The Very Naughty List

14. Hailey

14

HAILEY

Resting my back against the wall, I stare up at the ceiling for several long moments as I try to catch my breath. I can still feel Sebastian’s hands all over me, his lips against mine, and the phantom memory of his touch isn’t doing anything to slow my racing pulse.

I have to call Lorelai.

What just happened is way too much to be relayed over text, so even though it’s late in LA by now, I pick up my phone and scroll to her number.

I throw on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt, then press the call button. I crawl under the covers as I wait for her to answer, pulling them all the way over my head as if to create an extra layer of insulation to make sure none of the guys hear me. I heard them talking in the hallway for a bit, but I’m pretty sure they’re all back in their rooms by now. Still, I’m not willing to risk it.

“This had better be good. I need my beauty sleep, you know.” Lorelai’s voice is groggy, but it sharpens a little as she adds, “In all seriousness, though, is everything okay?”

Shit, that’s a loaded question. Especially considering how far out of hand I’m letting things get with my brother’s best friends.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” I keep my voice to a whisper, holding the phone close to my mouth. “But, Lorelai, you’re not going to believe what’s been happening here.”

“Okay, if it was worth a middle of the night phone call, it’s gotta be good. So spill it already. I’m awake now!”

She suddenly sounds much perkier than she did a moment ago. I can just imagine her sitting up in bed on the other end of this call, shoving her long bangs out of her face with one hand the way she always does.

I take a deep breath, keeping her in suspense for a moment longer while I gather my thoughts. Then I let the words spill out of me in a rush.

“I kissed each of the Cooper brothers. And not just for pretend. Some of the kisses have definitely been real.”

“ What? ” Her voice is loud enough that I wince, suddenly more worried that the brothers will overhear her than me. I quickly turn down the volume on my phone as she says, “The last I heard, you were fake dating them and that’s all it was. But now you’re telling me shit is getting real? Tell me about these kisses! Every single detail.”

I start by telling her about how Nick pressed me up against the car outside Grandma Dee’s house, giving her a play-by-play of exactly what he did and how he did it.

“It was so hot that it took my breath away,” I whisper. “Like, he actually took my breath away, Lor. I wasn’t expecting it, and it was so much more intense than I could’ve imagined.”

She gasps as if she’s hanging on the edge of her seat. Something I love about Lorelai is that she’s blunt with her emotions and honest in her reactions. I can always count on my best friend to tell it to me straight, and to have my back no matter what.

“Damn, girl. That’s the firefighter one, right? The one who had the beard in that picture you showed me of them?”

“Yeah, that’s Nick.”

“Holy fuck.” She whistles. “You’ve had a crush on these guys since you were, what, thirteen? I bet you nearly died.”

“Oh, that’s nothing.” I actually manage a laugh, despite the heavy pounding of my heart. “What just happened a little while ago in the hallway tops everything .”

“You got pressed up against another hard surface? Did Nick come back for seconds?”

I roll over onto my other side, pulling one of the pillows down into my little cocoon. “No, not Nick this time. Sebastian. The power went out when we were both in the shower, and?—”

“Hang on a second, you were both in the shower?”

“Not together.” I shake my head, chuckling quietly. “Separate showers. But we ran into each other in the hallway… naked. I was fumbling around trying to pick up my towel after it slipped, and accidentally I touched his dick.”

“No way! That’s like my nightmare! Or my dream. Depends on the guy.”

She laughs, and I can’t help but grin. Then I bite my lip, closing my eyes as the memory of that loaded moment in the hallways rushes over me.

“Yeah, well. It turns out that a dare I gave him back when I was a teenager about getting piercings—well, let’s just say that it’s something he actually took seriously.”

“You’re kidding!” Lorelai gasps. “He has his cock pierced?”

“More than one piercing. An entire Jacob’s Ladder on the underside of his shaft.”

“What happened after that?”

“He kissed me. And I felt like the world shifted on its axis.”

“ Shiiit .” I can practically see Lorelai shaking her head in my mind’s eye. “Why the fuck did I not come with you to Chestnut Hill?”

For a moment, we enjoy the giddiness of our girl talk as I try to keep my enthusiasm to a low whisper over the phone. I’m finding it more and more difficult to contain myself though. Especially now that I’m literally locked in close quarters with all three of them. It’s not like I have anywhere to retreat from temptation anymore.

“I haven’t been out of my room since it happened, and I think I’m just going to stay in here and hide forever,” I admit. “I’m not sure I can look Sebastian in the eye again without wanting to literally throw myself in his bed. At least there won’t be any confusing sexual tension if I stay locked in here all by myself.”

“Yeah, that’s quite a conundrum you’ve got there.” She laughs. “Seriously though, you’d better not.”

“Better not what?”

“You’d better not keep yourself sequestered in your room. Obviously there’s some attraction there, and not just on your end of things. It sounds like the guys are into you too. This isn’t just your high school crush anymore. It sounds pretty damn real to me.”

“Yeah, but Lorelai?—”

“Uh uh. No buts,” she interrupts before I can finish. “I know how much you were dreading going back to your hometown. So why not make the most of it and take advantage of this amazing new development? I think you should make a move.”

“Make a move? On which one?”

When I think about each of the triplets, my heart races and my clit starts throbbing like it’s begging for attention. I honestly don’t think I could make a choice between Nick, Reid, or Sebastian without still feeling like I want the other two as well.

“On all three of them, dummy!”

Lorelai says it like it’s obvious, and I swallow hard, my stomach dropping out like I’m on a roller coaster.

“You can’t be serious. All of them? Three men?”

“Why not? They all seem to be showing interest in you, and we both know that you’ve been into all three of those brothers for as long as I can remember. Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Well, for starters, these guys are Lucas’s best friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve already covered that. Come up with something else that you haven’t already used as an excuse.”

“Okay, well… it would be pretty scandalous if anyone in Chestnut Hill found out.”

“Who says they have to know? And who says it’s any of their damn business even if they do find out?”

She’s got a point there, although knowing how fast gossip spreads in a small town like this, I’m not sure it’d be as simple and straightforward as she’s making it sound.

“I get what you’re saying.” I chew my lip, nerves racing through me at the idea that I’m even semi-seriously contemplating this. “But the biggest thing is, what if the guys have no interest in sharing like that? I mean, assuming any of them were even interested in doing anything with me, I definitely don’t want to come between them. I don’t want to do anything to risk their bond as brothers, or to mess up anything between us.”

“I know.” Her voice softens a little with understanding. “It’s scary. I was sort of just kidding when I told you to make a move with all of them, but the more I think about it, the more I think you really should. This could be something fucking amazing, but you’ll never find out if you don’t try.”

“But what if?—”

“Look, I know that asshole ex of yours did a number on your self-esteem.” She sighs, and I can practically feel her anger at Dylan, even across all the miles that separate us. “And maybe you’re right and this is all just supposed to be fake dating. But what do you have to lose? Your brother doesn’t have to know about it. You’re literally staying in a house with the three hottest men you’ve ever known, and I honestly don’t think that they would be kissing you in the way that you’re describing to me if there weren’t some honest to god feelings evolving over there.”

I chew on my lower lip as I listen to my best friend speak, practically wearing a hole through it as my mind spins over her words.

On the one hand, I can barely stand how badly I want the triplets. I’ve always had massive crushes on all of them, and living in such close proximity is making that simmering attraction boil over. On the other hand, I know there’s a lot at stake. Besides, I’m not quite so sure that I’m ready to open up my heart to any guy again, not to mention three of them.

I’ve all but given up on the idea of true love and happy endings. So the thought of taking a chance again with not just one, but possibly even three men, is a lot.

“I don’t know,” I whisper after a long beat. “I guess… I’ll sleep on it.”

“Good. I’m sure that will give you sweet dreams.” Lorelai laughs. “And speaking of sleep, we should both get some. I’m really glad you called though. Keep me in the loop, girl, and if anything else sizzling happens, you know where to find me!”

I laugh. Lorelai always has a way of making things feel less heavy and taking some of the weight off my brain. “Thanks.”

We say goodnight, and I snuggle down into the bed, pulling the blankets around my chin.

I’m hoping that I’ll fall asleep quickly now that I’ve decompressed a bit and talked things over with my bestie, but after twenty minutes of staring up at the ceiling with my thoughts still racing, I scrunch my face up in frustration.

“Dammit,” I mutter. So much for sleeping on it .

My entire body feels like it’s buzzing with adrenaline and lingering arousal, and I realize there’s a good chance I won’t sleep at all tonight unless I take the edge off.

Biting my lip, I kick the covers off and slowly slip a hand into my sleep shorts. If these thoughts are going to keep me up all night, I might as well do something about them.

I never had “spectacular” orgasms with Dylan. It was all just average. And most of the time, he wasn’t even able to get me to climax. I had to do that part myself, which at least means that I’m well versed in what it takes to get me over the edge.

Sebastian’s handsome features float through my mind as I trace slow circles against my clit with my finger. What would’ve happened if Nick and Reid hadn’t come upstairs while we were kissing in the dark?

I imagine Sebastian’s finger pushing into me as I work one into myself and bite my lower lip to keep from groaning. The last thing I need is to wake up any of the guys and accidentally alert them to what I’m doing in here.

But I can’t stop either. I close my eyes, drifting back to the dark of the hallway with Sebastian, his hands and mouth all over me.

“I dare you to fuck me,” I whisper into his mouth between kisses. “I dare you to make me come.”

He draws back a little, then swallows hard and exhales, long and slow. His hot breath teases my skin as he stares hungrily down at me, and I shiver under his intense focus.

“Like I said, I never back down from a dare,” he finally says with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

Before I can speak again, he grabs me by the hips. With one powerful movement, he hoists me upward and my back slides up the wall until I’m at eye level with him. He holds me there for a second, his gaze searing me, and I feel his thick, pierced cock at my entrance.

“Did you really get those because of me?” I whisper.

“Why don’t I just show you how perfectly they fit you?”

In my imagination, he grips his cock with one hand and holds it steady as he starts pushing into me. I work a finger into myself while I visualize holding on to his neck and biting my lip to keep from crying out as he fills me up. In my fantasy, with every piercing of his that slides into me, it becomes increasingly difficult to stay quiet. I don’t know quite what they’d feel like, but even my best guess is enough to have my pussy clenching around the intrusion of my fingers.

Fantasy Sebastian leans closer, his mouth hovering above my ear.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers, just like he did when we were kissing.

I slip a second finger into myself, twisting both around inside while my free hand palms my clit. I think of the way his sturdy, strong body would feel, his hips clapping against mine with every thrust.

I’m still so turned on from the thrill of our hallway encounter that it doesn’t take long for my body to rev up. My fingers glide in and out of me, slick with my arousal, and my clit pulses against my palm.

I imagine the feeling of Sebastian’s body pressing me into the wall, his cock opening me up, his piercings sliding over my sensitive skin, and a groan escapes me as I fall headfirst into an orgasm.

I bite hard on my lip to keep from making too much noise while my body spasms and I arch up off the bed for several seconds until I melt back into it as the rush ends. I pull my soaked fingers out and idly drag their wetness across my clit, making myself shudder as I catch my breath.

Just like I did under Nick when he pressed me up against his car and kissed me like a wild man. There was something so needy about the way he was kissing me, his hands pawing my body. Even when he bit my lip, I liked it. Would he have fucked me just as intensely?

My heart skips a beat at that thought, and I shake my head to try to clear it.

Come on, Hailey, knock it off. You’re playing with fire even letting yourself fantasize about Sebastian, let alone Nick.

What happened with Sebastian was one thing. We were so close to making it real anyway, although it never should’ve happened in the first place. And I’ve been on edge sexually since I got here, so I needed to let off a bit of steam. That’s all it was.

But I still can’t stop thinking about Nick. About what would’ve happened if I hadn’t yelped in surprise when he bit down on my lip.

Before I can stop myself, my fingers trail along the inside of my thigh to my pussy once more. I hesitate, holding them there while I try to talk myself out of this.

“Fuck it,” I whisper and shove a finger into myself again. I’m still sensitive as hell from the first orgasm, so it takes even more effort not to cry out, but at this point, I almost hope the guys will hear me.

My mind flashes back to that moment at Nick’s car. The unspoken attraction and tension crackling between us after the awkward kiss we shared in front of Grandma Dee—and the real one that followed.

“I’ve never been kissed like that before. I wouldn’t have known you had that in you,” I say, and Nick flashes me a little smile through the darkness of his scruffy beard. His intense blue eyes darken like storm clouds as they rake across me.

“Most people don’t know a lot about me. I like it that way.”

He’s so tall he towers over me, like a mountain come to life. I feel powerless pinned between him and the car like this, like he could do anything he wanted to me and there wouldn’t be anything I could do to stop him.

“What other secrets are you keeping?”

“You’ll have to work to find out.”

I reach up to run my hand through his beard, and the wild, hungry look flashes back on his face. With a growl, he scoops me up into his arms and flings open the door to the back seat, then tosses me into it like I weigh nothing. I bounce against the cushions as he falls onto me, tearing at my clothes, and in a matter of seconds, he has me down to nothing but my panties. He shoves them aside with one of his giant hands, then unbuttons his jeans with his other enough to tug his hard cock out of them.

He sits next to me, then gruffly pulls me up off the seat and into his lap. I straddle him, facing him, and try to control my breathing as his hands paw my hips and force me down onto him. He enters me roughly, but that’s exactly how I’d want it with him.

My hands rest on his shoulders while he starts bouncing me up and down on him, slowly at first but building quickly. He never takes his penetrating gaze off me, his eyes boring into me like they’re trying to see into my soul.

“Good girl. Take my cock,” he mutters, picking up the pace even more. In my fantasy, he lifts me up then lets me go, dropping me and impaling me on his cock.

I shove two fingers into myself, hard, the same way he’s fucking me in my imagination. That’s all it takes for me to come again, biting my lip to keep from crying out his name.

My heart hammers in my ears when I come back into my body. I’m breathing erratically, but at this point there’s no way I can stop my mind from going where it’s going to go, so I decide to just give in and get this out of my system.

I flash back to sitting in Reid’s lap on the barstool where we put on such a show to piss Dylan off. Our lips are locked together, and heat sparks between us, melding us until Reid breaks the kiss and pushes my sticky, sweaty hair out of my face.

“What do you say we get out of here for a second?” he asks quietly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Where are we going to go? It’s a crowded bar.”

Reid smirks as he helps me back to my feet. “Don’t you worry about that. Follow me.” He jumps off the bar stool and offers me a hand and a wink, so I take it and follow him through the bar toward the bathrooms at the back.

“Are you serious?” I whisper and dig my heels in to slow him down as we get closer.

“Very. Come on, no one’s around.” He squeezes my hand to encourage me, and I give in. Reid takes one more clearing glance to make sure no one is around, then pulls me inside and kicks the door closed behind us. He blocks the door with the trash can—like that’s going to stop anyone determined enough to get in—and pulls me into him again.

As soon as we’re alone, he kisses me with even more heat, pushing me up against the counter. His hands find the waist of my pants and he tugs them off in one go, then spins me around and puts one hand on my lower back to bend me over. My palms splay across the counter for balance, and I watch in the mirror as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his cock.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror as his cock head teases my hole, and his expression simmers. “Do it. Fuck me, Reid.”

“Mm,” he growls and thrusts into me up to the hilt. I gasp and grip the counter’s edge to keep from crying out, but Reid doesn’t give me any time to adjust. He just starts hammering away at me, reckless and wild—and so fucking hot.

My fingers work my hole, wet and squelching, and the sounds fill the bedroom, but I don’t care. I’m so lost in the fantasy, in the pleasure I’m giving myself, that all three of the triplets could walk in on me right now and I wouldn’t stop.

But as I finger fuck myself and return to the scene in my mind, it shifts. Reid’s still behind me, plugging me desperately, but we’re here in my room. He has me bent over the edge of the bed, his hands gripping my waist. But he falls forward onto me, his chest against my back, and his lips flutter against my ear, giving me chills.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants you,” he mutters, and my head turns on the mattress to follow his gaze. Nick and Sebastian are standing in the corner, naked and stroking their cocks eagerly as they watch their brother plow me like his life depends on it.

“Fuck,” I gasp in both the fantasy and in reality as I erupt for the third time.

I can’t keep the noise to myself, and a series of whimpers leak out of me along with my orgasm. I clench my lower lip between my teeth as it goes on and on, coursing through me like a current, until I finally melt into the mattress, heaving.

“Jesus,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering open and darting to the corner of the room just to make sure Sebastian and Nick aren’t really there watching me. The room’s empty, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved to find it that way.

I don’t know why my fantasy switched like that at the end, but I’m too tired to think about it. I lie there in a puddle of my own sweat and release until the exhaustion that’s been burning at the corners of my eyes for hours finally overtakes me.