Page 87 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

I bite my lip, my fingers tracing the edges of the card. I could just text them, I think. See what they have to say. Maybe this is the distraction I've been needing, the adventure I've been too scared to seek. I could make a new life for myself and forget the pain of the past.

Before I can second guess myself, I grab my phone and type out a quick message to a group chat with both of the men.

Wren:

Hi, this is Wren from the coffee shop.

I hit send before I can talk myself out of it, my heart pounding in my chest. The seconds tick by, each one feeling like an eternity, before my phone buzzes with a reply.

Elijah:

Well, hello, beautiful. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.

Ezra:

We’re glad you reached out, though.

I stare at the screen, my mind racing. Am I really doing this? Am I ready for this? I take a deep breath, trying to steady the butterflies in my stomach. Yes, I tell myself.

Wren:

I’m a bit surprised at myself, but I've been thinking about your proposition…

My fingers hover over the keyboard, my mind racing. What do I say? How do I even begin to explain the tangled mess of emotions I'm feeling?

Elijah:

Is that so? And just what have you been thinking about, exactly? ;)

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, and I’m grateful we're not face to face. Typing gives me a chance to gather my thoughts and to be a little bolder than I might be in person.

Wren:

I'm still not sure about the whole “dating two guys” thing. It’s just a lot to wrap my head around.

Ezra's response chimes in, and I can almost picture his serious expression.

Ezra:

It’s not something to rush into. We understand that.

Ezra:

But we’d like to get to know you better, see if there’s something worth exploring.

Elijah:

And we promise to take it slow.

Elijah:

;)

I laugh at Elijah's winking emoji, my nerves easing a little. Their honesty is refreshing, and I find myself wanting to open up to them, even though a part of me is still wary.

Wren:

I’m just not sure how it would work. Dating both of you, I mean. Isn’t it complicated?

Ezra:

It can be, sometimes. But we’ve always been close, even before we started sharing. And we’ve always been honest with each other and our partners.

Elijah:

It’s not like a competition or anything. We’re in it together, you know? It’s about making sure everyone is happy and satisfied.

I bite my lip, considering their words. It’s hard to imagine but the idea isn’t as terrifying as it was a few minutes ago. In fact, it’s starting to sound... intriguing .

Wren:

So you’ve both been with women at the same time before?

Ezra:

Yes, a few times. It’s not something we do often, but when it happens, it’s usually because we’re both drawn to the same person like we are with you.

Elijah:

You have to be completely in sync with each other and with the other person. But when it works, it’s amazing. Intense. Like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Wren:

But what about jealousy? Doesn’t that get in the way?

Ezra:

Not for us. We’ve been doing this for a while, and we've learned to communicate. We put each other's happiness first, and we make sure the woman we’re with feels safe and cared for. It’s not a competition. It's a partnership. A team effort, if you will.

My fingers hover over the keyboard. The thought of being with Ezra and Elijah is exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have two men who are so focused on my pleasure, my well-being.

But there’s also a part of me that's scared, that’s worried I'll get lost in the mix.

I take a deep breath and type out a reply as my heart pounds in my chest.

Wren:

Okay.

Elijah:

Okay? As in yes?

I hesitate for a moment, my fingers trembling.

Wren:

Yes. I want to try this. I want to see where it goes.

Almost immediately, their messages flood my phone, a tidal wave of excitement and desire.

Ezra:

We’re happy to hear that. When can we see you?

It needs to be soon before I talk myself out of this.

Wren:

How about tomorrow?

Ezra:

Tomorrow it is. We’ll pick you up at seven. What’s your address?

Wren:

You can just come by the coffee shop.

I don’t want to tell them where I live just yet. Not that I’m embarrassed, but because I don’t want anyone to know where I live. Wyatt is the only one, and I trust him. My whereabouts, falling into the wrong hands, could be catastrophic.

Ezra:

We’ll be there.

Elijah:

Wear something sexy. ;)

Do I own anything sexy? I barely got away with the things that I did. Nerves flutter through my stomach as I think about tomorrow. It’s really happening. I'm going on a date with two men. Two brothers. Twins. The thought is enough to make my head spin.

Wren:

Okay, see you then.

Elijah:

Goodnight, beautiful.

Ezra:

Sleep well, Wren.

I set my phone down on the nightstand with a smile on my face and stare up at the ceiling, my mind racing.

What have I gotten myself into? But as much as I try to deny it, there’s a part of me that’s looking forward to it.

A part that’s been dormant for too long, waiting to be awakened by something new, something unexpected. And the twins definitely fit that bill.

With a shaky exhale, I roll onto my side and close my eyes, hoping sleep will come quickly and save me from the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.

But as I lay there, their words echo in my mind, their promises of pleasure and connection lingering like a phantom touch.

I drift off to sleep, dreaming of broad shoulders and wicked smiles, of whispered secrets and shared desires.