Too Many(9)

I wasn’t doing too bad at pretending to be both of us until Dad called me out about an hour after Elijah left. I played it cool and said he had to check on Nellie, which wasn’t a complete lie. He looked at me suspiciously, but I have to wonder if deep down he doesn’t suspect something. After his wedding to Harlow, he sat Elijah and me down to talk to us about her. He said that we were brothers and that no matter what we shouldn’t let a woman come between us. When we both exchanged a look about it, he seemed confused but only for a second. He kept talking about being loyal and sticking together and we got up and patted him on the shoulder as we walked away. I’m not entirely sure how he’s going to feel about the two of us being with Nellie, but it’s just something that he’ll have to be okay with. Above all else he loves us, so it will all work out.

My feet are heavy as I climb the stairs to the loft. There’s a room up here where I can play my video games and there’s a large couch I crash on. The place we bought has enough bedrooms, but I don’t like sleeping in them alone. It was different when Elijah and I shared a dorm room because sleeping in the same room was a necessity. We had different rooms growing up, but I like being close to him. I don’t want to sleep in the same bed or anything, I just don’t want to be too far. Maybe it’s a twin thing, but sometimes he’ll come in here when I’m up late playing and he’ll sleep on the couch.

He has a small room at the end of the hall he stays in sometimes. But the master is the one we’ve been saving for Nellie. I go in there every now and again and just stare at the bed. I picture her in it laid out for us and I get hard. A slight breeze has my cock standing up and ready to go, but when I think of her, I ache everywhere.

I turn on my Xbox and see Harlow is on. I send her a message and she replies that Dad and the baby are asleep in the bed so she’s getting in some playing time before she passes out. I want to lose myself in the game, but a few minutes in and I toss the controller onto the table. I can’t concentrate on anything but Nellie. Doubt plagues me and I wonder if I have her like I want, will this burning desire for her go away? How can I need someone this much?

I lie down on the couch and toss and turn for most of the night. I’m restless as dreams of Nellie and Elijah both haunt and excite me.

Elijah’s voice startles me awake and I see it’s light outside. I rub my face as I check my watch and realize in my exhaustion I must have slept late.

“I called for you over an hour ago to come have breakfast. I thought you were still playing.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I say, rubbing my hand down my face.

“Me too. But just think, after today we won’t want to anymore.” He winks at me and sets a thermos of coffee in front of me before walking out.

I mumble my thanks as I bring it to my lips and take a sip. The warm black beans heat me from the inside and already I’m thinking about seeing Nellie.

After I’ve showered and had some breakfast, Elijah begins to pace. I sit at the breakfast bar and try not to fidget because he’s nervous enough for the both of us.

“If you keep doing that she’s going to have to pick out new flooring,” I say and Elijah stops. He turns to stare at me, but he sighs and then nods as he comes over to sit next to me.

“Why am I so nervous?”

“Because you’re afraid of rejection? You’re afraid that our sick, twisted plan may not work?”

“It’s not sick and twisted,” he defends and rolls his eyes.

“Not to us. But I keep trying to think about what she’s going to tell her mom.”

“Her mom loves us.” Elijah pushes around a tiny crumb on the counter with his finger, not looking at me.

“She does, but she hasn’t had to imagine the two of us tag-teaming her baby girl.” I sigh and shake my head. “She’s going to lose people she cares about if she chooses this.”

“Then they don’t truly care about her and don’t deserve to be in her life.” He looks heated now as he turns his eyes on me.

“I’m not disagreeing with you. I’m merely telling you the stumbling blocks that give me doubt.”

“Well then stop it.”

“Fair enough,” I concede and we smile at one another.

“It could be that she doesn’t love the place. Did you ever think about that?”

I look around our home and shake my head. “That’s where you’re wrong, brother. This is the one thing I know without a doubt that she’ll want.”

“You better be right,” he warns and I shrug.

“Have I been wrong yet?” When he raises an eyebrow at me, I hold my hand up. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

Just as he opens his mouth to respond, there’s a knock at the door.





Chapter Seven





Nellie





My hand pauses before I knock on the thick wooden double doors. Once again I’m stalling. I stayed as long as I could at Harlow’s this morning to put off this moment and I still don’t know what I’m going to do. My heart aches with the mixture of betrayal and longing simmering under my arousal. It’s a throb that’s settled deep inside of me and no matter how much I try and push it away it’s still there.

I tried to fix the ache this morning by touching myself while I was in the shower. I hoped I could make it go away long enough so I could think straight, but I was wrong. My mind kept conjuring up Elijah with his hand between my legs only this time Owen was there too. He stood there watching Elijah have his way with me while he jerked himself off. He had his hand down his pants enjoying what Elijah was doing to me as much as I did. I came, but it was nothing compared to how hard Elijah got me off. In fact, the ache became worse because my body knows what it’s missing now. I have a feeling only their touches will be the cure.