Page 40 of The Freeuse Proposal
“Goodnight, Leo.”
“Sweet dreams, my pet.”
Sleep comes slowly, and the fantasy surfaces again. Complete surrender to two men.
I snuggle into his comfort and something that feels dangerously close to home.
Chapter 9
It takes me two more days to feel better, but as soon as I wake up I realize the glass wall is gone. I’m solid again.
And God, despite how hard the drop hit, it was absolutely worth it.
I stretch and smile. My muscles are loose and relaxed. The faint soreness between my legs is a pleasant reminder. Even the marks from the spanking have faded. But the fantasy of two men hasn’t faded.
If anything, the waiting has clarified it.
This is what I want.
I find Leo in the kitchen, humming a sea shanty while he makes pancakes. The familiar domestic scene wraps around me as I slide onto a stool at the island, and something in my chest loosens at the sight of him. Salt-and-pepper hair, those strong hands, the lines around his mouth that crinkle when he’s pleased.
He looks up and studies my face, and whatever he sees there makes his expression soften. “My lass is back.”
“I’m back,” I agree, and my voice sounds steadier than it has in days. “I think I’m ready to have that conversation. The one you wouldn’t let me have.”
He doesn’t pretend not to know what I mean. He sets down the spatula and faces me fully, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure? How are you feeling today. Honestly?”
“Eight out of ten. Maybe eight and a half. The fog is gone.”
Relief flickers across his features. “Then tell me, lass.”
My cheeks flush, but I don’t look away. I’ve been thinking about how to say this, and there’s no point being coy now.
“When I was in subspace and everything else fell away…my mind drifted to Dane coming for Christmas.” I pause, gathering courage. My cheeks are burning, and I have to push past the instinct to look away. “I imagined what it would be like to have both of you telling me what to do. Being shared between you.”
The words hang in the air. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. A month ago, I couldn’t have admitted this to myself, let alone to him. But the trust we’ve built in the past few weeks gives me the confidence to be honest.
“I don’t know what it says about me that I want this,” I admit. “That the thought of being used by two men makes me—” I break off, flushing harder.
“Makes you what, lass?” His voice has roughened, that Scottish accent thickening the way it does when he’s aroused.
“Wet.” I can barely get the word out. “It makes me wet just thinking about it.”
Leo rounds the island and tilts my chin up until our eyes meet. The hunger there steals my breath.
“It says you’re brave enough to ask for what you desire. That’s not something to be ashamed of, sweet girl. That’s something to be proud of.”
Oh thank God. He doesn’t think I’m broken or asking for too much.
“Dane is one of my oldest friends,” Leo continues. “He’s experienced—knows what he’s doing in this world—and I trust him completely. I wouldn’t share you with anyone I didn’t trust to treat you well.”
“What’s he like?” The question comes out breathless.
Leo’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Different from me. Quieter. More...deliberate.” His thumb traces slow circles on my skin. “We balance each other out. Always have.”
I wait for more, but he just watches me with those hazel eyes, clearly enjoying my curiosity.
“That’s it?”
