15. Ezekiel

She looks like shit. Her skin is pale, and her eyes don't hold any sparkle. Not like they did the night I met her.

"I'm not going anywhere and I don't need to be taken care of like a child. It's just a stomach bug." Her words hold such conviction, but she's fucking crazy if she thinks we're leaving her here.

"No! You have two choices. Pick one!" My voice is strong, not leaving any room for argument.

My brothers both nod in agreement when I lock eyes with them.

"No. I'm not going anywhere. And you're most definitely not staying here. In fact, I think it's time for all three of you to go. So either do it willingly or I'll call the police and let them know you're harassing me."

"That's a little extreme, don't you think?" Jay asks her.

"No. I've told you I'm fine. Just a stomach bug and you're acting as if I'm an invalid. You made these bold proclamations this last week about wanting to start fresh. So why not do that, and just do as I ask?" She sighs, and I see the tremble in her hands.

Fuck, this is not how I planned this to go. We were hoping this would be a good time to approach her as a unit. What we didn't expect was to find her in this bad of a shape.

What the hell do we do? If we don't leave like she asked, we may risk any chance with her. But if we leave her here and something happens, we'd hate ourselves.

Her fucking boyfriend should be here with her, not off gallivanting on a vacation without her.

"Selena, please be reasonable. Let one of us stay here with you. Just to make sure you're okay," I plead.

She sits there, just staring at me, almost as if she can see into my soul. Just when I think I've convinced her to see reason, she opens her mouth.

"No."

I groan in frustration, stand, and leave the room, going to the kitchen. Eli placed the bags of food on the table when she took off down the hallway. If she's not coming home with us, she's at least going to eat.

Going over to the cabinet, I search for a bowl, then pull drawers until I find the one with silverware.

I take out a container of chicken broth and pour a small amount into the bowl, replace the lid, and put the leftovers in her refrigerator.

Warming up the soup for a couple of minutes, I use the time to calm down. I don't need to let my anger get the best of me. Of the three of us, I have the shortest temper when I feel like I don't have control. And right now, I definitely don't. Selena has all the power.

"We need to go home. We'll come back tomorrow and check on her. We work tomorrow night. So we can see her in the morning and again before we go on shift. If we push her too hard right now, she's going to shut us out," Eli speaks softly.

"I know. Fuck Eli, she looks like death and we're going to walk out of here and leave her alone. You saw how dizzy she got. What if something happens?"

Opening the microwave, I carefully take out the bowl, not even caring that I'm burning my fingers.

"Brother, she'll be fine for one night. We'll give her two days and if she's not feeling better, we're dragging her ass to the doctor, then home with us. When that sorry ass boyfriend of hers gets back, I'm having a word with him," Eli spews with venom.

"You'll have to get in line. Let's take her the broth. I need to see her at least try to eat. Can you get her the Gatorade?"

I pick up the bowl with a dishtowel, wanting to make sure Selena doesn't burn her hands.

When I step back into the room, Jay is sitting so close that his body grazes against her. Seeing him with her, there's not an ounce of jealousy. Not like when I saw her with Sam. She was made to be with us. She's our soul mate. I'm going to fight for her, just like I know my brothers will. Dad's just going to have to accept it. He wants his happiness and we want ours. And it's Selena.

"We need you to eat a little of this soup, then we'll go. But we're going to be checking in on you tomorrow."

"Whatever," she finally relents, taking the soup from my hand.

"Be careful, it's hot," I tell her.

She takes her time, taking small bites as we watch her like a hawk. So far, so good; she seems to be taking the food okay. I didn't put a lot in her bowl. With how much she said she's been throwing up, I didn't want to shock her stomach.

"I can't anymore." She sets the bowl on the table and I'm happy to see she's eaten at least half of what I put in it.

"Good. There's more in your refrigerator if you get hungry later. You should have enough for today. One of us will be back tomorrow to bring you some more."

"Fine. I'm really tired now. Can you please go?" "We're going. But if you need us, call," I tell her.

"Okay."

We each tell her goodbye and leave.

Once we are back in our truck, we all start talking over each other, angry at the situation.

For the rest of the night, all I could think about was Selena there alone. I messaged her until I went to bed. Some she answered right away, others took longer. Her responses were short, but she still texted back, and that was the most important thing.

We didn't want to overwhelm her, so last night was my night to text. Today is Jay's.

Hopefully, we can get close to her and break down that barrier she's built up to keep us out.

I rake my hands through my hair, tugging on the ends, before I sit up in bed and swing my legs over the side. The coolness of the wood floor against my feet contrasts with the warmth of my bed.

We have a shift tonight, so one of us will take her some food this morning, and then all three of us will drop by before we head to the fire station.

If she's not looking better by tomorrow morning, she's in for a rude awakening, as her ass is coming home with us. I'd gladly sleep on the couch and give her my bed. I'd rather be cuddled up next to her with my arms wrapped around her, but I can be patient.

It's been months, but I still remember how amazing she felt that night. I fall back on the bed as I slip my hand underneath the band of my pajama pants and grip my already hardened shaft.

I give it a firm squeeze before stroking up and down.

Memories from that night flow through my head. How she smelled of cherry blossoms. How she would let out that little gasp when my fingers slid across her soft belly. The way her nipples pebbled when I flicked them with my tongue, blowing my warm breath across them.

My strokes become faster as my thoughts run rampant.

She was so wet that night, so responsive to my every touch. She knew what she wanted and took it. Her confidence was such a fucking turn-on.

Her pussy was perfect. It was made for my cock, fitting it like a glove.

I can still see the way her heavy breasts bounced as she rode my cock. The way she cried out when she orgasmed, squeezing her legs tightly against my hips.

It's all I need to send me over the edge as I let out a mix between a groan and a grunt, my cum shooting from my cock.

I need her. No, that's not right. It's more like I crave her. She's an addiction I'll never grow tired of. With Selena, I see a future not only for me but also with my brothers. There's nothing I want more than to see her grow round with our children as we build a family together.

There are just a couple of things in the way.

Sam and our parents. More specifically, her fucking mother.

We need to find a way to get rid of Sam and convince our parents that it's okay for us to not only share the same woman, but that it's not weird that she's our stepsister.

One thing's for sure, we're not going to keep letting Julia talk to her the way she has been. It's unacceptable.

We need to call Dad so we can have a private conversation with him about Julia. I just don't understand why he's changed. This person he's becoming is not the man he is, the one we've known our entire lives.

Sitting up, I pull my shirt over my head and clean the cum from my hands before standing and going to my ensuite bathroom to shower.

Thirty minutes later, after showering and dressing for the day, I head out of my room to check on my brothers. I wonder if they are also flooded with memories and craving more of our woman.

I find Eli in the kitchen, sitting at the table, staring intently at his phone, with a cup of coffee in hand. But Jay's nowhere around.

"Where's Jay?"

"He went to get some food for Selena and check on her. He's going to try to see if she'll let him spend some time there today before we have to go in to work. I've been checking out Selena's social media, but they"re all private. I wanted to find out what she's like. Do you think it's weird if I request to be her friend?"

I laugh because I wish I would've thought of that myself. Heading to the counter, I take a cup off the dish rack and pour some coffee.

"No, I think I will too. It'll also be a good way to learn about her piece of shit boyfriend."

"He's going to be her ex-boyfriend if I have anything to do with it. Why would he go on a vacation without her, Zeke? It makes no sense to me."

Stepping over to the table, I take a seat across from him.

"I don't know. But I'm fully with you on him becoming her ex. We need to decide when we want to talk to Dad. He needs to answer some questions, and we need to make sure he's aware of how we feel about Selena and our intentions."

I lift the cup to my lips, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

"No better time than the present. I'll message him now."

Me: Hey Dad, what are you doing?

Dad: Going to play some tennis with Julia, then look at some homes.

Me: She's really going to sell the house, instead of leaving it to Selena. At least offer for her to buy it.

Dad: It's Julia's house to do with as she pleases. Selena has not been exactly the best daughter to her. Maybe you boys can spend some time with her and your respect will rub off on her.

Is he for fucking real!?

Me: Yeah we can spend time with her. But me and guys want to meet with you, maybe for lunch.

Dad: Sure. Let's do this Saturday. We can go for brunch then play a round of golf.

Me: Sounds good.

Dad is handled. He's going to know the truth. Now we just need to win the heart of the woman taking over ours.