Page 72 of The Freeuse Proposal
“I want the possibility when the time is right.” I glance at Dane. “With both of you.”
Dane has an expression I’ve never seen on him before. Stunned is the closest word.
I remember what he told me about Claire and how she wanted him settled and the white picket fence dream, and suddenly, I’m afraid this is the deal breaker for him.
His “yes” comes before I can spiral.
“Yes?” I echo, not sure I actually heard him correctly.
“Yes.” He smiles, and his whole face lights up. “With you. Yes.”
They really are willing to give me everything.
Leo’s arms tighten around me. “We probably shouldn’t wait too long to get started on this baby. You’re shacking up with two old men.”
I laugh and press closer to him while my whole body shudders from relief. “I mean, we might need practice sessions. Lots and lots of practice.”
Before anyone can respond, the countdown starts on TV. The crowd on screen is screaming. Confetti is already falling.
Ten. Nine. Eight.
We all stand up.
Seven. Six. Five.
I’m standing between them. Leo’s hand on my waist and Dane’s fingers laced with mine.
Two. One.
I kiss Leo first. The fire catches the silver in his hair. The laugh lines beside his eyes. The man who gave me a home before Iknew I needed one. His mouth is warm, and he kisses me like he’s staking a claim. His hand slides into my hair, and when his tongue sweeps against mine, my knees go soft.
Then I turn to Dane. He’s tall and still, with that gravity that pulls me in every single time. The man who kneeled at my feet tonight and told me he loved me. His kiss is slow and thorough. His hand cups my jaw while his thumb traces my cheekbone. He kisses me like he wants to memorize the shape of my mouth.
When I pull back, I’m breathless and tingling, standing between two men who love me.
Two months ago, I would’ve laughed in anyone’s face who told me this would be my life.
Two months ago, I was broke, alone, and not sure how I was going to find an apartment I could afford.
Now I have everything I could imagine wanting.
I squeeze Dane’s hand and press closer to Leo’s side, giving them both my best coy look. “Now, Sirs, are you going to take your freeuse slut to bed and breed her for the first time this year?”
Leo’s grin goes wolfish. Dane’s eyes darken.
They don’t have to be told twice.
Chapter 8
They march me upstairs while my pulse is hammering so hard I can hear it in my ears. I just told them to breed me, and they’re taking me to bed like they’ve been waiting for me to say it.
Once we’re in the room, I stop in front of Leo’s bed. Our bed? God, I don’t even know what to call it anymore. All I know is two sexy older men that I love are standing on either side of me, and they’re going to make me beg them to fill me up.
Am I insane?
Probably.
Do I care?
