38. Zeke
Zeke
We’ve tackled the first two hurdles, and fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
We’ve finally gotten her to admit that she’s not dating Sam, and she’s in our fucking house, where she belongs.
If we have anything to do with it, she won’t be leaving either.
We’ve already talked about plans to renovate the upstairs master bedroom and make it larger to accommodate the four of us.
If Selena would’ve had her way, she would still be hiding in her bedroom, but there was no way in hell I was letting that happen. That any of us were going to let her run from us again. The only way she’s going to be running is if it’s down the aisle to the three of us on our wedding day.
It took some coaxing, but we now have her on the couch. She’s sitting with her back propped against some pillows with her sexy little feet resting on a pillow in my lap. I’m attempting to massage them as she works her hardest to pull them out of my grip.
"Stop fighting me." I press my thumbs gently into the arch of her foot, hitting a spot that has her letting out a moan. A sound that immediately has my cock hard. Thank God for the pillow.
"I'm not fighting you,” she huffs.
"You absolutely are." Then I let my tongue drag lazily across my lower lip. “If you keep making sounds like that I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
"I hate you,” she grumbles under her breath as both Eli and Jay stifle their laughs.
"No, you hate that my cock’s not buried deep inside you. But don’t worry, Cupcake, you can have me any time you want."
"Whatever." She crosses her arms over her chest and presses her lips firmly together.
Victory. Sweet, sweet victory. Only the spoils of my winning will come when I’m balls deep inside her.
I glance to my right, at Jay, who has her laptop balanced on his lap while he works through a list of software she reluctantly handed over earlier. He decided to make her life easier and set up her laptop for her. He just didn’t know what programs she needed for her accounting business.
Our woman is stubborn, and it took a lot of back and forth and being irritated with trying to set up her laptop herself for her to give in to Jay and hand over the information he needed.
He’s like a kid in a candy store now. He thinks because she’s given up personal information to him that he has a leg up with her.
Every few minutes he clicks something and announces another successful installation. I can see the way his face lights up when she gives him a smile and a few words of gratitude. My twin is eating this shit up. And I’m here for it.
"Done," he whoops, shutting the laptop and leaning forward to place it on the table.
“With everything?” she asks uncertainly.
“Sure am, Babygirl. Now tomorrow, when you’re feeling better, you can get back to work making that money, doing what you’re good at.”
"And how do you know I’m good at it?" she questions him.
He goes to answer, but she starts coughing, having to sit upright when she does it. She goes to move her feet off my lap, but I grip them tighter.
“I,” she starts to cough again. “Need to get something to drink.”
Eli stands, “No, you don’t. I got it. What do you want?”
She shakes her head, her hand covering her mouth. “I can do it.”
“And Eli says he can get it for you. He can even get something for all of us while he’s up,” I interject, not letting her move her feet an inch.
She sits there for a couple of minutes, moving her glares between the three of us, as she continues to try and remove her feet from my lap. Finally, realizes we’re not giving in, and she lets out a heavy sigh.
“Water’s fine.” She bites her bottom lip. “Gatorade if you have it. Orange preferably.”
"Anything you want, Princess. Your wish is my command." Eli makes a production of giving her a dramatic bow, like he were some prince in some Disney movie.
“Kiss up,” Jay sneers as he throws the pillow from beside him right at Eli’s head, then starts laughing.
“Asshole,” Eli sneers at the same time, and Selena begins to laugh softly. Our gaze locks in on her immediately.
The smile fades from her face as she sees us looking at her. "What?"
"Nothing," Eli says.
I shrug, unable to voice a complete thought.
"We just like hearing you laugh." Jay finally speaks for the three of us.
Her cheeks turn pink, and damn if it’s not becoming my most favorite thing to see. The next thing would be to hear those delicious sounds coming from her mouth as she orgasms.
Eli clears his throat, “Okay, off to get our drinks. Think about what you want to watch while I’m gone.” He leans over and kisses the top of her head, leaving her stunned, before leaving the room.
“So, Cupcake, what are you thinking? Do we want to watch a show or a movie? Horror, comedy or romance?”
She shrugs.
"Anything’s fine."
Eli leans forward and gives her an ‘I need an answer’ look.
“Really, I don’t care.” Then she points a warning finger at the two of us. "Just no sports. The movie can have some sports but no games, recorded games or highlight reels."
We immediately burst out laughing.
"What?" she asks.
"You're speaking to the choir," I tell her. "The only one who actually follows sports is Jay."
Jay tilts his head to the side and nods his head, before leaning back.
“Here you go, Princess.” Eli hands her an orange Gatorade, then hands both Jay and me a beer. “And don’t lie to our woman. We don’t hate sports.”
"Fine. Jay is the avid watcher. While Eli and I support our hometown teams," I clarify for her.
"But if we miss a game? The world keeps spinning," Eli adds. “Well, except for Jay; he has a mini meltdown and throws a fit like our two-year-old cousin.”
Selena gives us the honor of hearing her delicious laughter again.
"You three are insane.” She takes a swallow of her drink and damn if I wish my cock were the bottle and her lips were wrapped around it.
"Accurate," Jay says.
"Documented fact," Eli says as he sits back down and picks up the remote. “Okay, so what are we watching?” When no one answers, he finally puts on some reality dating show taking place in Fiji. Obviously not wanting anything too serious after all that’s happened.
“Thank you,” Selena says softly.
"For what?" I ask.
She glances between the three of us.
"For saving me. I know it’s your job, but thank you. For saving the picture of my father. The laptop. Clothes. Everything really."
"Princess, you might as well accept that we’ll do anything for you." Eli’s voice is soft as he speaks to her.
"And we're not going anywhere." I give her foot a squeeze while I wait for her to soak in what I just said.
She blinks, just before she lifts her hand to wipe at her eyes. She thinks we don’t know she was beginning to cry. Not tears of sadness, but happiness.
“Now on to our show,” Eli says, cutting through the moment we were having.
We spend the next couple of hours arguing about contestants we don't know while Selena slowly relaxes against the pillow behind her, melting into it. At some point Jay gets up, leaving the room only to return with a blanket and places it over her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
At some point she stops making comments and becomes quieter, and shifts her body down on the couch so her head is resting on the pillow. She’s pulled the blanket up so high she basically has her head covered. Reaching over, I take hold of the blanket and pull it down enough I can see her face.
She's asleep.
One hand is tucked beneath her cheek while the other is resting on the pillow right beside her face.
Eli picks up the remote and lowers the volume on the television.
"Fuck, she’s cute," Eli whispers.
“Let’s put her in bed so she can rest better,” Jay says.
I lift her feet enough to slide out from underneath them and stand up.
Carefully, I slide an arm beneath her knees and another behind her back and pick her up.
She barely stirs as I lift her. God, she’s so light.
She barely weighs anything. Her head settles against my shoulder, and she lets out a little whimper.
Eli’s already moving, heading in the direction of her room, while Jay walks just ahead of me. When we get to her room, Eli already has her comforter pulled back. I lower her gently onto the mattress and cover her up. She shifts slightly and settles deeper into the pillow, but she doesn’t wake.
Jay steps around me and brushes a strand of hair away from her face.
I don’t know how long we just stand there looking at her. She’s in our house; now we just need to get her in our bed.
“She’s beautiful,” slips softly from my lips.
“She’s ours,” Eli says, and both Jay and I nod in agreement.