I cannot believe Forrest! Every warning my dad has ever given me about boys flashed through my mind. Rationally I knew I should have shoved his hand away when he started to go under my skirt. Yet I didn’t.
I didn’t try to move his hand or stop him till he moved to touch between my legs. And well, I only stopped him then because we were in class. I could barely keep it together when he was feeling my leg. I don’t think I’d have managed if he touched me there.
These boys brought out something in me I didn’t know was there. I was glad he at least stopped when I told him to. He respected my boundaries, and I can only think so would his brothers. He said they would, which was so weird. How could each of them seem so okay with this?
It’s not normal. I may not have experience with boys, but I know this situation isn’t normal. It’s strange that none of them get jealous, just now when Darius pulled me to him and snuck a kiss against my temple. Forrest didn’t bat an ey
I have never liked Brant Jones. Not even in kindergarten. He was a little shit back then, and he only grew into being a giant asshole. I was barely able to pay attention for the rest of the 6th period. I kept finding myself rereading the texts for Riko. He had the guts to ask her that. To proposition her. He deserved so much more than her slapping him. I hope she left a mark. Principal Walters better punish Brant. If he doesn’t, I don’t care if Brant’s dad’s a senator. Mine will bury them in legal battles. I bet there are enough students, past and present, that would be willing to file against Brant for sexual harassment in his four years here at Ravenwood. And it won’t just be Brant I see facing legal action if Walters lets him have ANOTHER free pass to harass female students. Walters and this whole school district would pay if it came to that. Yes, I know that I am only entertaining taking action because it’s affecting Riko is bullshit
I found myself rereading the text from Elijah. Riko had detention for slapping the little shit, and Brant was suspended as this was just another in a long line of sexual harassment misconduct. I didn’t like she had detention for it, but at least Brant was getting what he deserved. But he deserves much worse. I felt terrible about the damn rumors going around about her. It was our fault. If we’d not all pursued her, if we’d just ignored the attraction to her, she’d not be in this mess. But we can’t change the past. Just must keep moving forward. And there is no going back. I don’t think any of us could go back even if it’s only been two days. I know we all like the way we feel when with her, too much to walk away. We grew up on stories about our parents falling in love. About how they’d been friends, they never initially saw each other as a possibility. Yet in high school, dad started to see mom in a new light, she’s older than him, and h
Trigonometry had been uncomfortable. Everyone was stealing glances at me. I thought it was bad enough when they looked at me and judged me because of the brothers. They all knew I slapped Brant and probably speculated on why and naturally blamed me since Brant is one of them, and I'm the new girl. It pissed me off. But all my anger and uncertainty faded when Darius called out to me, and I saw him. These boys were doing something to me. For as much as they riled me up and made me feel things I never have, they also soothed me and centered me. That's weird to feel this way about anyone after only a single day. I wish mom were alive to ask. I wish I had asked when I was little about how she fell for dad. And I don't think I can ask dad. He wouldn't like that I'm interested in any boy, let alone three at once. Being there with Darius, I felt like we fit. The same way I felt when I was with Elijah or Forrest. What's wrong
There were a handful of students in detention. We were all separated around the room. So, I didn't get to sit with Cassidy. I tried to focus on homework, but it was useless. All I could think about was the triplets and their lips on mine. They'd even managed to make me forget about my father. Though it felt short-lived as I walked with Cassidy to the front entrance to see my father in full uniform, waiting with a stern expression on his face. "Um… I'll see you tomorrow Riko,” Cassidy said, giving me a piece of paper. "My number in case,” she whispered, hurrying to a woman that looked just like her but in her forties. "Hey, mom,” she smiled. The red-haired woman didn't look amused. "Cassidy London Summers, get in the car. You can explain on the way home,” the woman sighed, pointing. Cassidy sheepishly waved to me and left with her mom. My father didn't say a word. He just gave me the same look he's given airmen for decades when they screw
Practice went well, though some of my teammates were wary of talking freely around me, even more so when they saw my brothers hanging out in the bleachers. Probably for the best as those that spent practice silent beyond necessary. After all, they are friends with that dickweed Brant, and our girl got him suspended. He deserves it, not just for harassing Riko but for all next to me but I know my brothers were worried about Riko, just like me, being in detention and how her father might react to it all. We only caught a glimpse of him in the parking lot. He was easy to spot and not just because he was with Riko. He was dressed in the crisp navy color uniform of an air force officer. His jacket breast was decorated with patches and metal badges with what I’m guessing were symbols for his rank at the collar. Riko had only painted him as this stern figurehead. He wasn’t the tallest man I’d seen. He barely stood three inches taller than Riko,
I don’t know what Forrest was thinking about during dinner. After dad tried to assure us, we’d find serious girlfriends. You know the kind you can have a future with. He was quiet; something just looked off about his expression. It was some weird mixture of happy, confused, hopeful, and frustrated, which left me feeling just confused. We can generally always read each other's faces. It’s like we practically share thoughts. After we finished our homework, I had to wait until after dinner before trying to find out. I knew Forrest wouldn’t open up if our parents were in earshot. We liked to keep our secrets. And I’m guessing whatever was up it had to do with our Riko. Yes, I’m calling her ours. We may not like to think or treat her as a secret she is. Our parents wouldn’t get it; no one else would, and I could care less. The only person who needs to be okay with it and get it is Riko. As we trudged up the stairs to our shared room, I locked t
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
I wanted to let everyone that doesn't follow me on social media know about an announcement for The Princes of Ravenwood. This book is now available in paperback on Amazon! You can find it by searching The Princes of Ravenwood by Bryant.The paperback and kindle versions do not include the bonus scenes here and on my website. If you follow me on social media in the next month or so will do a giveaway of signed copies.You can find me on social media @ Author Bryant. Not just for giveaways but news about upcoming books in this and my werewolf series.
Growing up as a military brat, I didn’t have too many holiday traditions. Unlike my husbands, who every year growing up knew they would go cut down a tree, and they’d go to the trellis lights event. We moved enough that it was hard to maintain traditions. But there was one that even after mom died, we kept alive. Cookies.I don’t have a lot of memories of my mom, but I do remember that every Christmas eve, no matter where in the world we were, she’d have me in the kitchen with her to bake cookies for Santa.Cranberry white chocolate and walnut jam thumbprint cookies were my mom’s go-to. I think because we could get the ingredients no matter where we lived.And since having our kids, I get to share that tradition. So right now, our kitchen is abuzz with activity. Elijah and I are working with Hikari, Saki, and Akio to make cookies. Darius is holding Ryū while Forrest is taking pictures.As an early gift, my dad ordered l
My brothers and I are still reeling from how things went at the trellis lighting event. I mean, yes, the fact our sweet Hikari pushed another kid was jarring. And that kid’s mother… Joanie Walker was a piece of work. But all of that faded as the event progressed. All for the unlikely flirting between Reese and Don.When I invited Don to meet up with us at the event, I never would have guessed he’d hit it off with Reese in a million years. He’s certainly not her usual type. I’m not putting him down or anything. Don’s a great guy.I’ve never seen Reese even look twice at a guy who couldn’t at least stand a chance in an arm-wrestling match against her. Reese just came out of a bad breakup where the insecurities of lesser men once again got in the way. I don’t want Don to be a rebound.I just don’t know how to broach the subject with him or with Reese. I decided today I should just clear the ai
I have loved going to the waterfront for the light-up event since I was a kid. I loved it even more, when we started bringing Riko with us. Even if we got looks and people whispered about us. Those whispers didn’t get better after we started having kids. But I will never let the opinions of others impede my enjoyment of the event. As I was unloading the van, I felt arms wrap around me and literally lift me off the ground in a bear hug. “Hey, cousin!” Clay greeted, squeezing me harder. I rolled my eyes because this is just how my cousin is. He wants a reaction to indicate that he’s stronger than me. Which okay, he is. Like his father, Clay works hard in the construction company and has won some bodybuilding competitions. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s stronger than me. “Put my Bampás down,” Saki glared up at Clay and kicked him in the ankle. I snickered at my little girl coming to my rescue. “You gonna make me, p
In our family, there are only three traditions. The big holiday party at Frost manor has been a tradition since well the estate was built. But it was primarily a big deal in Hazel Frost’s day. It’s a big deal with the whole family and the influential people that run in the Frost social circle.Eye Roll! I could care less about rubbing elbows with politicians, lawyers, movie stars, and business owners of fortune 500 companies. They are not my style. And not really my brothers’ style either. We’ve been lucky the last few years to decline the invite because we have little ones. Before the kids, we didn’t get much choice but always ducked out early with Riko.The last time we went was the party the year we got married. We left after I decked Brant Jones for pinching Riko’s ass and asking if she’d like to give hi
When my husbands said they had a spa day planned, they really meant it. My day started with a body wrap, manicure and pedicure, facial, and then a couples massage where thankfully the staff didn’t say a word that it was me and all three of my husbands. I appreciated the lack of judgment.After our massages, my husbands sent me to change into an outfit of their choosing. I was a little concerned it would be something dirty and scandalous. But I found a beautiful sleeveless wrap dress with a flutter hem in a blush pink with floral print hanging in the changing room.I, of course, spoke too soon about the nothing scandalous part as I found a soft pink floral applique longline demi-bra and thong set where my maternity bra and panties had been. I sig
This getaway was more needed than I wanted to admit. I miss my children. God, I miss them. And that's why I feel like a terrible mother because a large part of me is happy to be away from them. Maybe I should see my therapist like my loving husbands have been suggesting since before Thanksgiving. I haven't wanted to admit it. But maybe I really do have postpartum depression. I don't want to feel this way. It isn't good for me. And it's not fair to my kids, especially Ryū. Why am I contemplating my mental health while wrapped in the warm, loving arms of Forrest at five in the morning? Because I woke up to my breasts aching, needing to be pumped, fighting my tears at how much I miss my baby. "Riko? Baby? What's wrong?" Forrest's groggy voice question
The glass-bottom boat was really cool. Getting that view of all the sea life in waters deeper than we were snorkeling earlier. We got some more great pictures to show the kids and other family members when we get back.I know Cassidy was miffed that we were going on this trip. Not that she said anything to us, but Collin grumbled about showing him up. I told him to step his game up. Can’t keep doing the same shit. He needs to keep her on her toes.Tonight we shared another dinner on the terrace of the villa together. We have a plan for tomorrow that will knock our wife’s socks off. And with luck, everything else she’s wearing. This was a getaway to remember. Great views, great food, and even better company. Yet, I still miss the kids. We’ll have t
I miss my kids. I miss waking up to my girls jumping on my bed shouting for me to get up before they eat all the cocoa puffs. I love those little hellions. They are so mine it’s not funny. Not to say I don’t miss my boys. Hikari and his sweet smile and a big hug when I would get downstairs. I miss Ryū so damn much. His sweet baby smell and the weight of his little body as he slept on my chest. “Get up.” Darius grunted, shoving me out of bed. “Why are you and Elijah so mean. I’m going to enjoy not waking up to either of you tomorrow.” I grumbled, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What, I thought you’d be missing your violent wake-up call from the twins. I’m not jumping on the bed, so this is the best you get.” Darius taunted that same devious gleam in his eyes our girls often have. I sighed and rolled