that I don’t like them kissing me or touching me. But I can’t have them doing that here at school. It’s only my third day here, and I’m the center of nasty rumors, and I think every girl in school hates me other than Cassidy. I’d like to minimize the damage from getting worse. When they asked if my rules apply outside of school, I hadn’t answered, and now they think that’s a yes. I hadn’t even considered that I’d see them outside of school. And I rather like the idea of seeing them outside of school. Not that I’m sure how that would work. Dad would probably not approve of me going on any dates. I also still need to look around for an after-school job. But I suppose I’ll have to wait and see how things go. I ignored the looks I got as I walked into homeroom with Darius’ arm around me. Darius let me slide into his desk, which he then tried to move closer to my desk.
This whole no touching and kissing at school rule is going to be difficult. I like getting to kiss Riko. But I'll behave. None of us would do anything to upset her or that she doesn't want. So we just need to find ways to see her outside of school. Of course, that means both my brothers got to set up dates with her this weekend before me. Darius claimed Friday night to take her to dinner, and Forrest snagged Saturday to take her to the movies. But I'll get my turn.
These boys are something else. I had been worried for Elijah when he got hit during Gym Class. However, my worry didn’t stop me from laughing. There’s something so empowering knowing I’m that much a distraction. I didn’t even let Jane bother me with her glares during class. And I got along with the girls I was teamed up with. Maire, Amy, and Aleesha all seemed like nice average girls. They were kind and didn’t seem to care about the rumors about the brothers and me. I watched Elijah walk away and smile as Forrest took my hand. “Let’s go, beautiful,” he grinned, giving me a light tug. I quickly fell into step at his side. “So, how’s your day been going?” he asked. “It’s been rather good,” I answered, thinking about how Brant treated people. “I think Brant getting suspended seemed to quell much of the animosity aimed at me. During Gym Class, Amy Bannister thanked me. I guess Brant used to harass her about her weight and poke her, calling her the ‘Pillsbur
I don’t like this whole one at a time crap. I know why we decided on this. So we could help lessen the number of looks Riko was getting and the rumors going around about her. But it means I don’t get to see her between the end of our shared English class and her Trigonometry class. I miss her. Which that’s strange, right? To miss her this much just because I haven’t seen her in a few hours. I can’t wait for Friday to get here. I’m looking forward to taking her out to dinner and getting time with her outside of school. Then I can finally touch her the way I want to. But for now, I’ll just have to suffer the rest of the school week. I hurried out of my class to get to her trig class. I spotted her as she exited with my added height, her head turning as she looked around. I managed to sneak around her to come up behind her. “Looking for me, sweetheart?” I whispered near her ear. I couldn’t help but laugh as she jumped and hit me softly. “Don’t scare me l
I’ve been putting off telling my dad about my busy weekend plans. But now it’s Friday morning, and I woke up early to catch him before he left for work. My arrival at the kitchen table at 4 am surprised my father, who choked on his coffee as I sat down. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay? Don’t usually see you up this early,” he questioned, taking a cautious sip of his coffee. I smiled softly, trying to hide how nervous I was. Dad’s right; I don’t usually get up this early. Not since I was a little girl and would wake up early to see him before work. I used to hate the mornings I didn’t, and I woke up to my sitter, not him. Looking at him, I notice for the first time how he’s aged. I could see the grey hairs more predominantly and the number of his age lines than before. When did he get old? “Yes, I’m okay,” I assured. “I wanted to talk to you before you go to work,” I explained, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m listening. Yo
“It is never too early or too late for some teasing,” Elijah laughed, his laugh soft. “Especially if it gets you hot and bothered,” Darius joined in the taunting. “Which are you in bed? What are you wearing?” Forrest questioned, and I could picture him smirking. I was glad they couldn’t see me because I was blushing hard. “Answer him, sweetheart,” Darius ordered. Fuck he’s as bossy as I imagined the day, I touched myself thinking of them. “Yes, I’m in bed,” I answered nervously. I hear a collective sound of groans. “And what are you wearing?” Forrest questioned. “Pajamas?” I said, hoping to get out of describing everything. This felt like if I did answer with details, it could take a turn to phone sex. “Details, beautiful. We want details,” Forrest tsked. “Would you like us to start?” Elijah offered in a husky voice. I bit my bottom lip and considered the offer. “Um, maybe. I’m not sure about this. I’ve never...,” I sighed. “We know, sweetheart. T
“Fuck, that was hot,” I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my hands over my face. “And not as awkward as I thought,” Forrest commented, getting up. “Yeah. I mean, generally, I save jerking off for the shower. But phone sex with her, even with you two in the room, didn’t bother me,” Elijah sighed, leaning on the wall by the intercom. I glanced at my brothers. Like me, they were disheveled from sleep and had a load on their chests. As if we all had the same thought, we rushed to the bathroom to see who would get to the shower first. “Fucker!” Forrest and I shouted as Elijah made it there first. “Go use one of the other bathrooms!” he called out in triumph. “Easy for him to say. He doesn’t have to risk mom or dad seeing him with a load on his chest,” Forrest grumbled. I glanced at him and then ran down the stairs to the second-floor bathroom, shutting the door in Forrest’s face. “Goddamn it!” Forrest banged on the door. “Will you stop all that r