Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

I woke up the next morning to see that I was alone in bed. I had slept off last night after I cleaned up, and I didn’t wake up all through the night until this morning.

The last thing I remember was being cuddled up in Denver’s hand and having the sweetest sleep ever. I woke up feeling elated and, oh yeah, hungry.

Very hungry.

I got up from the bed and walked into the sitting room, only to be welcomed by the sweet smell of freshly made pancakes.

I was already salivating when I got to the kitchen, and imagine my surprise when I found out that it was none other than Denver that was cooking up a storm.

“Hey,” he said as he perfectly flipped the pancake.

Is it just me, or is there something sexy about a man wearing an apron while making breakfast for the woman he smooched the previous night?

His blank expression was there as always, so I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying the cooking or not.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, still trying to process the fact that he was cooking for me.

I mean, it has to be me, right?

“I figured you might be hungry this morning because you didn’t eat anything last night, or did you?” he questioned teasingly while giving me a side wink.

Wait, is he trying to be funny?

His eyes were growing dimmer and sexier with each second, making my p***y moist nicely.

“Did I not?” “Oh, I thought I did,” I said sarcastically, while a playful smile hung on my lips.

“Yeah, you did; I forgot; you had some really good lollipops,” he said, his sexy lips melting into a faint smile that you would almost miss if you didn’t know him better.

“Lollipop? Hmmm, I thought I had a huge sausage,” I replied playfully.

But a low, deep-throat growl from him told me to be careful, or else I might be getting that sausage as we speak. Not that I would mind, though; I enjoyed eating it last night.

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What am I saying? I am gradually turning into a pervert.

“You know it’s all yours whenever you need it,” he said in a deep-throated voice that would melt any girl’s heart and make a nun horny.

For the first time since I have known him, I saw him wearing a broad smile that lit up his entire face.

Someone was in high spirits.

He subconsciously bit his lower lips while he lustfully took in my stance with his eyes.

I was turning a little red just by the way his eyes devoured me.

When he was done with the last pancake, he turned off the gas, took off the apron on him, and placed it where I normally do before casually walking to where I stood.

With his every step, the air around me became warmer, and honestly, at that moment, I was deciding if I needed food because it was beginning to feel like I needed him more.

“You were great last night,” he said, using his fingers to lift my face until my eyes were locked in his.

“You are the first woman to ever make me c*m during a blowjob; you should be proud of yourself,” he said, while his thumb massaged my lips.

Was that a compliment, or what was it?

And since I didn’t exactly know how to answer him, should I say thanks or what? So, I settled on the least complicated one by just smiling.

“I have to go now; I will come to see you later,” he said, leaning closer to me and placing a sweet k**s on my lips.

But somehow, what was meant to be a light k**s on the lips got intense as our lips and tongue soon started fighting for dominance.

Our breath was heavy and needy, and just then, Devon walked into the kitchen.

His expression at first showed that he was surprised, or should I say shocked? But he was quick to recollect himself as he forced a smile.

“Hey babe, it seems I obstructed something,” he said sarcastically, and I couldn’t help but notice how Denver’s hand around me tightened for a brief second.

“Hey,” I said to Devon, shyly breaking away from Denver, who was acting a bit weird.

It almost felt as if he were shy, but I think we have established the fact that this dude is one badass, so he’s not shy, maybe a little nervous.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” I said, feeling a little awkward.

“Yeah, that’s because you were busy,” he said, in a voice that gave the impression that he was jealous but was doing his best to conceal it.

I also noticed this cold tension between the two brothers, and damn, I wish I could do something about it, but I guess they would find a way to handle themselves.

They always do; they are guys, after all.

“I will see you later,” Denver said to me, and within seconds he was out of the house.

Not exactly knowing how to respond to Devon or even face him, I opted to pick up a plate and a pancake.

“It seems I came at the wrong time,” he said, after watching me eat for a brief moment.

Not knowing what to say to him, I stuffed my mouth full of pancakes and munched slowly.

It was obvious to him that I didn’t want to talk about what he had just seen, as he slowly brought out one of the chairs and sat down on it.

“You like him more, don’t you?” He asked calmly, staring at his fingers as if they were super interesting.

Of course, they are though, all my triplet mates’ fingers are always neat and well-trimmed. Okay, enough of that, let me answer the question he just asked me, which was what again?

f**k.

“I don’t like anyone more; I am attracted to all three of you,” I said defensively, glad I finally remembered.

“I don’t know why; I feel I have lost you to him,” he said quietly.

“I was never a game, and please, you have not lost me,” I corrected.

“Do you like me as much as you like him?” he asked.

“Of course I do. I like all three of you, you guys are my mates” I said, to him.

“I am sorry; please forgive me.” “I can’t help but feel like he is winning over your heart,” he said with a deep sigh.

“What makes you feel that way?” I questioned.

“I have seen the way he looks at you; it almost feels as if he wants you to himself alone,” he said with a faint smile.

Seeing him so down made me sad and a little guilty. I could understand why he was sad.

He has been a really good friend, and honestly, I feel I have cheated him by how far I have gone with Denver.

I do like him a lot, and I felt I needed to do more to show him that he had nothing to be afraid of.

“I am sorry if my recent actions have made you feel in any kind way. You have been a very good friend, and I like you a lot,” I said to him.

My words seem to give him some sort of assurance, as he manages to smile a little.

By now I was done with my food, so I took my plate to the sink to wash.

When I was done, I cleaned off my hands with a towel, and as I made to turn, I bumped right into him.

I was a little startled, as I was not expecting him to be that close. His hand circled my waist as he pulled me closer to himself.

His eyes were soft and pleading as he leaned closer until his lips softly took mine.

Honestly, at first, I wasn’t feeling it, maybe because it felt kind of weird that I was with his brother earlier.

But as his tongue kept exploring every inch of my mouth, I slowly started enjoying it.

He kissed and sucked my lips nicely as our breathing pattern soon paced up, and within seconds I found myself floating in the air.

He had carried me bride-style and was taking me to my room, even though I felt I needed to tell him that he was taking things too far.

But the thought of hurting him with my words kept me mute. He has been a very good friend, and if doing the nasty would tell him how much I appreciated him, then why not?

He slightly kicked my door open, gently lowered me to the bed, and climbed right on between my legs, kissing my face, my neckline, and my partly exposed cleavage.

Even though I felt what I was doing was wrong, I could barely keep my thoughts straight.

Luckily, I heard my front door open, and I assume he heard it too because he got off me at the same moment to adjust himself before his brothers walked in.

There was this awkward silence between everyone in the room as Derrick’s eyes land straight on mine.

“I thought you said you were going out,” Derrick interrogated Devon.

“Yeah, I was and am still going. I only came to ask her if she wanted to go out shopping for things that she might need,” he said nervously while I looked on amazed at how easily he made that up.

“Really? So, what did she say?” Derrick questioned him, from his tone, it was obvious that he did believe what his brother had said.

“She was about to answer me when you both walked in,” he said,

a little nervous now that he was technically asking me to lie for him.

“So, Gina, what were you going to say to him?” Derrick questioned me, dimming his sexy eyes at me.

“That I will only go if all my mates are coming with me,” I said, and at that moment my eyes involuntarily went to Denver.

His cold stare almost made my heart run out of my chest.