The Very Naughty List

34. Hailey

34

HAILEY

My heart thunders in my chest as both Reid and Nick go still inside me, the three of us freezing in place.

I can’t believe my ex just called me—or that Sebastian answered.

His eyes glint with mischief and a kind of possessive heat as he turns and strides back toward us. Kneeling in front of me, he arches a brow, the silent dare clear in his expression.

Oh my god, does he want me to…?

My stomach flips over with nerves as I realize what he’s getting at, and my arms shake as I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his cock. Sebastian clenches his jaw, his stomach muscles tensing as I run my tongue over him.

Then he presses a button on my phone’s screen, and suddenly, I can hear Dylan’s voice coming through, loud and clear.

Holy shit. He put it on speaker.

“Well, where is she? And why the hell are you answering her phone?” Dylan’s irritated voice fills the living room, and Reid pulls back and then drives his cock deep into my ass before anyone can answer. It shocks a moan out of me, muffled and low around Sebastian’s cock, and the phone goes silent for a second.

“Hailey? Is that you?”

I can’t say anything intelligible with Sebastian’s shaft filling my mouth, but Nick pinches my clit, making me whimper loudly enough that the whole county can probably hear it.

“Good girl,” Sebastian murmurs, pride flashing in his blue-green eyes. “Let him hear you.”

“What the fuck is…” Realization dawns in Dylan’s voice. “Are you…?”

“Are we what?” There’s a possessive rasp in Nick’s voice as he drives up into me from below, his fingers digging into my hips. “Are we taking care of her in a way you never could? Yes, we fucking are.”

“Wanna show him, baby?” Reid murmurs, dropping his head so that his lips brush my ear but still speaking loudly enough for Dylan to hear. “Wanna let him hear how loud we make you scream? Go ahead, let him know how good you are at taking three cocks at once. Tell him what it takes to satisfy a woman as fucking perfect as you.”

Reid and Nick take turns slamming into me as he speaks, and my moan is louder this time, totally unrepressed and desperate.

I pop off of Sebastian’s cock, and he takes over where I left off, stroking himself as I gasp out, “Fuck. Oh fuck, oh my god. I’m gonna…”

“She’s gonna come for us,” Sebastian growls into the phone, his gaze locked on me as he slides back into my mouth. “Over and over and over again.”

“What the fuck? ” Outrage colors Dylan’s voice, and I can practically hear him sputtering through the phone. “This is insane. Are you fucking serious? You can’t just?—”

“We can, and we are.” Sebastian holds the phone closer to my mouth so Dylan can hear the full extent of my moans and whimpers, then brings it back to his face. “Hear that? I’d say she’s more than satisfied.”

Maybe it’s the worst timing, or maybe it’s the best—but either way, I feel another orgasm starting to build low inside me, desperate to get out.

Every nerve is white hot with sensation, and Sebastian’s cock slips out of my mouth again as every muscle in my body contracts, tightening and tensing, until all at once they release and I scream my pleasure. Sebastian holds the phone by my mouth for the entirety of it, and I’m sure I’m blowing Dylan’s ear out with all the noise I’m making, but I don’t give a damn.

He deserves it and worse for what he did to me.

“That’s right, shortcake,” Sebastian praises. “You look like a fucking goddess right now, being worshipped the way you deserve.” He lifts the phone closer to his face. “And as for you, you piece of shit? You can lose her fucking number. Because you had your chance with her, and you fucking wasted it.”

With that, he taps to end the call, then tosses my phone onto the couch. Before my climax even ends, I feel another one surging up to take its place in a rolling boil. It spills out of me in a flood as wetness gushes from me, soaking Nick’s cock.

He and Reid start pounding into me in response, one man slamming into me as the other pulls out, and there’s so much stimulation that I feel like my brain is short-circuiting.

“That’s it. Lose yourself in it. God, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he groans.

“Keep going,” Reid encourages, reaching around to trace circles around my clit while Nick drives his hips upward into mine.

“I-I don’t know if I can. It’s so intense,” I gasp. My voice is husky, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of the earth-shaking orgasms I’ve already had.

“Yes, you can. You can do fucking anything . You can come for us again.”

He drives his cock into my ass up to the hilt to make his point, and my back arches as another hoarse cry works its way up my throat.

Despite the exhaustion burning through my muscles, I still feel insatiably hungry. So even though I feel as if my body is being pushed to its limits, I brace myself on Nick’s chest and use my hips to drive down on both his and Reid’s cocks, clenching around them as I drag myself upward again.

“Fuck yeah. Take what’s yours, songbird,” Nick grunts, staring up into my eyes. His irises flash with a heady mixture of heat and awe, and it only makes me want him more. Reid peppers my neck and shoulder with kisses as I ride the two of them with wild abandon, my mouth wrapping around Sebastian’s cock again.

What feels like hours pass as they push me to a place I’ve never been before, riding a wave of sensation that feels like its infusing my entire body. I come again, and then again, so many orgasms rocking through me that I lose count.

Finally, after one last climax licks through my veins, I truly can’t take anymore. I fall forward onto Nick’s chest, gasping and boneless, and as if they can read my mind through my body, Reid and Nick race each other to the finish line. They alternate desperate thrusts, their cock heads each hitting my g-spot from different angles, until Nick’s face contorts, his neck muscles straining.

“Fuck!” he growls and bucks beneath me, flooding me with his cum.

Reid isn’t far behind. He slams into me one last time and grunts in my ear, kissing and biting at my neck as his cock swells inside me.

“Eyes up here,” Sebastian orders, stroking himself as Reid fills me up.

Still breathing hard, I glance up at him, biting my lip in anticipation.

He wraps my hair around his fist, tilting my head back. “Open wide.”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

I whimper and drop my jaw as he jerks himself off quickly, his strokes rough and fast. Hot spurts of his cum land on my tongue, making me moan, and I hold my mouth open, letting him see his release held in my mouth before I finally swallow it all. He stands over me, gasping as he squeezes out the last few drops, then holds out his hand for me to clean it.

My tongue traces eagerly over each of his fingers, and he smiles with heated tenderness. “That’s my girl.”

Satiated and utterly spent, I slump against Nick’s chest. He and Reid gently pull out of me, then lower me down onto the rug between them. The three of them sandwich me between their hot, sweaty bodies, kissing and touching every inch of me they can get their hands and lips on.

“That was fucking incredible, songbird. You did good.”

“Better than good.” Sebastian presses a kiss to my wrist. “You’re perfect.”

I feel completely boneless, limp and exhausted from the intensity of it all. For a long moment, I just float, my eyes half closed, as I bask in the post-orgasmic bliss.

Then the realization of what just happened zaps through me like a bolt of lightning.

My eyes fly wide open, and I sit up so suddenly that I almost make myself dizzy. “Oh, shit!”

“What’s the matter, shortcake?” Sebastian asks. He and his brothers all sit up as well, concerned looks on their faces.

“Dylan knows.” I swallow, glancing quickly between each of them. “He knows you’re all sharing me. Not that you’re fighting over me, or that I’m dating each of you separately. He knows about…” I gesture to our naked bodies. “This!”

“Right.” Reid frowns, running a hand through his hair.

Sebastian grimaces. “Fuck, shortcake. I’m sorry. I didn’t really think it through. I just saw his name flashing on your screen, and I wanted to make sure he knew that you were doing great without him.”

A flush of warmth fills my chest, and I smile softly at him. “I know. And it meant a lot to me. But… what if he tells Lucas?” I bite my lip. “He could sabotage your friendship with my brother. He could?—”

“Hold on there, songbird.” Nick pulls me onto his lap, stroking my hair. “Don’t let your worry run away with you. We don’t know if he’s gonna do anything at all yet.”

Reid nods, looking thoughtful. “Honestly, I highly doubt this is something Dylan will want to shoot his mouth off about. He might not want everyone in town knowing that the woman he let go now has three men in her bed. You know what I mean?”

Sebastian snorts. “Agreed. His ego couldn’t take people knowing that.”

“And besides,” Nick adds, pressing a kiss to my temple, “even if he were to tell people, and even if word were to get back to Lucas, we can always tell your brother that we just said all of that to fuck with Dylan.”

Reid takes my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “Lucas already knows we’re pretending to date you to put Dylan in his place.”

“Right.” Sebastian nods, tilting my chin up so that our gazes meet. “So it’s not a huge stretch for him to believe that we answered the phone and pretended to all be sharing you to get in Dylan’s head even more. We’ll just tell him it was a prank. A lie.”

I think it over for a minute, trying to extinguish the flicker of worry in my chest. It’s true that the groundwork has already been laid with my brother for him to think the guys are just helping me make Dylan jealous and get him to back off. I guess this is no different. It’s not like Dylan has actual photographic evidence. Anything can be said over the phone, but that doesn’t necessarily make it true.

My stomach sinks a little at the idea of calling what just happened between us a prank or a lie when it felt like so much more than that, but I shove that thought away.

Hopefully, we won’t have to make up an explanation for it at all, if the guys are right and Dylan keeps it to himself.

I nod, blowing out a breath. “Okay. We’ll go with that story if it ever gets back to Lucas.”

“All right.” Sebastian presses a kiss to my hair, sighing softly against the strands. “Fuck, I’m sorry, shortcake. We weren’t trying to make shit more complicated. I just got carried away. I fucking hate that guy, and I wanted him to know you’ve got people who appreciate you. That you don’t spend a single fucking second crying over that sad sack of shit.”

In spite of the worry and the messy, complicated emotions crowding my chest, I can’t help but smile at that.

“Well, I think he got the message.”

“He’d better fucking have,” Nick grumbles, sounding like he’d be perfectly happy to call Dylan back up and fuck me on speakerphone again just to prove a point.

My smile widens a little, the tension finally draining from my shoulders. I turn my head to kiss Sebastian, then pull Nick and Reid close and kiss them too.

“That was amazing. One of the best experiences of my entire life,” I whisper, sliding my fingers through the hair at the nape of Reid’s neck as we break apart. I glance at the other two, making sure they see the truth in my eyes as I add, “And no matter what happens, I’ll never regret it.”

“Good,” Reid growls. “Neither will we.”

It’s dark outside by now, and although Bruno evacuated the area when we were making a racket, he comes padding back into the room as we all clean up and tug on some clothes.

It’s cozy and warm, and when Sebastian and Nick go to raid the fridge for something to eat, I end up curling up against the couch with Reid after he gets a fire going.

He wraps an arm around me, tucking me close against his body as the sound of his brothers talking in the kitchen filters into the living room.

“I love Christmas time so much,” I murmur, feeling sleepy and lazy again now that the panic has subsided. “It’s like every holiday food and drink is a little slice of bliss—cookies, eggnog, pumpkin pie. And it all tastes better when it’s cold outside, for some reason. It was never as good in LA.”

Reid chuckles. “Yeah, some things go better with snow, I guess.”

He hasn’t put a shirt on, and I trace his tattoo with my fingers. I would ask if he’s cold, but I’m sure he isn’t. All I’ve got on is his brother’s shirt, and I feel fine. The fireplace is crackling, and I can see a light snow falling through the darkness outside the living room window. It’s so cozy in here that even Bruno is contentedly snoring away. Of course, my panties are nowhere in sight, which means he probably buried them somewhere before he sprawled out for a nap.

I glance around the room, taking in the familiar space. It’s comfortable and warm, and if I really let myself think about it, this house feels more like home than anyplace has in a while.

“Have you ever thought about leaving Chestnut Hill?” I ask Reid idly.

He shakes his head. “Not really. I mean, I’ve thought about how I could maybe expand my business if I moved. But for the most part, I’m pretty satisfied with how it is.”

I nod, feeling almost envious of his simple, straightforward response. “I wish it worked that way for all people and all careers.”

He rests one hand on my leg, staring into the fireplace. “I think it can.”

“How so?”

I glance up at his face, watching the firelight dance across his handsome features. He takes a moment before he answers, his fingers stroking back and forth against my thigh.

“I don’t think it matters whether you’re in a small town or a big city, no matter what your dreams and goals are. If it’s where the people you care about are, then that’s home, and you can make anything work.”

His words hit my heart like a ton of bricks. I know Reid isn’t wrong about that sentiment, but I still think that Chestnut Hill might not be the place for me. How could I ever launch a singing career in such a tiny place with no big label studios and no crowd-drawing venues? Then again, I’m still struggling with even getting myself to sing without freezing up, so maybe that’s not a question I’ll ever have to grapple with.

My mind drifts back to the way the three Cooper brothers supported me from the crowd at karaoke. Just having them there helped me overcome my nerves and sing in front of an audience for the first time in ages. It literally plays into the point that Reid is making.

I spent two whole years in Los Angeles trying to make it as a singer and carve out a career for myself in the music industry. And what do I have to show for it?

Absolutely nothing.

Not unless you count crippling self-doubt every time my feet hit the stage.

But when I’m around these men, I don’t feel like a failure. I don’t feel like the only measure of my success is in whether I built a successful career.

I feel amazing. I feel treasured.

Just as I am.

“Okay, this is by far the biggest plate of cookies you’ve ever seen.” Sebastian strides back into the room, interrupting our quiet conversation as he shows off the large plate piled high with the Christmas cookies we made when Iris was here.

After the workout we all just had, the cookies look and smell delicious. So does the eggnog that Nick carries in a moment later, and I can already smell the spices and whiskey that they must’ve doctored it up with.

“What? We had to spike it at least a little.” Sebastian notices me eying the eggnog and smirks as Nick passes out the cups. “That’s what Christmas is all about.”

Reid snorts. “Funny, I thought Christmas was about peace and love for your fellow man, and maybe even the magic of Santa Claus. I had no idea it was about spiked eggnog.”

“Oh. Well, then, I’ll drink yours.”

Sebastian reaches out to take the cup from his brother’s hands in response to Reid’s sarcasm, but Reid snatches it back quickly, making me laugh. Nick and Sebastian settle in close by, and I sigh contentedly.

This is perfection—all four of us lounging in the living room, munching on Christmas cookies and eggnog after a completely mind-blowing night of sex. The fact that it’s framed by falling snow and a crackling fire is definitely something that seems like it goes along with what Reid was saying. This kind of thing wouldn’t be happening if I was still in LA right now.

This is a Chestnut Hill, Montana thing. More than that, it’s a Cooper brothers thing.

I sip my eggnog and listen as the guys talk and banter with each other. It’s so easy, sliding back and forth between hot sexual fantasies and the feeling as if we all just belong together. And I honestly don’t know which part of this I love the most. Is it living out every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had with three of the hottest guys in all of Montana? Or is it this feeling of being safe and at ease with these guys who make me feel like I’m at home with them?

I’m lost in that thought when Bruno suddenly pads across the floor and comes to stand directly in front of me, showing off my slobbered-on panties, which are hanging from his mouth.

“Hey, give those back!” I reach out to grab them, but he takes off, obviously wanting me to chase him around and turn it into a game.

But I’m too exhausted from all the sex, too cozy where I’m sitting with the guys by the fireplace, and too distracted by all of my conflicting emotions, to want to run around chasing the dog right now.

“Fine,” I grumble as I sink back down between Reid and Nick, resigning myself to the fact that I’m going to need to buy some new panties that haven’t been chewed up or drooled all over. “Just keep them. It’s the least of my worries.”

I watch as Bruno gives a shake of his head, splaying out his front paws like he’s trying to tempt me into running after him.

“What are you doing?” I say with a wry chuckle. “You won. You won the panties. They’re all yours, you naughty dog.”

All three of the Cooper triplets glance between me and the dog—and to my surprise, Bruno looks almost guilty at the slight scolding that I gave him. He turns slowly around, as if he doesn’t like the fact that I called him a “naughty dog.”

He walks toward me, panties still firmly clenched in his teeth, and sits down as if he’s come to talk. Then, without me even having to say anything, the dog drops the panties in front of me and lowers his head for pets.

I’m stunned. Hell, we all are. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Nick and Reid staring at Bruno with open mouths.

“Holy shit. I’ve never seen him do that before,” Nick murmurs, shock clear in his tone.

“Do what?” I blink. “Return a pair of stolen panties?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’ve never seen him give something back like that. Even with me, he never brings back any of the things that he grabs and runs off with. I swear, in the springtime after the snow thaws, I’m going to find a pile of my stuff half-buried in the yard.”

I reach out to pet Bruno’s head, taking my panties and setting them up on the top of the couch so that they won’t tempt him again.

Bruno presses his head against my palm, so I rub him some more until he curls up in front of my feet and lies down.

“Wow. I’d say that the dog has officially adopted you.” Sebastian stares at Bruno, then laughs. “Who knew that the big, drooling pooch could ever like anyone other than Nick?”

Reid nudges my shoulder with his. “Guess you can never leave now. Not after you’ve won over Bruno and all.”

I know he’s just teasing, making a joke because it’s so funny and odd that the dog seems to have totally attached itself to me now. Especially since Bruno seemed to despise me when I first arrived.

But still, his words make something tighten in my chest. Because it feels like yet another thing that’s going to make walking away from all of this really fucking hard to do.