Page 70 of The Freeuse Proposal
“Alice.” His accent thickens. “The arrangement ended almost as soon as you moved in.”
My entire body is buzzing, and I stop breathing.
“The moment I watched you fall asleep in my bed and realized I didn’t want you to leave? It stopped being a transaction.”
Oh fuck, I’m going to cry. I do my best to blink back the tears.
“Stay,” he says. “This is your home, lass. It has been for a while now. What do you say?”
I can’t stop the tears, and there’s a painful pressure building behind my ribs. I cover my mouth so I don’t start sobbing too. Fuck. I’m a mess.
The guys don’t say anything as they give me time to process.
“Okay, my turn,” I say once I feel it’s safe to speak without blubbering. “I want to be here with both of you.”
Deep breath, Alice.
“It’s not just the sex, even though—holy hell, the sex.” A watery laugh escapes me. “I want the singing in the morning and the oatmeal. I want to belong somewhere for the first time in my life.”
My voice cracks, but I keep going.
“I want movie nights and arguments about whose turn it is to choose. I want to paint in a studio I never dreamed I’d have.”
I take a shaky breath. My face is wet, and I don’t care.
“I want you both. I want all of it.”
Dane moves first. He kneels in front of me.
And oh. Oh god. This man who has had me on my knees is now on his. That sight nearly breaks me.
He cups my face in both hands and wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
“You can have all of it,” he says quietly. “We want to give you everything.”
I turn to Leo. The dominant is gone. What’s left is a man who looks like I’m a gift he never expected.
“I love you, Alice. And I agree, we want to give you everything and anything you want. You just have to ask.”
My voice breaks. “I love you so much it scares me.”
His hand comes to the back of my neck. Pulls me forward until our foreheads press together. He kisses me hard. I grab the front of his shirt with both fists and hold on.
When we break apart, I turn to Dane. He’s still kneeling on the floor, and his eyes glisten.
I reach for him. My fingers slide along his jaw, over the dark scruff. The muscle there tightens under my touch.
“I love you too, Dane.” I say it clearly. Deliberately. The way he would. “I know it’s only been a week. I don’t care. I love you.”
He closes his eyes. When he opens them, there’s a wonder in his expression. “I love you, Alice.”
I pull him up to the couch, and then I’m wedged between them again, Dane’s arm around my waist, Leo’s hand on my thigh. I’m crying and laughing at the same time like a complete disaster of a human being.
My two men.
Me. The girl who couldn’t pay her rent two months ago is in love with two impossibly sexy commanding men who somehow love me back.
Is this real life? Am I dreaming?
