Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
My throbbing dick says otherwise. It’s only five days.
A vision of Olivia’s mom swims in front of me. I’ll accept this unusual relationship but, please, wait until Olivia is older—until she goes to college and figures out what she wants to do with the rest of her life. It’s easy for her to feel flattered by the attention of you two, but the arrangement you two want will be so difficult for her. So many people will find it wrong. I worry about my girl. If you love her like you say you do, then promise me you won’t touch her until she’s eighteen.
Roughly, I grab my twin’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go get lunch together.”
He drops his hand and nods. “Yeah, it’s best if we both go.”
“Ugh. You two are impossible!” Olivia yells. Something hits the door after we close it—possibly the scissors. Maybe a pair of tennis shoes.
“We’re doing the right thing,” I say, as much to reassure him as myself.
He clenches his jaw. “Maybe so, but I still feel like shit.” With that announcement, he sweeps the gawking coeds with a furious glare and stomps down the hall.
CHAPTER 2
OLIVIA
I walk over and pick up the sneaker that I threw at the closed door despite knowing I was going to miss them. I have the worst aim ever. I tuck it neatly into the cubby space set up for my clothes and shoes. I don’t want my new roommate to think that I’m messy when she shows up. Her things are put away nicely. I didn’t tell Levi and Zeke how tempting it is to take them up on their offer to live with them. If they keep pushing, I might cave. I’ve wanted to be with the twins for years, but there’s my mom to consider.
She’s so excited that I’m going to college. She’d never been able to go herself since she got knocked up with me, kicked out of her home by her super-religious parents, and had to find a job to support the two of us.
When the letter arrived announcing my scholarship with room and board arrived, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. It’s that memory that has me unpacking my boxes here instead of with my guys. On the drive down with Zeke, I thought up a million stories to tell my mom about my living arrangements. After all, it wasn’t like she was here and could see that I wasn’t sleeping in the dorm. I was so close to breaking the rules, but, in the end, I couldn’t lie to my mom, not even to be with the boys.
I take comfort in the fact that I’m only minutes away from them. When they went off to college and I had to finish high school without them, I thought I’d die. Maybe not literally, but my heart hurt so bad sometimes. I had to hide those feelings because if they knew, neither of them would’ve left me. If they had stayed behind and hung around for two years, it would’ve made Mom even more apprehensive about the three of us.
We’ve had to do everything to convince her that even if a threesome is out of the ordinary, our lives were going to be the same. We would all go to college. We would all get jobs. We would all have a family. The shape of our family might be different, but it would be filled with love and that’s the most important thing.
And, so, the boys went off to college a few hours away. The distance was hard. Some of my high school classmates would tell me that the boys were cheating on me and that I should break up with them. My classmates were wrong, of course. I never had to wonder what they were doing. They were both always in constant contact with me. I’d spent many nights falling asleep with FaceTime still running as the boys would pretend one—or both—was with me.
The wait to all be together again had become killer towards the end. My stomach was in knots and I had problems falling asleep. Once Zeke pulled up in his truck to help Mom and me load my boxes into the back, a feeling of calm spread through me. I was finally starting the life I wanted for so long with the two men that I had loved forever.
I kissed my mom goodbye and slid into the truck. A new chapter in my life was starting. With each mile taking me farther and farther from the place I’d called home, the calm was replaced by excitement. I was leaving my girlhood behind and speeding toward adulthood. It didn’t matter that my birthday was a few days away. I was ready to start my new life with my boys.
I was sick of waiting. I’d done everything I was supposed to. I got good grades, kept myself out of trouble, and obeyed my mom. I wanted to—and still do—make her proud. She’d worked tirelessly to make sure we had what we needed. She’d done her job, though. It’s time for me to take charge of my life and that means being with my men in every way.