Page 217 of Double Daddies
When they are gone, I let out a deep sigh. Last night was incredible. The way they touched me, held me, made me feel cherished and wanted. But now, in the light of day, I can't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. I'm falling for both of them, and the thought is equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.
I walk into their massive kitchen and find them standing at the stove. Elijah is flipping pancakes while Ezra chops fruit. They look so at home here, so comfortable in their domesticity, and it makes my heart ache with longing.
Ezra looks up as I enter, his eyes softening as he takes me in. “Ah, there she is.” Elijah pauses, spatula hovering mid-air as he turns toward me, his smile easy, effortless—like I’ve always been meant to be here.
“Come sit,merlotta. Breakfast is almost ready,” he says, his voice warm with invitation. I move hesitantly, still adjusting to the intimacy of it all. Elijah sets a plate of steaming pancakes on the table, and I can't help but notice how perfectly round and fluffy they are. He catches me staring and chuckles. “I may have used a little too much baking powder,” he admits sheepishly.
I grin, feeling some of my tension ease away. "I love fluffy pancakes," I say, taking a seat at the table. Ezra joins us, carrying a bowl of freshly chopped fruit, and we dig in. The pancakes are light and perfectly sweet, the fruit adding a burst of freshness to each bite.
After breakfast, we clean up together, the three of us moving in a rhythm that feels natural. I scrub the dishes, the clatter of plates echoing in the silence. Ezra stands too close, his presence a smoldering heat at my back. I can feel the tension thickening the air between us, electric and heavy.
“You know, you’re a natural at this,” Elijah says, glancing at me with a teasing smile as he closes a cabinet. “Maybe we should keep you around.”
I laugh, my cheeks flushing. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment.”
“Why are you trying to run away?” Ezra’s voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down my spine.
I glance over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. There’s a fire in his eyes, a hunger that makes my heart race. “I’m not running away,” I reply, but my voice trembles, betraying me.
“Liar,” he says, stepping closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re scared of what you feel.”
I grip the edge of the sink, my knuckles whitening. “I’m not scared,” I insist, though I can’t ignore the way my body responds to him, the way my skin prickles with awareness.
Elijah leans against the counter, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches us. “What’s this? A little showdown?”
Ezra’s gaze doesn’t waver from mine. “Just reminding our little bird that she’s not as free as she thinks.”
Elijah’s smirk widens, and he steps closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe she needs a little incentive to stay.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling within me.
Ezra’s voice drops to a whisper, rough and seductive. “What if we show you just how good it can be? How much you could crave it? Everyday could be like this. Every morning and night.”
My breath hitches, and I can’t help but shiver at the way he looks at me, like I’m something to be devoured. “And what if I don’t want that?”
Elijah steps closer, his fingers brushing against my arm, igniting a spark that travels straight to my core. “But you do. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”
I swallow hard, torn between desire and fear. “You’re both playing with fire.”
Ezra smirks, stepping even closer, his body inches from mine. “Then let’s see how long you can resist the heat.”
The tension snaps, and suddenly, I’m surrounded. Ezra’s hand finds my waist, pulling me close, while Elijah moves in, his presence an intoxicating allure.
“Do you want this?” Ezra asks, his voice low and seductive. “Do you want us?”
I can’t find my words, the heat of their bodies overwhelming, drowning out all rational thought. I nod, a small, desperate movement, and it’s all the invitation they need.
Elijah leans in, capturing my lips with his, a fierce kiss that ignites something primal within me. I melt against him, lost in the moment.
As Elijah pulls away, Ezra’s lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down my skin, igniting a fire that spreads through me. I gasp, my body responding instinctively to their touch, each caress pushing me closer to the edge.
“Let go,” Ezra murmurs against my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Let us show you what you need.”
And in that moment, I know I’m teetering on the brink of something dark and intoxicating, something that could consume me whole. My mind screams at me to slow down, to think, to put up a wall before I let this go too far. But my heart… my heart betrays me with reckless curiosity.
“I need you, little bird.”
Ezra’s hands slide down my sides, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter. The cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat building between us, and I can’t help but arch into him. His lips find mine, and I’m lost again, drowning in the intensity of our connection.
