Too Many(10)

But it’s all a fantasy and I know it could never be a reality. I just wish my stupid heart would listen to me. I can’t pick between them and I know I can't have both.

I think maybe I’ve gone too long without trying to date, or maybe I need to get away from the two of them. After spending the morning at Harlow’s and holding her little boy my need is only worse.

I need to square my shoulders and grab a hold of this. This is how I get through life and this should be no different. I’m going to put it out there that even though something happened with Elijah, it has to stop. If we ignore whatever this is, it will go away. I’ve got a carefully made plan laid out in my mind, but the second the door opens it all vanishes.

Standing there is Owen looking big and strong and incredible. I take a breath but don’t get a word out before he grabs my hand and pulls me into the house.

He slams the door shut behind me and I take a step back when he leans in close. His hand reaches out over my shoulder and I freeze, unsure of what’s happening. The lock clicks into place beside me and there’s a finality to it.

“I gave you a key,” Elijah says from behind Owen, but I can’t see him.

Elijah gave me a key a few weeks ago when we talked about me coming by and seeing their new place. I knew it was a house, I just didn't know it was the kind you raise a family in. It’s so close to Harlow and Hank I could have walked from their house if I wanted to.

“I thought it would be rude to just use it since I knew you’d be home.” I lick my lips as Owen moves in closer.

“That key is yours,” Owen clips, and I tilt my head up to look at him.

I want to feel his lips against mine so badly. He still has his hand on the door over my shoulder, making no move to step back and let me in. In fact, he pushes in a little and there’s nowhere for me to go. He smells of honey and vanilla and I wonder if it’s his shampoo or something he ate for breakfast. Either way, he smells good—too good.

“You can use it anytime you want.” He licks his lips and I can’t take my eyes off his mouth.

“It only seems fair since Elijah has one of mine and let himself right on in.” I try and sound like I’m mad, but my nipples tighten and the ache inside of me grows. I don’t know how it can get bigger, but it does.

“I should’ve come with him. Would you have let me watch him play with you?” My breath hitches and my face flushes with heat. “But I would have gotten down on my knees to get a taste. I wouldn’t have been able to help myself.”

“Oh God.” My pussy throbs and my panties cling to me.

“You should let him eat it now, baby girl. He missed out last night.”

Elijah says it as casually as “can I get you a cup of coffee” and not as though he’s saying I should let his brother go down on me. It wasn't hours ago he was making me come and he doesn't sound jealous in the least. I don’t know what to do and I wonder if it’s because he doesn't care or that he’s into the idea of watching his brother get me off.

Owen drops to his knees in front of me and I don’t move. What’s happening? This can’t be real.

“That’s a pretty dress you wore for us, baby girl.” Elijah has me looking up from Owen reaching under my dress.

I always wear dresses when I can, but I’d be a liar if I didn't admit I picked out this dress with them in mind, including the heels. I felt sexy in them, plus I knew I was going to need the extra height. I guess I was wrong because Owen’s on his knees in front of me while Elijah’s sitting in a chair with his leg kicked out like he’s watching a show. His hand rubs against his jeans over his very evident erection.

“We can’t do this,” I whisper as Owen’s hand slips under my dress to pull my panties down my legs. I say the words, but as I feel the panties reach my ankles I brace myself on Owen’s broad shoulders to step out of them.

“You’ll let me do anything I want to this body, won’t you, sweet girl?” My eyes drift down to Owen and I nod in agreement. “Elijah, too.”

“I want you both,” I admit.

Saying it out loud for them to hear feels good and a weight I didn’t know was there is lifted.

“We want you, too, baby girl,” Elijah says, and I hear the sound of his jeans unzipping.

“Lift up the dress and show me how wet you are,” Owen prompts.

“Legs spread,” Elijah adds.

“Shirts off,” I blurt out, widening my legs a little and reaching for the hem of my dress. I want to see them, too. Without question they both pull their shirts over their heads and toss them away. “Oh my.” I relax into the door as my knees begin to feel weak.

My eyes travel over their thick chests on full display. They aren't fit from spending hours in the gym but from actual manual labor. I suddenly feel small thinking of being between the two of them.

“Dress,” Elijah demands as Owen grips my hips under my dress, and I do as I’m told.

I begin to raise it up, but before I even get it a few inches, Owen is lifting me off the ground and tossing me over his shoulder. I let out a gasp of surprise as he storms down a hallway.

“I want room to work, and her back on our bed,” Owen says.

I’m pretty sure he’s talking to Elijah and not me. I feel us go up some stairs and Elijah follows us, but my hair hides most everything but his feet.