Brooke Roberts

I can't shake off the uncertainty—the seed of doubt that sprouted when I saw my boyfriends surrounded by other women, and the feeling of inadequacy ruined my night.
After we got our drinks, I made up an excuse about my feet hurting and we returned to the mezzanine. I tried to feel better, to hide it, but I couldn't think about anything else. The same question keeps playing in a never-ending loop in my head.
What if I'm not enough?
And the worst part was knowing that none of them even paid attention to any of the gorgeous women around them—they didn't look at them the way they look at me. None of them know Seth’s smile, Raffi’s taste, Kyle’s warm embrace, and yet, something tells me this is going to end.
When Kyle suggested we go home, I didn’t argue. I just wanted to sleep and shake off this feeling.
I spend the whole ride staring out the window, the city landscape passing by, blurring together. Seth places his hand on my thigh and gently squeezes it when we stop at a red light. He watches me closely under the streetlights, and I smile, trying to hide how I feel. I see him clench his jaw, and I know I failed—Seth always sees right through my masks.
As soon as the car stops, I get out. I walk inside, trying to avoid the conversation I know is coming.
"Sunshine, what happened?" Kyle asks, the first to catch up to me in the hallway. Seth and Raffi right behind him.
"Nothing, I'm just tired," I say with a shrug.
How could I even explain? What if I say it out loud and they realize the truth? And I lose them forever—each one of them is a vital part of my existence.
"Bee..."
"I'm serious, it's nothing. I just got overwhelmed, I think."
"You seemed fine until you went to the bathroom. Something happened that took your smile, babygirl." Raffi hugs me, and I melt into his arms, wanting to drown in his warmth. "I thought we agreed not to keep secrets from each other."
Shit. I really did say that, didn’t I?
"It’s stupid," I admit.
"Nothing that bothers you is stupid, Sunshine," Kyle says.
I take a deep breath, like my therapist always asks, and try to find the courage to explain.
"Nothing happened, I just..." I sigh, deciding to rip the Band-Aid off. "When I was walking up to the bar, I saw how many women were flirting with you..." Seth immediately opens his mouth to protest, but I raise my hand for him to wait. "And I got insecure, okay? Because you could have any woman you want, and what if one day you wake up and realize I’m not enough? That sharing me isn’t worth the trouble?"
"You’re right," Kyle starts, and my heart sinks into my chest, my eyes burn.
"We could have any woman we want, you know why?"
"Because it's you, Brooke," Seth replies before I can say anything.
"And it’s time we show you just how much we don’t care about sharing you if it means worshipping you, babygirl," Raffi says, his words sending shivers down my spine and a rush of pleasure to my core. His hands slide down to my ass and he pulls me into his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Raffi carries me upstairs in his arms, but my eyes are locked on Kyle and Seth following us, hunger written all over their faces. The youngest notices my gaze, and the smile he gives me is full of filthy promises.
Raffi lays me down on his bed, his hands gliding in a soft caress from my shoulders down to my breasts—my skin burns in the wake of his touch, trembling and begging for more.
My prayers are answered when the bed dips beside me, and my eyes meet my childhood friend’s. His hand squeezes my breast, and he captures my lips in a searing kiss.
Another set of hands touches my body, and the sensory overload is so intense my panties are already soaked just from imagining what’s about to happen. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined it—hadn’t wanted all three of them inside me at once.
To see how their individual styles would merge together—every threesome experience had only made me more curious. Kyle trails kisses down my neck, moving to where his hand is still fondling my breast. He slides down the strap of my dress and bra, exposing my breast, and replaces his hand with his mouth. A long moan escapes my throat as his tongue swirls around my nipple.
"Are you ready for us?" Seth asks as Raffi’s hand moves under my dress. He rubs a finger against my panties, no doubt feeling how wet the fabric already is, and smiles, turning to Seth.
"Feel for yourself, brother."
Seth wets his bottom lip, my eyes locked on his as he slides his hand along my inner thigh until it reaches my panties, but unlike Raffi, he pushes them aside and runs his finger over my pussy, making my back arch off the mattress.
"Always so wet and ready for us, Bee." He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks my arousal off it with a look of pure delight.
Raffi grabs the hem of my dress and I sit up to help him take it off. Kyle takes care of my bra while Seth removes my panties.
They pause for a moment, their eyes scanning my completely naked and exposed body—their expressions a blend of devotion, worship, and love that turns me on even more.
"Stunning," Kyle says in awe.
"Perfect," Seth agrees.
"Fucking sexy," Raffi adds.
Raffi kneels at the edge of the bed and pulls me toward him, placing my legs over his shoulders, his tongue teasing my pussy, spreading my lips and sucking me like a man dying of thirst.
My moans fill the air, and Seth captures one of my breasts, biting down on my nipple, the stab of pain shooting through my body like an arrow to my core. Kyle claims the other, and it’s hard to focus on who’s doing what when every part of me is being stimulated at once.
I don’t even realize the orgasm building until it explodes in Raffi’s mouth. I feel his laugh against me, and then one of his fingers pushes inside in a single motion. He withdraws it and trails it lower, circling my ass, using my juices as lube to prepare me.
I feel the pressure of his finger and my body responds instinctively, tightening.
"Relax for me, babygirl," he murmurs, and I do what he says.
Kyle keeps sucking on my breast, alternating between bites, licks, and sucks. Seth takes my mouth with passion, his tongue dancing with mine. The ferocity of the kiss turns my knees to jelly. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down hard, the pain mingling with pleasure the way I’ve learned to love.
That’s when I feel Raffi’s finger push into my ass, and I have to force myself to stay relaxed. The sensation is strange but pleasurable, even more so when he stimulates my clit with his other hand.
I feel Kyle and Seth move away, and I watch them as they strip. The blond walks to the dresser, grabbing a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He comes back and taps Raffi’s shoulder, who nods in agreement. Some part of my brain has just enough room to admire the way my boyfriends communicate without saying a single word.
Kyle sits at the edge of the bed and takes my hand.
"Come here, Sunshine."
I obey, and he grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap—the head of his cock teasing my entrance. His hands slide along my back, pushing me toward him, and he kisses me with desire as I sink onto his cock.