Too Many(7)

Owen and I felt that way the whole time we were in college. We never wanted to put down roots at school or even make friends. We knew the second we had those diplomas in our hands that we could finally go to Nellie and make her see that we were worthy of her. That we could provide the life she dreams of and that we can support the family we want to have with her.

Nellie has big dreams and we want to make all of them come true. But we understand that being with both of us might be overwhelming. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me at first. What man wants to share his wife, let alone share her with his flesh and blood brother? But Owen is my other half, the part of me that’s calm, analytical, and measured. As stupid as it sounds, we complete the other and the two of us make a whole. I can’t imagine my life without him beside me every single day. We haven’t ever spent a day apart, so why would we start now?

The day we met her we looked at one another and it was set in stone. She would be the one to make us a family and be our wife. We just have to convince her to love the both of us at once. Shouldn’t be too hard.

I want to roll my eyes at myself when I think about how delusional we were. I knew it wouldn’t be so easy, but Owen kept telling me that it was meant to be.

I touch my mouth and I’m reminded of what it felt like to have her lips on mine. Her body was soft and supple against me as my tongue touched her. I reach down and adjust my cock that’s becoming painfully trapped in my jeans.

She wanted to push me away, I felt that at first. But in the blink of an eye she was the one pulling me closer and taking more. The little sounds she made as she opened up had my cock dripping in my boxer briefs. I was ready to fuck her right then and there, but I wanted my brother to have his taste.

Deep down inside I have a feeling she’s thinking about running. If I know her like I think I do, she’s getting scared of what just happened and she’s probably embarrassed that she let it happen. There’s no damn way I’m letting her slip through our fingers, so she can get that out of her head.

Right now, I’m going to her place, and I’m going to smooth this over. I might get another taste of what belongs to us before I go, but I’m not leaving until she gives in. She might not be able to agree on being with both of us right away, but I’ll settle for her promise that she’s coming over tomorrow. I know Nellie, and if she gives her word, then she’ll stand by it. She snuck out of that party tonight so she didn’t have to face us and so she wouldn’t have to lie. That loophole is about to be closed up tight.





Chapter Five





Nellie





I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling. I thought a bath would relax me, but I still feel as wound up as when I left the party, and I know I’m never going to be able to sleep tonight. It’s not even close to bedtime, but I lie here on the mattress, unmoving. My mind replays the kisses and I wonder how something that feels so right can be wrong. What would it be like if both of them were there watching me and taking turns? Or one of them was kissing my mouth while the other kissed other places?

I scold myself for that train of thought and release a long breath. I debate sliding my hands between my legs to try and take away some of this restlessness, but I know where my mind would go.

I should get up and try to get lost in work, but I know all I’ll do is work on their remodel. I’ve already come up with photo boards of ideas they might like, but it would be helpful if they’d let me see the place. They’ve been keeping it from me for some reason, but at least I’ll get to see it tomorrow.

Maybe I should cancel? I’ve been pounding that idea out since I ran from the party. It’s so unlike me because I never run from a challenge. It’s how I graduated at the top of my class and how I own my own interior design company at such a young age. I strive to be the best at everything and I take things head-on. I kept my chin up and my nose out of places it didn't belong. I’m not about making messes. I want to put people’s lives together. With my desire for Elijah and Owen, I could rip it all apart.

I roll over and pick up my phone. I powered it off after I got home because I had a fear that they’d try and call me or send texts. I was worried they’d demand to know where I’d gone, but part of me worried that they wouldn’t notice I left. When I turn on my phone, I’m relieved that there are messages. I’m so tempted to click them, but I put my phone back down knowing I’ll give in to temptation and respond. I don’t know what the right thing to say would be, but what I don't want to do is say something I’ll regret. Why does this have to be so hard?

The past few years have been hard enough and now it’s like we’ve come to a point where something has to give. I want to tell myself to move on, but it’s never worked before. Maybe when I see them with someone else it will help me get there. The idea rips at my soul and I know it’s messed up on my part. I’m upset about them seeing other women, but here I am, making out with them.

A loud bang on my front door has me sitting up in bed.

“Nellie. I know you’re in there,” Elijah bellows.

Not only does he know I’m here, but everyone else in the building knows it, too. I throw my feet over the side of the bed as he keeps banging on the door. I know he won’t stop until I answer because Elijah is a bulldozer. Owen is the one with a little more finesse, but both of these things work on me.