by Amy Brent
“I just can’t, Remy. I’m sorry.” He tugs on his knitted hat and walks away.
I go back to the restaurant after ten minutes. No one pays much attention to my absence, but I notice both Emmet and Jake are gone. Even in a heated kitchen, their absence still leaves me colder than the snow outside.
Chapter 103
The closer we get to Christmas the worse my life seems to become. Jake and Emmet both grow distant and request either Camila’s table or Sophie’s. The day after Jake practically ran from me in the alley I overheard David telling the cooks that the twin’s visit will be coming to an end soon. I find out after asking the kitchen staff that Jake and Emmet are planning on signing an agreement on the new restaurant shortly before Christmas, and that they’ll be heading back to California the day after.
I try to pretend it doesn’t bother me, but as I watch Camila throw her hair back and flirt so obviously that it almost hurts, I realize their cold shoulder affects me more than my own father’s. There’s a connection between all three of us and yet they’re choosing to ignore it. There’s such a longing whenever I see them, the same strong lust that blinds me to common sense every time they touch me.
The week before Christmas, in the middle of the third Christmas track that’s been repeated every ten minutes, as David forces all of the staff to wear constricting Santa hats and threw a reindeer nose at me that I promptly gave to Charlie, the Kennedy twins walk in and again sits in Camila’s section. It’s nearly pitch black outside with snow covered roads and they both brush off a dusting as they remove thick winter coats and straighten out expensive business suits beneath.
“Your suitor just arrived.” Sophie says. I look at the twins confused, did everyone see the desire between us? But then Scott walks to my section as the twins leave for Camila’s, and I groan.
“Oh, that suitor.” I say and scoot behind Charlie to get Scott’s beer.
“Big plans for Christmas?” Scott asks. He leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, looking extra cocky tonight.
“Just normal holiday stuff.” I say politely. His hand stops mine as I put his beer down. I pause mid step, wondering how much trouble I would get in if I poured the beer over his crisp button up.
“You’re blushing.” His fingers caress the inside of my wrist. “That’s the reaction I’ve been looking for.”
I glance up to see David scowling at me. Scott is unarguably our biggest customer, and he pays and tips well. Jake peeks our way as well, and it boils my blood.
“Maybe it’s the holiday magic.” I reply and squeeze his hand. He grins and let me go take care of my other tables, but it’s no question that Scott believes I’m somehow attracted to him all of a sudden.
“You know,” Scott begins when I get him his dinner. “I can take care of you.” I frown, not fully understanding.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for my college and rent like a sugar daddy?” I try joking, but Scott nods.
“All that and more.” His arm snakes around my waist as I lift a serving tray over my head and I nearly topple over. “But there’s so many more things I can take care of.”
“Sweetie, I can take care of myself.” I say when it’s obvious he’s taking our flirtation a little too far. Jake’s eyes follow his every movement, grimacing when Scott’s arm tightens around me. I wiggle out of it and tell him I have to get back to work.
I dip into the stockroom near the kitchen to both catch my breath and refill a few salt and pepper shakers. The door behind me opens and close and I ask whoever it is what they need.
“I thought you already knew that.” Scott’s voice is close to my ear. He wraps his arms around my body and fondles my breasts. I try screaming but he covers my mouth. “Shush, Remy. Don’t pretend like you didn’t lead me here.”
I try elbowing him in the stomach but it seems to only excite him more. All I wanted was to make the twins jealous. All I wanted was for them to regret pushing me away. Scott’s hand pushes my skirt up my thigh and I bite his hand.
“Bitch!” He yells and raises it to smack me. I scream only for a moment before the door opens and Scott is thrown off of me.
“You want to call her that again?” Jake yells. He jumps on top of Scott and punches him in the jaw. “Let’s hear it, huh?”
“Jake!” I yell, but Emmet grabs my shoulders and pulls me away. “He’s going to kill him!” I scream when Scott pukes up a mouthful of blood. Emmet shows no remorse in his usually kind eyes when he speaks to me.
“And I’m going to help him.” He joins Jake when Scott lands a blow against his twin’s cheek. Emmet holds Scott’s arms above his head as Jake knees him in the stomach.
David turns the Christmas music louder to mask the agonizing screams of Scott, but the restaurant is already in a panic. Half of the customers yell and take pictures of the fight while the rest run around trying to get away, and the staff all stare in horror as Jake and Emmet team up against Scott.
Red and blue lights appear through the window and sirens mix with the music. Emmet notices them first and nudges Jake, who whispers threateningly in Scott’s ear.
Surprisingly enough, when the cops enter and question a bloody mouthed Scott, he says that the fight was his fault and that the twins were only acting accordingly.
I stay huddled in the corner with Camila as David and the twins speak in hushed tones after the cops leave. Scott rushes out the door after them, refusing to even look in my direction. The rest of the staff ushers customers out with coupons good for half off their entire meal, and the kitchen staff wait for orders.
“Are you okay, chica?” Camila keeps her arms around my shoulders. I nod and watch as the twins leave without so much as a glance.
A broken table and chairs and several shattered glasses lie where the fight had been, and David complains about hiring a company to get the blood out of the carpet before it stains.
“We’re closing the rest of the night.” He yells at us, though he too doesn’t look at me. “Close up as normal and go home. But it’s coming out of your paid time off.” Everyone groans and starts cleaning their section.
“The Kennedys are leaving earlier than planned.” David tells Charlie as I clear my tables. “Of course this happens on the last night they’re here. God damn it, I could lose my job for this.”
“Dave, I don’t think they’re going to replace you because an ass assaulted one of your coworkers.” Charlie frowns at me. Him and Camila seem to be the only ones who fully understand how terrified I was. My hands shake as I stack plates on a tray, and Camila hurries with her tables to help with mine.
But Scott and his roaming hands are the last things on my mind. Jake and Emmet are leaving. I try to imagine my life without them but it seems bland and colorless. The first two guys who’s ever made me feel alive, made me feel anything, are going back home to the other side of the country.
I have to see them one more time.
Chapter 104
I work an early shift the next day, counting down the minutes until it ends. David pulls me to the side during a lunch break and apologizes for his reaction last night. His peace offering is letting me leave an hour early and I gladly accept it before he has time to reconsider. I turn my section over to Sophie early and leave while it’s still light outside. I make the long journey to the shops downtown, battling bitter cold weather while holding my gloved hands to my face.
I pull down my tight bun and shake my corkscrews, rolling my eyes when a group of men catcall me from behind. They disperse when I enter a department store and spend some time picking out gifts for my coworkers. Charlie gets a brown hat that’s similar to the one he’s complained about ruining, and Sophie gets nice leather gloves. I purchase generic Happy Holiday mugs for David and the rest of the staff, and spend some time picking something out for Camila. With only four days left before Christmas, I’m absolutely cutting it close. I find a lovely pair of earrings that Camila’s shown me in a catalogue and take them along with the other gifts to be gift
wrapped.
While in line I notice a snow globe perched on a tall shelf in the corner of my eyes. It’s a snowy landscape of downtown with Kennedy’s in the very edge before it cuts off. I stop a worker and ask for him to look at it as I put my bundle of presents on the counter.
“Would you like to add that?” The woman wrapping the items ask. The twins are expected to fly out tomorrow according to David, but maybe this can be a decent apology and going away gift.
“Yes, thank you.” She hands me a giant bag of perfectly wrapped presents in colors of green, red and gold, and I hurry to drop all but one off at my apartment.
Afterwards, I call a cab and head to their executive suite. Fortunately, the doorman, Albert, recognizes me and walks me to the elevator.
“The Kennedys got in little over an hour ago.” He says. I meet the floor host after exiting at the forty-eight floor.
“They’re not expecting you, are they?” He asks me and I lift the small bag with their present.
“Just wanted to give them a Christmas gift before they leave. Is that okay?” I regret not fixing my hair or reapplying makeup and rushing here.
“I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to receive you.” He escorts me into the parlor of their suite. “Take a seat and I’ll let them know you’re here.”
I sit in the same corner as before and wait. There are two giant oak doors on either side of the parlor, and for the first time I wonder which side leads to their personal rooms. The present feels small in my hands, making me feel silly for even thinking something as cliche as a snow globe would be good enough for the twins.
“Remy?” My head snaps up as Jake closes the door on the right side. I hadn’t even heard him come in. “What are you doing here?”
“Um.” I stutter over my words, tightening my hold on the present. It’s wrapped in gold paper with a red bow, but looks cheap compared to the tailored suit that compliments Jake’s body. “I wanted to say sorry.” I say finally. “About last night.”
“You’re apologizing for that asshole?” Jake’s voice raises. Emmet enters the room behind him and raises his eyebrows when he sees me.
“You’re definitely not the Chinese food delivery guy.” He notes.
I stand on uneasy feet and hold out the present. “I’m sorry the restaurant closed early and that the blood ended up being double the price to remove and I’m sorry if I’m not welcomed but I would be even more sorry if I just let the two of you without saying anything. So I’m not sorry that I’m here.”
“Remy,” Jake whispers. He glances at Emmet who shares a knowing look.
“You’re more than welcomed here.” Emmet takes the present from me. His suit rivals Jake’s, and I realize they must have just signed the agreement for the new restaurant. “More than you know.” He says and takes my hand in his as he sits the present down on the banquet table.
“We actually we’re just talking about you.” Emmet says when I’m in between the two.
“You act like we ever stopped.” Jake mutters and takes my free hand. Together they pull me towards the door on the right of the room, which enters into a small hallway that divides another three doors.
“Where the hell are we going?” I ask when they stop.
“We were pissed off yesterday.” Jake admits as he stands in front of the middle door. “But not at you, and after discussing it, that asshole that got a deserving beating wasn’t the end of it.”
Emmet shows me a faint bruise near his chin as Jake pulls his sleeve up to reveal another red and purple spot.
“You guys fought each other?” I nearly laugh. “What’s wrong with you two?”
“You.” Jake says. “Damn it, Remy, you’re what’s wrong with us.” I back up towards the parlor but Emmet moves behind me. His arms wrap around my shoulder and his breath is close to my earlobe.
“We’re both in love with you, and it turns out we both have been holding back.” My hand flies to cover my mouth. His words repeat in my head.
We’re in love with you.
“And it’s been fucking awful pretending we’re not.” Jake finishes.
He opens the door behind him, showing just half of an enormous room. “And we planned on asking you to choose between us.” He says and Emmet lightly pushes me forward.
“But let’s be honest, would you be able to choose?” Emmet asks. They both stand in front of me, two blonde twins holding out one hand towards me. Their eyes, always similar yet slightly different, sparkle in the low lighting of the room, and I know I couldn’t ever pick just one. My mouth refuses to work, and I shake my head.
“Then maybe we can try and convince you.” Jake says and they both pull me into the room and slam the door behind us.
Chapter 105
As soon as the door closes Jake becomes as aggressive as he was in the alley. He takes me into his arms and kisses me, unbuttoning my coat as we stumble towards the bed. Shoes and leggings quickly meet the pile of clothes and Emmet adds his shirt.
“Are you sure?” I ask in between his lips meeting mine. He growls against my throat and pulls strands of hair at the nape of my neck. I gasp at both the pain and pleasure.
“We couldn’t think of any other way.” Emmet’s hands circle my waist and turns me to face him. Jake stays behind me, nipping at my neck as his hands roam my behind. Emmet kisses me softly and removes my blouse. My fingers trace his hard stomach to his chest, pressing hard when Jake’s hand suddenly dips in between my thighs.
“Say you’ll choose me.” Jake says. He removes his shirts behind me and my hands reach to feel the side of his abs. The desire is killing me, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than these two brothers. I turn to watch as Jake removes his pants and squeal when Emmet slides my skirt around my feet. His toned arms pick me up beneath my back and knees, and he swiftly carries me to the bed as if I’m nothing but a feather. And I know for a fact I’m far heavier than that.
“Choose me, please.” Emmet begs. He lies me down in only a bra and panties now, and takes his own pants off. A very noticeable bulge beneath a tuft of hair that starts at his navel gets my attention as he lowers himself on top of me. My hands get lost within the fine, blonde hair that spreads across his chest.
His erection presses against my thigh as his lips capture mine, and I squirm beneath him. Oh god, I want him.
“Remy,” He moans in my ear. I press kisses against his chin, rubbing my cheek against the stubble of his jaw. “You have no idea how in love I am with you.”
“Emmet.” I repeat his name. His lips trail down my neck to my neck and stops at my breasts. A single finger teases the top of my bra. He lifts my upper body with one hand and unhooks my bra with the other, and as soon as it’s thrown onto the floor he lowers his face between my breasts and excites my nipples with both hands. My black skin contrasts his body, making it even more pale. I cry out as his tongue finds a nipple and begins to suck. My hips thrust against his until it becomes a rocking motion and the pleasure builds so high I faintly recognize my release.
But Jake pushes Emmet aside and turns my body to face him. We lie on our sides towards one another as he fondles my ass, and I take the opportunity to trace a thick tattooed line that starts at his shoulder and snakes around his toned arms.
“I waited long enough.” He says and kisses me. It’s much more harsh than Emmet, and the ferocity soaks my panties until I’m certain I must be dripping onto the bed. He pulls me close enough to shield everything from us until it starts to feel like we’re the only ones in the room. Soft kisses against my neck reminds me that Emmet is behind us, patiently waiting his turn to prove himself to me.
Not wasting time, Jake’s fingers dip into my panties and finds my clit drenched in my own desire. His body reacts to mine and he starts sliding his finger up and down, up and down, until I’m panting so hard that I have to arch my body for a deep breath. My hips writhe against his as my hand burrows beneath his waistband and strokes his enormous length. It twitches in my palm, and t
he faster I pump it the louder Jake moans.
But before we’re able to finish together Emmet interjects himself, pulling my body towards him and away from Jake. The frustration irks me and I climb on top of him this time to stay in control. His rod pops out from his briefs and I lower my soaked panties against it, pressing hard against my own clit. My hips jiggle as I use his own member to pleasure myself and Emmet grabs them. His eyes meet mine, blue-green on brown, and I see lust reflected in them. He leans on his elbows and takes turns sucking on both nipples, but when his package begins to twitch and I start squirming a little more, Jake decides it’s his turn.
And like spoiled brothers who grew up with everything being handed to them, they refuse to share. Jake grabs me from behind and sits me in between his legs, dipping his fingers inside my panties and caressing my vulva before he pushes one into my entrance. I gasp sharply, but pleasure overrides pain and I ease into him when he adds another finger and begins to slide in and out. His other hand plays with my breast, but it’s not as pleasing as when Emmet pays them attention and I offer my hand to him.
He looks between us hesitantly. I grab Jake’s manhood and reach for Emmet’s but he shakes his head and instead tries to pull me away from Jake.
“You wanted me.” Emmet says, and I realize they’re still wanting me to pick. “Just admit that you choose me.’
“I could make you scream louder than he ever could, you know that.” Jake says behind me and tightens his hold around my waist.
I try comparing them both but it’s useless. They’re so different, and separately they rouse different parts of me that together makes it feel complete. Jake is far more aggressive, pleasuring my sex directly while taking care of his needs. Emmet’s the passionate one, who uses his mouth to show his love for me, and so far seems to have a bigger interest in my ample bosom. I pull myself away from Jake and put distance between the both of them. It’s impossible, I realize. I could never choose between them.