Its complicated, p.30
It's Complicated, page 30
“Okay. Lucas, Connor, can you help her up the stairs? Take her to the guest bedroom on the second floor.”
“Yes, Mom,” Connor said, and bent down to help me up. Lucas took my other hand and they helped me up off the floor. I put my arms around their shoulders and we walked up a long staircase. I pretended to feel sick. The last thing I needed was for them to start asking me questions as they led me to the room.
“Oh no. Oh. Oh,” I whined and whined as we walked up. As long as I kept making noise, they wouldn’t ask me anything. Frigging A, how many stairs were there in this house? I just wanted to make it to the bedroom.
We finally made it to the top of the landing. Connor looked at me. “You okay, Gemma? Do you want us to get you anything?”
“I bet it’s that sickness you’ve had, isn’t it, Gemma?” Lucas looked upset. “I knew I should’ve sent my secretary over to your house. I knew I ... “
“It’s okay. I just need to lie down. Please. Oh, oh.” I whined, scared that Lucas was going to say something else. The last thing I needed was for Connor and Lucas to start talking. Please God, no. This could not be how my life became exposed to the two of them.
We walked down a slight corridor and then Connor opened the door. I almost fainted in relief as I realized we’d made it to the room. “I, I just need to relax by myself.” I gave them both a weak smile. “Um, bye.” I slammed the door in their faces and then pushed the lock closed. I didn’t care what they were thinking.
I moved over to the bed and sat down. “Oh my God. What am I going to do?” I put my head in my hands and whined. I was dead. I was dead meat because most probably right now they were asking each other how they knew me, and both of them were going to say that they met me on a dating app. And both of them were going to say that they’d gone on dates with me, which might be forgivable if I haven’t been intimate with both of them. Might be forgivable if they didn’t tell each other that I’d spent Christmas Eve with one of them and Christmas Day with the other.
Oh, Gemma. Why? This was the hottest mess I ever could’ve asked for. I lay back on the bed and groaned. “I’m dead meat. I’m so dead. I’m so dead.” I didn’t know what to say.
I could perhaps escape. I walked over to the window and opened it, and looked down. There was no way in hell I was escaping through the window. We were on the second floor, which might not have been so bad if we weren’t about twenty feet in the air. There wasn’t even a tree for me to try and climb down like Pollyanna did. There was nothing. I was screwed.
I sat back down on the bed. “Shit. What am I going to do?” I knew I had one option: I’d have to come clean with both of them and I’d just have to face facts. It was most probably over. There was not going to be a big decision to make. There was not going to be a dumping of Connor and a night of passion with Lucas because Connor was going to dump me and Lucas was going to dump me, and that was it. It was all done. It was over.
I might as well just leave the house right now. I might as well not even have a conversation with either of them, though I knew I had to apologize. I knew that even though I hadn’t technically been in the wrong, I’d crossed a couple of lines.
And then the first knock came on the door. I froze. “Gemma?” I could hear Lucas’ voice. I didn’t respond. And then I heard a rustling and something sliding under the door. I looked down and saw there was a piece of paper. I waited until the sound went before I picked it up.
And then a couple minutes later, another knock. This time it was Connor. “Gemma, we should talk.” He tried the handle. Thank God I’d locked it and it didn’t open. And this time he slid a note under the door as well. I walked over to the door and picked up his note and then sat back down on the bed, opening both of them. I was in deep shit.
Lucas’ note read: “I hope we still get to have some fun tonight. I hope you feel better soon.”
And Connor’s note read: “I think I know what’s going on. Speak to me before you do or say anything.” I licked my lips nervously. Did he really know? Maybe he didn’t even care. I mean, he’d been in open relationships. Maybe this was nothing new to him. I knew my best bet was to speak to Connor first, and if I was honest with myself, it wasn’t even because of his note. It was everything. I just needed to speak to him first. I had more of a connection with him.
I pulled my phone out of my handbag and I texted him.
Gemma: If you can slip upstairs and make it to the room without anyone seeing, I’ll let you in.
He texted me back immediately.
Connor: Be there in thirty seconds.
He lied, though. He was there in ten. I heard the tap-tapping, and I went to the door.
“Who is it?” I said weakly.
“It’s Connor. Open up,” he said gruffly. I quickly unlocked the door, opened it and he came in. I closed it shut behind me and locked it and looked at him. He was frowning as he stared at me. “So Gemma. Got yourself in a little pickle, have you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said, jutting my lower lip out, annoyed at the tone in his voice.
“You certainly sound a lot better. Feeling better, I guess?” he said and raised one eyebrow as he looked me up and down.
“Connor, look.”
“Gemma.” He held his hand up, “I get it. At least I think I get it. Let me see if I’ve got this right. You’re dating me and my brother, right?”
“I wouldn’t say that exactly.” I made a face and walked over to the bed and sat down. “Okay, so maybe I’ve gone on dates with both of you guys. Maybe.” I looked up at him to see if he was pissed. “I don’t know what to do. I feel awful. I’m so sorry, Connor.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Gemma. We certainly weren’t in an exclusive relationship. Um, I don’t think you’re in one with Lucas, are you?”
“No, but if I’d known you were brothers, I…” I looked away from him. “I just feel really icky.”
“Did you sleep with him?” His voice dropped, and he came and sat next to me on the bed.
“Um, what do you mean by sleep with him?” I looked up at him, licked my lips nervously again.
“What do you fucking think I mean, Gemma?” He laughed, but the sound wasn’t humorous. “Did you fuck him?”
“No!” I shook my head. “No, we never had sex. I told you the other day. You’re the only one I’ve slept with recently.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “So what about other stuff?”
“What do you mean?” I could feel my cheeks going red. Oh my God. This was a conversation I did not want to have.
“Okay.” He nodded. “That answers my question.” He stood up, ran his hand through his hair. “So I’m guessing you want to be with Lucas, huh?”
“Well, why do you say that?” I said softly.
“Because he’s my exact opposite. All the women want Lucas. Lucas is looking for a wife. Lucas is looking for kids, and I know that’s what you want. You want a serious relationship, so Lucas is your best bet.”
“So you’re telling me I should be with your brother?”
“I am. I mean, he’s what you want, right?” He turned around and looked at me. “Right?”
“I guess.” I shrugged. Basically, it seemed to me that Connor was telling me to go out with his brother. It hurt. It really hurt, but I didn’t know what else to say. “Well, he’s not going to want to be with me now,” I said finally.
“And why not?” Connor walked over to the side of the room, and I could see him punching the wall softly. I didn’t know why he was doing it, and I didn’t question him.
“Well, who wants to date a girl that’s fucked their brother?” I said crudely. “I mean, I’m sure Lucas doesn’t. Does he know about us?” Connor turned around and walked over to me. “Does he even know that I know you?”
“Well, downstairs, I…” Connor shrugged. “There are many different reasons why we could say we know each other. You could say you met me at a rave. You could say you met me at a club. I’m a music producer. I know a lot of people. It doesn’t have to be through the dating app.”
“So you’re saying we should lie?” I asked him. “You’re saying that we should tell him that we met at a rave?”
“I’m saying that if you want to be with Lucas and you think he’s the one for you because he can give you things that I can’t, then it’s most probably better that he doesn’t know that I fucked you. Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
“And you would lie to him too?”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “What do I care?”
“I guess you don’t care. You’ve made that very apparent.”
“I’ve made it very apparent? Just exactly what did you do with my brother, Gemma, and when?”
“Connor, we don’t need to have this conversation. You are just too much. You know that, right?”
“There you were, acting all shocked that I dated two girls at the same time and that I’ve been in open relationships. And you were dating me and having sex with me and doing stuff with my brother? Like, who are you to judge me?”
“Who are you to judge me, Connor? Why are you going on about this? You’re making me feel bad enough as it is. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was just dating. In New York City, it’s what everyone does, right?”
“It’s not what you do, Gemma, is it? The girl with the morals, the girl that wants the happily ever after? The girl who wants the two-point-five children and the white picket fence? Is that what you want to tell your kids, that you were fucking two brothers?”
“I didn’t sleep with Lucas. Connor.” I touched his shoulder and he shrugged.
“Whatever. I mean, it’s fine. We’ll tell him we met at a rave. You’re feeling better now and just whatever.” He paused for a second. “So were you planning on coming to this party to see me or to see my brother?”
“Connor, it’s…” I stopped. I didn’t even know what else to say. “You know what, Connor? It’s fine. Whatever. We’re done anyway, so yeah, I’m feeling better.” I shrugged. There was no point in me trying to have any sort of conversation with him. He wasn’t being understanding, and I could tell he was judging me. The look in his eyes almost made me want to cry. “You know what? I thought you were a nice guy. I thought you were open-minded, but you’re not. You are just one of those people that is open-minded for your own situation. But...”
“Whatever, Gemma.” He just stared at me, walked over to the door and opened it. “I’ll be downstairs. You can come down whenever you’re feeling better,” he said and walked out. I couldn’t believe he was being so rude to me.
I ran after him and hit him in the shoulder. “What is your problem?”
“What is my problem?” He turned around. “Are you fricking joking me right now?”
“What is your problem, Connor? I just do not understand.”
“You don’t understand?” He shook his head. “I thought you were different.”
“You thought I was different from what?”
“It doesn’t matter now.” He shrugged and walked away.
“Stop!” I grabbed his arm. “You need to talk to me right now.”
“For what, Gemma?”
We were both heaving. I stared at his lips and I could see that he was staring at mine. I moved slightly to the right, and the movement caused the front of my dress to fall down slightly. I knew he got a glance of my breasts.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath as he looked at me. “Come here.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the room, closed the door and locked it. “Ooh. You have no bra on?”
“And so what do you care?” I stared at him glaring.
“You have no bra on? You’re wearing a fucking sexy dress like that with no bra and you’re asking what I care?” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me toward him. “Fuck, Gemma.”
“What, Connor?” I said, glaring at him. And then he kissed me. I didn’t even care that he was being more passionate than usual. He sucked on my lower lip and chewed, and I yelped slightly as his teeth cut into my skin. I was pretty sure there was blood there, but I kissed him back with as much passion as I could as well.
We moved to the bed and my hands went up his shirt. His hand slid up the back of my dress and he growled as he realized I had on no panties. “Fuck, Gemma. No underwear at all?”
He looked at me in the eyes and I just winked at him. “Hey, a girl likes to have fun, you know.”
“You have fun, all right,” he said. He pulled my dress up and then kissed my lips one more time before going down on me. I could feel his tongue licking my slit, and I shivered as he started eating me out. He sucked on my clit, and then his hands pulled me further down the bed so that he was centered between my legs. I moaned as he stuck his tongue inside of me. My legs clasped his neck and I trembled on the bed. And then I heard the knock.
“Gemma.” Lucas’ voice.
“Yes?” I called out, hesitantly though. This wasn’t happening. I thought Connor was going to be a good guy because he stood up then. I smiled at him gratefully. The last thing I needed was for him to be eating me out as Lucas stood on the other side of the door.
“How are you feeling, babe?”
“I’m okay,” I said. I was about to get up and go to the door when I saw Connor unzipping his pants. “What are you doing?” I whispered at him.
“What do you think?” He grinned. He pulled his cock out and I stared at it in amazement. He was hard. He got back down on the bed and kissed me.
“We can’t do this, Connor,” I said as his hand slipped inside the top of my dress and caressed my breast. “Connor?”
“Yes, Gemma? I thought you liked being a bad girl,” he said as he sucked on my nipple.
“Connor.”
“So Gemma, do you want to open the door and let me in?” Lucas called out again, and I froze. I didn’t know what to do.
“Um, maybe later. I should continue to rest,” I cried out, trying to sound feeble.
Connor chuckled in my ear. “You’re a bad actress, my friend. A very bad actress.” He got on top of me and I glared at him as he positioned himself between my legs.
“Connor, you can’t.” I shook my head but then I moaned as I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy. “Connor,” I said. He pressed his lips against mine, and I ran my hands through his hair. I couldn’t stop then. It just felt so hot, so bad and wrong, but I wanted it. I wanted him.
“Gemma, maybe I should come in and make sure you’re okay.” Lucas was still outside the door. “Why don’t you come and open it, okay?”
“Um, just a...” I moaned as Connor’s penis entered me. “Oh my God,” I screamed into his shoulder as he thrust into me hard. His cock thrust in and out and I wrapped my legs around him.
“Like that, do you?” He grunted against my lips. I was so wet, and he felt so good.
“Gemma, you’re worrying me. Are you okay?” Lucas’ voice from the other side of the door alerted me to the fact that he was still there.
“Yes,” I called out, moaning in ecstasy. “Please just come back,” I screamed out again as Connor thrust into me even deeper. “Connor, please,” I moaned and whimpered into his shoulder as he fucked me hard.
“Shh.” He put his finger against my lips and grinned as he continued to fuck me. I could tell he was getting off on the fact that here we were doing something so bad while his brother was on the other side of the door.
“Gemma, I’m nervous. I’m going to try and break this door down if you don’t open it in a couple of minutes.”
“Just come back later. Please,” I cried out, needing him to go, needing him to leave. I needed for Connor to finish fucking me. I needed to come, and I needed to just be with Connor. I couldn’t deal with Lucas right now, no matter that I felt guilty, no matter that I knew I was doing the absolute craziest thing of my life.
“Okay, fine. I’ll come back in ten minutes,” Lucas said finally, and I could hear him walking away.
“What were you doing, Connor?” I growled at him as he continued fucking me relentlessly.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m making you come, just like you like,” he said, and then he pulled out of me and came all over my dress.
“Connor,” I growled, annoyed and pissed that he’d ruined my dress. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“You can’t believe I just did what?” he said, and then his fingers touched my clit and rubbed until I had my orgasm as well. He kissed my lips and I kissed him back passionately, my body flailing as he brought me to deep ecstasy.
“I wanted to make you come with my cock,” he said finally, whispering in my ear. “But I couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“You didn’t put on a condom,” I said, shaking my head at him.
“Well, I know I’m clean, and I assume you are as well if you haven’t had sex in ages.”
“Yeah, but ... “
“Hey, at least I didn’t come inside of you,” he said with a grin, and he kissed me on the lips again.
“We can’t do this, Connor,” I said. “Your brother was right outside the door.”
“I didn’t hear you telling me no,” he said with a grin. He laughed then and stood up. “You should clean yourself up. I think you’re going to have a hard time convincing Lucas that we barely know each other if my cum is all over your dress.”
“You’re such an asshole.” I hit him on the shoulder. “What am I meant to do?” I looked down at my dress. His cum was all over the bottom of the dress. My poor red dress was now stained with white cum. It was totally apparent that it was not a feature or pattern on the dress. “I need some water, and I need to rinse this out,” I sighed. “I thought you were going to help me here.”
“I am helping you,” he said. “Didn’t me fucking you help you to relax?” He grinned. “I mean, at least, it helped me to relax.”
“Connor.”
