Double The Ache

“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?”