Too Many(5)

“God, Nellie, you really have no idea, do you?” He shakes his head and I can tell he’s fighting a laugh. I don't get what’s so funny. If anything, he should be more irritated than me.

I can actually feel the twins closing in with each second and I don’t want to have a blow-up at their party. I’m already on the verge of tears at this point having listened to their dad talk about them. Today’s for celebrating and they should enjoy it because they worked their asses off to get here. Like with Harlow and me being raised by our moms together under the same roof, all of our achievements were theirs because our successes are important to them. Family is important and you don’t let anyone rock that.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Owen says to Luke as he comes up to my side. His arm brushes against mine and there’s an edge to his normally calm tone. I guess my chance of escaping is out for now.

“You need a drink, baby girl?” Elijah wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his big body. They might not play sports anymore, but they’re still doing something. They were always big, but college took them to a whole new level. They’re solid all over and I have to fight not to turn my head and bury my face in Elijah’s chest. I miss the days when he’d wrap his arm around me and it was totally okay. Now my body lights up with a need I don’t understand. Why can’t I have this attraction to anyone else but these two?

My mind screams for me to push the thoughts away, but the two of them always come to mind when I lie in bed at night touching myself. It’s the only way I can get off, and even then I know it isn't enough.

“Nellie made me an offer I couldn't refuse,” Luke says, answering Owen. I can feel tension roll off the twins as Elijah’s arm wraps around me tighter.

“I could use a drink.” I dip down a little to get out of Elijah’s hold and his arm falls from me as I dart between all of them.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I know I won’t be in the middle of it. Elijah and Owen clearly aren't on board with me dating someone, and Luke is all about poking them. The man has balls, I’ll give him that.

I head for the kitchen to get something to drink but don’t make it. Elijah snags me by the elbow and tugs me into a bathroom. He kicks the door closed behind us and moves in close.

“What are you doing?” I look up at him and I can’t read his face.

He takes a step toward me and I take one back and then another until I’m up against the wall. He looks pissed, but there’s something else in his expression—something I can’t read. My heart starts to pound in my chest, but I’m not scared. My nipples tighten as my body starts to tingle and heat up.

“This,” he says just before his mouth crashes down on mine.

He steals my breath for a moment and I put my hands on his chest with the intention of pushing him away. But just as I try to find the strength, I melt against him and my fingers dig into his shirt. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and his kiss holds nothing back. He takes what he wants and the deep rumble that comes from him vibrates through my whole body.

When he pulls back I’m breathless and in a daze, with the taste of cinnamon in my mouth. “Don’t try and leave with that man.” Elijah issues the warning and I want to tell him I’ll do anything I want, but Owen’s face comes to my mind and guilt hits me hard.

“This is wrong.” I lick my lips, still tasting Elijah, but he doesn’t look regretful in the least.

“This”—he motions between us—“will never be wrong. Get used to it, baby girl.” With that, he leaves and closes the bathroom door behind him.

I stand there in shock because I can’t believe that just happened. It felt so good but wrong at the same time. Why do I feel like I just betrayed Owen?

As if my mind conjures him, Owen steps inside the bathroom. The same way his brother did, he kicks the door shut. I stand up a little straighter, wondering if my lips are swollen from the kiss and if Owen will be able to tell. I’m still leaning up against the wall because without it I would fall over.

“I want a taste, too,” Owen says as he moves in front of me. “You're going to give me one because I’ve waited long enough.”

As Elijah did, Owen drops his mouth to mine, but his kiss is soft as his hands dig into my hair. He pulls me into him and he tastes like warm honey. His hard cock presses into me and I moan, wanting more than a kiss as I try and move against him.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead to mine and our breathing is ragged. Again, this somehow seems so wrong and yet so right. I kissed Elijah less than a minute ago and my heart wants to rip in half.

“We’re going to let this settle in your mind, sweetheart.” He gives me another kiss, but this time it's only a brush of his lips against mine before he leaves.

I stumble over to the sink and look at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I look like I just made out with two different men. I close my eyes and try to pull myself together. I can’t come between two brothers and there’s no way I can choose. I’ll have to savor these kisses as my one stolen moment with each of them.

I take out my phone and request a car. I can’t go back out there and I need to get myself together. Tomorrow when I go to see them at their new place I’ll tell them it can never happen again. I square my shoulders when I see my car is almost here. I try to fix my hair so it doesn't look like someone had their hands in it. Or someones. I need to come out of this bathroom looking as normal as possible.