Double The Ache(10)

I shift a little and realize they’re each gripping one of my thighs. I lift the blanket a little and confirm with my eyes. There’s no tenderness between my legs, so I don’t think anything happened. Slowly, I peel my thighs from their hold and I have to swallow back a snort when Wes grunts.

When I’m finally free, I slip down to the end of bed. Seeing my shoes and purse nearby, I grab them before leaving their room. I wonder where Cassie is? I feel like a jerk. How did I end up in bed with her men? My heart feels heavy and I’m not sure if it’s the guilt about Cassie, or if it’s the despondence that they belong to someone else. How could they still take me into their bed while they have someone? That’s not who I thought they were.

My question of where Cassie went is answered when I enter into the living room. I spot her moving around in the kitchen. The woman she said is her sister is sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Hi,” Cassie chirps, turning to look at me, spatula in hand.

“Hey.” My face burns with embarrassment, but she doesn’t seem mad at me for some odd reason. “Sorry about last night.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Her eyebrows draw together in confusion.

Maybe they’re in an open relationship or something.

“I’m making breakfast. Want to join us?” she asks.

“I really need to be going,” I tell her. She glances down the hall at where I came from.

“Do the boys know you’re leaving?”

Her sister has a smirk on her face, but I have no idea what’s happening here. Also, how could anyone call those two “boys”?

“Let them know for me,” I rush to say as I make my way to the front door.

“Amelia.” I hear her call out after me, but I’ve already got the door open.

“Later!” I shout as I dart out the door.

I fumble in my purse, looking for my keys, and it takes me a second to find them and slide them into the door. I barely get it open before I hear my name being shouted again. This time, it’s louder and coming from what sounds like two very angry men. I manage to lock my door right before the pounding starts.





Chapter Six





Dean





“You keep beating on the door like that and it’s a sure way to get her to keep it closed.”

I turn around, surprised to see Emma behind us. She’s got her arms crossed and she stares at us like we’re idiots.

“Give her a second. She just woke up in a strange place with two strange men.”

“We’re not strange,” I say defensively.

“Okay, how about intimidating?” she revises.

I look to Wes, who shrugs like she’s got a point, and I shake my head. Turning back to Amelia’s door, I place my hand on it and try to sound calm.

“Hey, we’re sorry for scaring you. Come have breakfast with us. You can meet our sisters and eat some food.”

“Sisters?” I hear a muffled squeak on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, Cassie and Emma,” I say, waiting on her to open the door. But after a few beats nothing happens.

“I told you guys to give her some space,” Emma says, throwing up her hands and going back into our house.

“We just wanted to make sure you got home safe last night. Nothing happened. If you open the door I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Liar,” Amelia and Wes say at the exact same time.

I smile and wink at Wes. I’m totally lying, but I want to get her to open the door.

“We have coffee,” Wes says, and the lock on the door flips.

After a second the door opens and her soft brown eyes peek out. “Coffee?”

I’m instantly relieved when I can lay my eyes on her again. When she sees the two of us her eyes travel down to our bare chests and it takes all my restraint to not flex for her. I want her to think I look good without my shirt on.

“Coffee,” Wes confirms and nods.

He’s always been a man of few words until you really get to know him. Then he talks a little more, but always gets to the point.

“Okay, but let me change,” she says, looking up and down our bodies again.

Fuck, I’m gonna get hard with her eyes on me, and these gray joggers are going to do nothing to hide it.

“You’ve got three minutes,” I say.

“I’ll come over when I’m finished,” she promises, but I shake my head.

“We’re waiting. Now you’ve got two minutes and fifty-two seconds.”

“Eek!” She slams the door.

I hear loud noises coming from the other side of the door and I look at Wes, who shrugs. I don’t actually count the seconds, I just wanted her to take us seriously.

After what must be three minutes, she opens the door looking just as beautiful as she did last night. Her blonde hair is in a messy bun and she’s got on a cropped sweatshirt and low-hanging joggers. The band of skin that’s showing on her belly is almost enough to make me fall to my knees just so I can smell it.

“Goddamn,” Wes mutters next to me, and this time I’m the one without words.

“Someone said something about coffee.” She smiles and it hits me right in the chest.

I clear my throat as we walk across the hall and into our place. I close the door firmly behind her and flip the lock. I don’t want her getting away so easily again.