“You keep beating on the door like that and it’s a sure way to get her to keep it closed.”

I turn around, surprised to see Emma behind us. She’s got her arms crossed and she stares at us like we’re idiots.

“Give her a second. She just woke up in a strange place with two strange men.”

“We’re not strange,” I say defensively.

“Okay, how about intimidating?” she revises.

I look to Wes, who shrugs like she’s got a point, and I shake my head. Turning back to Amelia’s door, I place my hand on it and try to sound calm.

“Hey, we’re sorry for scaring you. Come have breakfast with us. You can meet our sisters and eat some food.”

“Sisters?” I hear a muffled squeak on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, Cassie and Emma,” I say, waiting on her to open the door. But after a few beats nothing happens.

“I told you guys to give her some space,” Emma says, throwing up her hands and going back into our house.

“We just wanted to make sure you got home safe last night. Nothing happened. If you open the door I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Liar,” Amelia and Wes say at the exact same time.

I smile and wink at Wes. I’m totally lying, but I want to get her to open the door.

“We have coffee,” Wes says, and the lock on the door flips.

After a second the door opens and her soft brown eyes peek out. “Coffee?”

I’m instantly relieved when I can lay my eyes on her again. When she sees the two of us her eyes travel down to our bare chests and it takes all my restraint to not flex for her. I want her to think I look good without my shirt on.

“Coffee,” Wes confirms and nods.

He’s always been a man of few words until you really get to know him. Then he talks a little more, but always gets to the point.

“Okay, but let me change,” she says, looking up and down our bodies again.

Fuck, I’m gonna get hard with her eyes on me, and these gray joggers are going to do nothing to hide it.

“You’ve got three minutes,” I say.

“I’ll come over when I’m finished,” she promises, but I shake my head.

“We’re waiting. Now you’ve got two minutes and fifty-two seconds.”

“Eek!” She slams the door.

I hear loud noises coming from the other side of the door and I look at Wes, who shrugs. I don’t actually count the seconds, I just wanted her to take us seriously.

After what must be three minutes, she opens the door looking just as beautiful as she did last night. Her blonde hair is in a messy bun and she’s got on a cropped sweatshirt and low-hanging joggers. The band of skin that’s showing on her belly is almost enough to make me fall to my knees just so I can smell it.

“Goddamn,” Wes mutters next to me, and this time I’m the one without words.

“Someone said something about coffee.” She smiles and it hits me right in the chest.

I clear my throat as we walk across the hall and into our place. I close the door firmly behind her and flip the lock. I don’t want her getting away so easily again.

When we walk into the kitchen, Emma and Cassie are plating up food. Amelia follows them into the dining room, and Wes and I take a seat on either side of her.

“This is a ton of food,” Amelia says, her eyes wide as she stares at the table.

“We’re growing boys,” I say and wink at her. Her cheeks pinken a little and she turns her focus to the napkin in her lap.

“There. I think that’s everything,” Emma says, placing the coffee on the table. “You guys enjoy.”

“Wait, you two are leaving?” Amelia says to her and Cassie.

Cassie grabs her bag off the bar in the kitchen and slings it over her shoulder. “Yeah, Emma and I live in Los Angeles. We come visit our brothers when we’ve got a free weekend at the same time. This was just a quick visit to say congratulations on another great season.” She looks over at Emma, who’s got an overnight bag on her shoulder, too. “You ready?”

“Yep. Thanks again for a fun night. It was really great meeting you, Amelia. I hope we’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

The two of them smile and wave goodbye as they leave. When the door clicks, we’re finally alone and excited anticipation rolls over me.

“So, they’re your sisters?” she asks, not looking at either of us.

Wes grabs the coffee and pours her some while I take her plate and start piling it with food.

“Yes. Now, would you like to explain why you ran out on us this morning?” I ask.

“Umm.” She takes a big bite of eggs. She’s stalling for time.

“Were you trying to get away from us?” Wes asks. His voice has changed and I can tell he’s excited, too. The woman we’ve both been waiting on is in between us right now.

“Not necessarily,” she hedges, and we both wait for her to clarify. “I just remember being at the club and then nothing else after. I woke up in a strange bed with two men I don’t know and I wasn’t sure what happened. Can’t a woman have a second to get her thoughts together?”

“We like to cuddle,” I say, reaching out and tucking a loose hair behind her ear so I can see her face better.

“Oh,” she says, and the color of her cheeks deepens. “Do you? Um, I mean, do the two of you, um…cuddle with one another?”

I let out a bark of laughter at the way she’s phrasing the question. “Wes and I sleep in the same bed, but no, we don’t cuddle with one another. We have a really strong bond. One that we hope to share with you one day.”

She snaps her head up to look at me, and her soft brown eyes are filled with more questions after my bold statement.

“You don’t even know me,” she whispers, then looks away.

“We’d like to get to know you,” I say.

She takes a sip of her coffee and I wait for her to figure out what she’s going to ask next. I can practically see the wheels turning in her brain.

“Have you lived here long?”

“We moved in a couple of years ago when we were drafted to Vegas. Wes and I have an extra room our family stays in when they visit, but otherwise we like to lead a quiet life. We’re homebodies who tend to spend our nights playing video games or watching Netflix.” She gives me a small smile and I can see some of the fear in her body slipping away. “Wes is also a really good cook and I like to eat.”

“You cook?” she asks, turning to Wes.

He wipes his mouth and nods. “I took some classes in college.” He shrugs it off like he’s not Iron Chef-quality.

“We also spend a lot of our time in the gym here. We’ll probably be doing that at some point today if you want to come with.” Thoughts of Amelia sweaty and bending over fill my mind and I lick my lips. I bet she’d taste so good.

“I heard there was a spa,” she says and leans back in her chair. “I could use a massage after last night.”

I lock eyes with Wes and see that we’re both thinking the same thing. We want to be the ones oiling her up. The thought of a stranger putting his hands on her…yeah, that isn’t going to happen.

“Are you sore from last night?” Wes asks, and I know he’s doing it to change the subject from the spa back to us.

“A little,” she says, blushing. “I guess it was from the dancing. Nothing, um, happened, right? You said we just cuddled.”

“That’s right,” I say. “Wes carried you inside and I put you in our bed. We kept our pants on. All of us.”

“But we all slept together?” She looks to Wes, who nods.

“So do you, um, date women together, or how does it work?”

There it is, the question she’s been wanting to ask.

“We’ve never dated anyone long term before. But that’s the idea. One woman for the two of us,” I say, trying to be as open and honest as I can with her. I want this to work, and I don’t want to scare her. Giving her all the facts up front should help with that.

She opens her mouth to speak, but she’s cut off by her ringing phone. It’s sitting on the table in front of her and I glance down to see Dad on the screen. My hackles rise and though I shouldn’t be angry, because it’s her father, I’m annoyed at anything stealing time from us.

“Excuse me,” she says, standing up and grabbing her phone. “Hey, Dad, what’s up?”

I look at Wes and he shakes his head slightly, telling me to be cool and not follow her. She walks into the living room and we can still see her from where we’re at. I can even make out some of her conversation, even though she’s trying to be quiet.

“Yeah, some of the boxes, but I didn’t realize I had so much.” There’s some silence and then I hear her again. “I can’t tonight. I’ve got plans. Sure, I can do that. Okay, see you in a little bit.”

“Plans?” Wes asks me and I shrug, I know just as much as he does.

“Yeah, sounds perfect. I love you, too. Bye.”

Amelia walks over to us but doesn’t sit down. “Thank you both so much for breakfast, but I’ve got to go.”

“Why?” Wes asks, like he has every right to know.

“My dad needs me to go over some stuff before tomorrow. It’s my first day at work,” she replies, and I can see how excited she is. She looks so happy.

“So we’ll see you tonight?” I ask, hoping that we we’re the plans she was talking about.

“I, um, don’t think I can tonight, but maybe tomorrow.” She walks towards the door, and Wes and I are hot on her heels. “You guys aren’t going to break down my door, are you?”

She bites her lip and looks back and forth between the two of us. I want to pick her up and pin her against the wall.

“Not right now. But when you’re in our bed again, your little ass better stay put,” Wes says and leans down, giving her a quick, soft kiss.

When he releases her, I do the same, feeling the delicate touch of her lips against mine. It’s not as long as I want it to be, and it’s damn well not deep enough, but for right now it’s what we’ll give her.

“Don’t run from us,” I say, holding her chin and making her look into my eyes.

After a moment, she nods and then I take a step back to let her walk out of the door and across the hall. We watch her go into her place and glance back at us once more before she shuts her door. I close ours after that and look at Wes.

“You better know what you’re doing,” he says as he turns and goes back to the dining room table.

“Me too,” I mumble to myself before I join him.