Page 43 of The Freeuse Proposal
The difference makes me shiver.
“Leo explained what you discussed,” Dane says neutrally. “But I want to hear it from you. Tell me what you want to happen tonight.”
My breath hitches. He’s not giving me an easy out and letting me say a simple yes or no. He wants me to own it.
I meet his gaze directly. “I want both of you. I want to be shared, used by both of you.”
Dane doesn’t answer. The silence goes on too long to be accidental. He wants me to hear myself. To understand the weight of what I just offered.
“And if it’s too much?” His voice is quiet, but the question lands hard. “If you find yourself somewhere you didn’t expect to be?”
My throat tightens, but I hold his gaze. “Then I use my safewords. Red to stop. Yellow to slow down. Or I can tap out.”
Approval warms his dark eyes. “Good girl.”
The praise from him lands differently than from Leo. And somehow I know he doesn’t give it often, but when he does, it means something.
Leo’s hand tightens on my hip, and his voice drops to that rough Scottish rumble that always makes my core clench. “Then let’s not keep our girl waiting any longer.”
He guides me toward the bedroom, Dane close behind. I’m hyperaware of them both. Each step winds me tighter. My heart’s racing, and my pussy aches with an intensity that’s still new to me.
At the bedroom door, Leo pauses.
“Last chance, lass. You still want this?”
I look at him—my silver fox, my dominant—then over my shoulder at Dane.
Two months ago, I couldn’t have admitted any of this to myself, let alone said it out loud. I was looking for escape, a rough fuck to forget my problems. Nothing more. I didn’t know I was looking for this.
“Yes.” I turn back to Leo, letting him see everything in my eyes—the trust that’s only grown over these weeks, the certainty I didn’t expect to find. “I want both of you.”
Leo’s smile turns wicked. “Then Merry Christmas, pet.”
The bedroom door opens. I walk in. Even though I’ve been here plenty of times, tonight is different. The bed looks massive. My pulse pounds hard enough that I feel it everywhere.
Dane steps in front of me first. “Look at me, Alice.”
His voice is quiet, but the command in it is unmistakable. I meet his dark eyes, and what I find there steals my breath.
“You’re trembling,” he observes.
“I’m nervous,” I admit. “But I want this.”
Approval flickers in his eyes, subtle but unmistakable. “Good. Nervousness means you understand what you’re giving us.” His hand comes up to cup my jaw, tilting my face toward thelight. His touch is firm but unhurried, so different from Leo’s immediate heat. “And what are you giving us tonight, Alice?”
Behind me, Leo’s thumb traces slow circles on my spine. They’re both waiting for me to say it out loud. To claim this desire with my own voice.
I swallow hard. “Everything.”
Leo’s groan is low and approving against my ear. “That’s my good girl.”
But Dane doesn’t smile. He holds my stare, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “Then let’s begin.”
They guide me toward the bed, and as I move between them, I realize the last knot of fear has unraveled completely. What replaces it feels like jumping off a cliff and knowing someone will catch you.
I’m not scared anymore.
I’m exactly where I want to be and about to get exactly what I want.
