Double The Ache(6)

I’m not sure Nelson has the same code as me, because he’s clearly trying to get Cassie’s attention.

After a few hours I drop down into one of the sofas in the VIP area. I think my night is coming to an end. My eyes feel heavy. Dean and Wes both take a seat next to me, one on each side. I feel my eyes growing heavy as exhaustion and drink try to pull me under.

“Just going to close my eyes for a moment,” I mumble.

My head falls onto Dean’s shoulder and I feel Wes’s hand on my thigh. His finger strokes me back and forth, the touch soothing and making me feel even sleepier.

“We got you.”



That’s the last thing I remember before I’m shooting up in bed. I glance around, with no idea where I am, but I immediately know who I’m with. On one side is Wes and the other side, Dean. Sunlight pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and I realize I’m in their place. In their gigantic bed.

I swallow, trying to remember how I got here, but it’s all blank. Nothing.

I’m still in the dress I wore the night before, but Wes and Dean are both shirtless. I close my eyes and open them again to make sure I’m not dreaming.

Nope. Still here.

I try pinching myself, but that just stings and doesn’t change my surroundings. My hands itch to reach out and touch them both. I want to run my fingers along their chests, but I shake my head and get myself under control.

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.

When we walk into the kitchen, Emma and Cassie are plating up food. Amelia follows them into the dining room, and Wes and I take a seat on either side of her.

“This is a ton of food,” Amelia says, her eyes wide as she stares at the table.

“We’re growing boys,” I say and wink at her. Her cheeks pinken a little and she turns her focus to the napkin in her lap.

“There. I think that’s everything,” Emma says, placing the coffee on the table. “You guys enjoy.”

“Wait, you two are leaving?” Amelia says to her and Cassie.

Cassie grabs her bag off the bar in the kitchen and slings it over her shoulder. “Yeah, Emma and I live in Los Angeles. We come visit our brothers when we’ve got a free weekend at the same time. This was just a quick visit to say congratulations on another great season.” She looks over at Emma, who’s got an overnight bag on her shoulder, too. “You ready?”

“Yep. Thanks again for a fun night. It was really great meeting you, Amelia. I hope we’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

The two of them smile and wave goodbye as they leave. When the door clicks, we’re finally alone and excited anticipation rolls over me.

“So, they’re your sisters?” she asks, not looking at either of us.

Wes grabs the coffee and pours her some while I take her plate and start piling it with food.

“Yes. Now, would you like to explain why you ran out on us this morning?” I ask.

“Umm.” She takes a big bite of eggs. She’s stalling for time.

“Were you trying to get away from us?” Wes asks. His voice has changed and I can tell he’s excited, too. The woman we’ve both been waiting on is in between us right now.

“Not necessarily,” she hedges, and we both wait for her to clarify. “I just remember being at the club and then nothing else after. I woke up in a strange bed with two men I don’t know and I wasn’t sure what happened. Can’t a woman have a second to get her thoughts together?”

“We like to cuddle,” I say, reaching out and tucking a loose hair behind her ear so I can see her face better.

“Oh,” she says, and the color of her cheeks deepens. “Do you? Um, I mean, do the two of you, um…cuddle with one another?”

I let out a bark of laughter at the way she’s phrasing the question. “Wes and I sleep in the same bed, but no, we don’t cuddle with one another. We have a really strong bond. One that we hope to share with you one day.”

She snaps her head up to look at me, and her soft brown eyes are filled with more questions after my bold statement.

“You don’t even know me,” she whispers, then looks away.