Page 71 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Six

Nora

Last night, I had the best sleep ever. Brix managed to hold me the whole night, and this morning, I was sleeping on top of his chest. It was the most comfortable I have ever been. I want to do it again.

“I’ve got to go to work. Don’t be too hard on Daddy.” Brix looks me in the eye. “He is going to need to sleep some since he’s been up for hours. Be a good girl and do as he says.”

He kisses my nose before standing to his full height. I’m currently sitting on the ground with Tiggy as I color. They’d looked at my feet this morning when Elijah got back from work, deeming I needed to still take it easy, but they were healing nicely.

Elijah pulled the coloring book from his bag when he walked into the cabin, kissing me on the head before he took a shower. It was clear how exhausted he was as he looked at me for a couple of seconds. He’d been up for twenty-four hours.

“Understand?” Brix gripped my chin.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“When I get home, we are going to talk about why you think this is wrong and why we can’t do it,” Brix says. “I’m giving you a heads-up, it is happening. You can’t get out of it.”

I nod again, not trusting my voice. How am I going to get out of it? Will I be able to? I need to start thinking now. I can’t hurt myself to avoid this, that’s wrong, but what else can I do?

“Be a good girl, and I’ll see you later.” He presses his lips to my forehead this time before leaving.

I stare at his retreating form, my eyes staying on the door even after it closes. Part of my heart aches as he leaves.

I’m growing too attached to them. What am I going to do when I leave the lodge and go back to normal life? I’m going to be so heartbroken. I don’t know what to do. Will I be able to function after?

“You okay, little bit?” Elijah asks as he walks into the room.

My eyes move to him, taking in his freshly showered body. He looks less tired, but I can see in his face that he is absolutely exhausted.

“Nora?” he asks. “Are you okay?”

I nod, but look back at the door. I don’t know why it’s hitting me so much harder that Brix has left for his shift. Will he be okay? Is the Whiskey River Mountain Lodge a safe place? Is there any crime here?

Warm hands cup my face, pulling my eyes away from the door. “Brix is going to be just fine,” Elijah gently says. “He knows how to take care of himself. Nothing is going to happen to him.”

I still want to go after him so he can’t go to work. I want him here with us, even though that thought alone scares me.

“Do you want to keep coloring?” Elijah asks.

I turn back to my coloring book and carry on, pulling Tiggy under my arm. Maybe this will help keep my mind off Brix being gone.

“Have you eaten breakfast?” Elijah sits down on the couch.

“Yes, Brix fed me,” I say, blushing.

I had gone for the fork, but he plucked it up before I could. He fed me every single bite, making sure I drank in between. I ate eggs, toast, and some sausage.

“Did he?” Elijah runs his hand up and down my back.

I nod. It felt really intimate. Maybe that’s why I didn’t want him to go. I am starting to feel things for each of them, and it scares me.

“That’s good. When lunch comes around, I’ll feed you,” he whispers. “Then you can tell us who’s better at it.”

“He didn’t make the noises.” I pout before I can stop myself.

Elijah gasps, making me look at him. “That’s a shame. I’ll have to talk to him about that. You can’t go without sounds while you are being hand-fed. It’s a crime.”

My shoulders relax. I didn’t even realize how tense I had become. Maybe I was waiting for him to tell me it was better that the sounds didn’t happen. Tell me I was childish for wanting them. Just like Mateo and Lainey had.

But he didn’t.

“I’ll give you all the sounds you want for lunch.” He kisses the top of my head.

I smile and look back at my coloring, picking up the red.

“Daddy is going to lay on the couch for a little bit. I’ve got an alarm set for lunch in case I fall asleep. Don’t walk on your feet. If you need anything, wake me up,” he says. “Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, keeping my eyes on the coloring page.

I am still feeling guilty about him not being able to get any sleep yesterday, so I am going to be a good girl and let him sleep without bother him.

“Do you need to go potty before I lay down?” he asks.

“No, I don’t. Promise,” I quickly say, looking at him.

He searches my face before lying on the couch. I look back and start to color. It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep, so I turn around and look at him. His face is relaxed, his arms crossed over his chest as it moves up and down evenly.

Elijah has a short beard with short brown hair. His jaw is defined, almost like I could cut my finger on it. I giggle at the thought.

Grabbing Tiggy, I hold him close as I continue to watch Elijah sleep. Maybe it’s creepy that I’m just sitting and staring at him, but I can’t find it in myself to care. He’s handsome. I could look at him for hours and hours.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” I whisper to Tiggy.

I don’t know if I’m talking about Brix or Elijah, but Tiggy doesn’t respond.

“Fine, we won’t talk about this or anything. What do you want to do?” I ask.

Silence.

Sighing, I look back the page. My interest in coloring isn’t there anymore. It’s in Elijah, who is asleep.

This would be the perfect time to go and walk around, but I squash that thought as it appears. No. I promised both of them I wouldn’t do anything. I don’t want Elijah to wake up and panic if I’m not there.

Not yet, at least.

Maybe once my feet are healed and one of them is sleeping during the day, I can go do things I probably shouldn’t do. They wouldn’t be able to stop me. My grin quickly falls when I realize what I'm thinking about.

This is temporary.

I’m not here long term. I shouldn’t get attached to them. But it’s getting harder with each passing hour. They aren’t doing much, but what they are is making my heart melt. I want to stay with them for the rest of my life.

My phone goes off, and I quickly grab it.

Who could be texting me? I had messaged my boss that I was taking a week off from work, and he happily granted me the time off, even if it was on such short notice.

I never take time off, and he had been wanting me to take some, to live my life and explore without my thoughts being on work.

I suck in a breath and look at the texts I’ve gotten from Mateo and Lainey.

M.

You are going to pay for dumping me.

L.

What do you think you’re doing? Why the fuck did you break up with my brother?

M.

You better get your ass back in town, or your secret is going to be spread.

M.

Don’t think I won’t do it.

M.

What you fantasize about is disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself.

L.

Mateo told me everything. You really left with two guys? How could you?

L.

I’m with Mateo on this one. Come back to town by this afternoon and we won’t tell everyone you’re sick and disgusting fantasies. They aren’t natural. Especially you wanting to be a different age.

I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. They won’t actually tell everyone my secret, will they? They can’t. Mateo and Lainey won’t want to be associated with me if they do, and everyone knows how close all of us are.

Placing my phone on the coffee table, I shake my head and hold Tiggy close. Everything is going to be okay. Mateo and Lainey are just trying to scare me into coming back. They aren’t going to tell anyone about what I long for.

I sigh once again, leaning my head on the couch as I look at Elijah.

He looks so peaceful, something I haven’t seen yet.

The past day has been them worried about me, anything but peaceful for any of us.

I clutch Tiggy closer to my chest as I continue to look at Elijah, my eyes getting heavier and heavier.

“Just for a couple of minutes,” I mumble to myself.

A couple of minutes with my eyes won’t be bad, right?

“Did you just take a picture?” someone whispers.

I snuggle my face into the warmth, sighing, not wanting to wake up.

“Shhh.” The other person quiets. “Don’t wake her up.”

“We need to wake her up so she can eat and actually sleep tonight,” the first person says.

It sounds like Elijah and Brix, but that can’t be true. Brix is off at work, and Elijah is sleeping on the couch.

“She looks so peaceful and content right now.” Brix places a hand on my back.

Whining, I snuggle into the warmth again, keeping my eyes closed and trying to fall back to sleep.

“How long have you been sleeping?” Brix asks with his hand still on my back.

The heat from his hand is transferring into my skin, making me relax even more. Both of them are heat machines, and I absolutely love it. It keeps me warm when I have their hands on me.

“Since eleven. I woke up a couple of hours ago when she was sitting on the ground, her head on the couch fast asleep. I moved her to lay on my chest and have just been here since,” Elijah explains.

What is he talking about? I didn’t fall asleep. I know for a fact he didn’t move me. I’m coloring with Tiggy on the ground as he sleeps, right?

But the more I think about it, the more I realize I’m not.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” Brix whispers, his hand running soothing circles along my back. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

“No, Papa,” I mumble. “No wakey.”

“You need to wake up to eat, and so we can talk.”

My nose wrinkles up. “No talkie. Just sleepies.”

Whatever I’m lying on starts to move as a chuckle fills my ears.

“Shh, no moves. Just sleepies,” I grumble, gently tapping next to my face. “Bad.”

“Come on, precious.” My body moves as the person talks.

I open my eyes slightly to see Elijah sitting on the couch, smiling at me. Brix is holding me close to his body as he moves.

“Time to wake up. I’ve got a surprise for you,” he whispers into my ear. “But you have to wake up for it.”

Pulling away from his chest, I look into his eyes, sleep still evident on my face. I’m so tired with my eyes barely open.

“Hmm?” I ask, waiting for him to talk.

“I’ve got you some candy and a friend for Tiggy.”

I clap my hands as he continues to hold me. “Show?”

Brix smiles at me, placing me on the couch where Elijah and, seemingly I, were asleep. My back is against the corner as I stare at him, waiting to be shown the friend he got Tiggy and me. What could it possibly be?

I watch as he grabs his bag, which is sitting on the ground near the couch, and opens it. I push myself forward, wanting to peek into it, but I can’t. Though, that doesn’t stop me from trying.

Elijah holds onto my shoulders as I tumble forward. “Wow, little bit. How about you sit back on the couch and wait for Papa to give you the surprise.”

Pouting, I do as I’m told and not so patiently wait for Brix to hand me the present. Squealing as he takes out a baby tiger stuffie and hands it to me, I hug it to my chest and hold it tight.

“I love it!” I yell, rubbing my face against it.

“I’m glad. I thought you and Tiggy could use a friend. And she was calling my name, begging me to buy her and bring her home to you two as I walked by the gift shop.” Brix kisses the top of my head.

“Thank you!” I smile.

Grabbing my phone, I turn it on to take a picture of Tiggy but stop when I see several more recent texts from Mateo and Lainey. I quickly turn my phone off and smile up at them.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asks.

I nod. “Yep, just realized I didn’t have anyone to send a picture of my stuffies,” I whisper toward the end, realizing how sad that is.

“Aww, little bit,” Daddy cups my face. “Don’t have any Little friends?”

I shake my head.

“There are several Littles here, you can meet them at some point. They would love to meet you, especially Scarlett. She got here a month or two ago, can’t quite remember, but when she heard you were coming, she was so excited to meet you,” Daddy gently says.

“When you’re ready. We don’t want to pressure you into anything,” Brix adds.

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to know right now. You can think about it,” Elijah suggests.

He lets go of my face and sits in front of me.

Everything in me wants to meet up with the other Littles and get to know them, but what if I leave?

I don’t know if I want to make friends if I can’t see them a lot.

It would be torture to be an hour away, knowing I could easily drive to meet up with them but not being able to because of work and other obligations.

Maybe I could make it work out and have them as friends and still meet up. Maybe they could even come and visit me if their Daddies let them. Hope blossoms in my chest at the thought.

“Nora, we need to talk about what you said before,” Brix says, sitting next to me. “About why you think this won't work, why it’s wrong.”

My whole body stills as I look at both of them. Brix is on my left while Elijah is sitting in front of me, caging me in so I don’t have anywhere to go.

“I don’t want to,” I whisper, looking down at my lap where my phone is.

It goes off again, and I wince. Mateo and Lainey have been blowing up my phone for the past couple of hours. Saying nasty things about me and that they are telling everyone in town about my sick fantasies; how shameful it is.

“I can’t,” I choke back.

Nausea fills my body as my phone goes off again. Another text from Mateo. They are ruining my whole life. What am I going to do?

“Tough,” Brix says. “We’re talking about this now. This needs to happen.”

I flinch as my phone starts ringing, my face losing all its color as my boss’s name comes up on my screen. Mateo has told my boss what I’m doing, what my fantasies are. I place my hand over my mouth and take a deep breath in.

“Nora?” Elijah gently asks. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” I whisper. “I need to take this.”

With shaky hands, I pick my phone up and show them.

“Answer it, put it on speaker,” Brix says.

My eyes go wide, but I answer it, placing it on speaker.

“H-hello,” I stutter.

“Nora, what am I hearing about you having two men in your life?” he asks, and my heart drops.

I’m fucked.