Chapter 5
Blue
In the space of less than twenty-four hours, my entire life had changed. I'd gone from being single, lonely, and feeling a little frumpy to being in a relationship with two men who adored every part of me.
After the marathon sex session, we'd fallen asleep.
I'd found myself alternating between being the little spoon with either Drake or Dane or squishing between them.
It surprised me that there had been no jealousy.
Instead, we'd fallen together in a rhythm I still didn't understand.
It felt easy, fun, and somehow deeper—and oh, so right.
I'd woken this morning alone in bed, dragged myself out, and found the guys sitting on the front porch drinking coffee and waiting for cinnamon buns to finish baking.
Dane had pulled me into his lap while Drake went and made me a cup. We'd sat there, chatting about their dreams for their business, for us, for this big house they wanted to fill with memories—and maybe kids.
We ate the sticky warm buns on the porch, the breeze warm, and the sun bright. I thought they'd want to take me back to bed, but instead, they showed me around the property, pointing out all the features and explaining the upgrades.
In the barn, they pressed me into the hayloft, now an additional storage room complete with a beat-up leather couch, and took turns eating my pussy until I had to cry for mercy.
I then watched, sprawled across the couch, completely spellbound as Drake and Dane fucked.
They knew each other's limits, knew how to stroke, how to press, how hard to move, and what to do to elicit the exact response they needed to come.
And come they did. With me watching, their bodies locked together. They came, and I watched, relishing their pleasure, basking in their love. That love flowed through me, enveloped me, and burrowed its way into the darkest parts of my soul, erasing doubts and engraving this feeling into my core.
I love them.
They were so different. Dane—dark, quiet, and more likely to touch than speak.
Though I'd discovered he had no trouble taking control and issuing orders in the heat of the moment.
And Drake—light, loud and jovial. He liked to watch as much as he liked to partake, something which had surprised me, considering he was so hands-on and commanding outside the bedroom.
I stared at my phone, struggling to know what to say to my friends.
Blue
Um… so. I think we need a girls night.
I hit back, deleting the message.
Blue
I slept with them. And yes, Ani, I will share details.
I hit delete again.
Blue
Book club Monday. I’ll bring the wine.
"There's nothing here.” Drake ran a hand through his hair, the other holding the refrigerator door open as he peered at the empty shelves.
I hit send on my message and tossed it on the counter.
"I don't understand how you boys ate it all in the few days between me seeing you shopping and today,” I finally commented from my seat at their long island, trying to ignore how my heart ached happily in my chest.
“We're growing boys,” Drake protested, shooting me a cheeky grin. “Can't expect any food to last around here." He turned back to the fridge. "Case in point."
"Then let's go out," Dane said, exiting the laundry. He hefted the basket up, dropping a kiss on my head as he passed. "Bronze Horseman has a band tonight," he called over his shoulder as he headed outside to the clothesline.
Drake shut the door, moving to lean against the counter. He gave me an eyebrow lift.
I shrugged, "They do have great food."
"And you like dancing," Drake smiled. "You, us, we'll tear up the dance floor."
My heart skipped a little. "Are you sure you want to—" I trailed off, trying to find the words. "Declare like that?"
"Declare you're ours, and we're all together?" Drake asked, not allowing me to look away. "Baby, we've wanted to do that for years."
The question burned the tip of my tongue, seared through my thoughts, and whispered doubts in my ear.
"Then why did you stay away?"
Drake's eyebrows rose in surprise before settling into a frown, "We should wait for Dane."
I blinked. "You can't just tell me?"
Drake's frown deepened. "It's not that simple."
"Not simple? You just need to tell me why you didn't contact me."
He reached across the island, hooking a hand behind my head. "Babe, just give me two minutes to—"
"Please, Drake. Help me understand."
He blew out a breath. "Fine. You remember when you were eighteen. You had that big shindig planned?”
I remembered. I'd purchased a new dress, done my hair just so, and worked my tail off to ensure it would be my big night, my first as a woman.
They never turned up, despite being on leave.
"We arrived the day before. Were going to surprise you."
I jerked back, blinking rapidly. "But you didn't come to—"
"No.” He blew out a breath. "We really should wait for Dane."
I bit my lip, experiencing a million different emotions at once. Finally, I give him a small nod.
"Let's move this to the lounge."
I sat in the one armchair in the room, desperate for space. Drake perched on the couch across from me, his hands clasped between his legs, his gaze trained on me. We heard the door open and Dane's heavy footsteps moving through the house.
"We're in the lounge," Drake called, not looking away from me.
"So, we going—" Dane's voice trailed off. "What's going on?"
"Blue wants to know why we never reached out."
"Fuck." He dropped the basket, reaching two hands up to shove through his hair. "Fuck."
"You're freaking me out," I whispered, glancing from Dane to Drake and back. Dane moved to sit beside Drake, their legs brushing as they exchanged a look.
"First thing," Drake finally said when they'd reached an unspoken agreement. "We've always wanted you. We've always loved you. Even before that night in the garage."
I sucked in a breath, unsure of what to think.
"But," Drake continued. "You were sixteen, and what we wanted, while legal, wouldn't have made sense to anyone but us."
"We didn't want that for you, not at that age,” Dane agreed. "High school is shit enough without adding gossip to the mix."
"So, you left?"
"Yeah, but we'd always planned on coming back."
"And we did," Dane said. "The day before your eighteenth."
"But you didn't attend."
"No," Drake agreed. They both looked so sombre, so serious that my heart ached.
"We went to your parents.” Drake sighed, shaking his head. "That was a mistake."
"My parents? Why?"
"We asked for their blessing. To date you, to woo you, to marry you."
I blinked in shock. They'd never said a word.
"Your Dad told us no. Your Momma was slightly better, but the final answer was still no."
Dane leaned forward, capturing my attention. "You have to understand, Blue. We grew up without parents. There wasn't any way we were doing something that would have resulted in a breakdown between you and your family."
"Wasn't that my decision to make?"
They shook their heads. "We couldn't have lived with ourselves."
I sat back, sinking into the deep lounge chair, brain whirling. Finally, I looked back over at them, hands gripping the arms of the seat.
"What changed?"
"Your parents."
"What?"
Drake nodded. "Your mother's cancer made them reassess their decision.
They called us, we were overseas at the time, but they said they were sorry.
Apologized for making a decision that had influenced your life and ours.
They realized that we only had your best interests at heart, and we would treat you like the queen you are. "
Dane's lips quirked. "I think your mother even said she'd cut our balls off if we ever hurt you."
"But they gave you their blessing?" I asked, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.
"Yeah, baby. Said they'd support us so long as it was your choice."
Tears stung my eyes. "Wow," I murmured, raising a shaky hand to my mouth. "This is—wow."
"We're sorry, Bluebell," Dane said, pinning me with his serious dark gaze. "But we were prepared to live without you if we knew you were happy."
I wanted to rage at them for making this decision without me.
I wanted to throw things and rant and make a mess.
But I didn't. I let that anger go in a long, hard sigh.
Because the fact was, I understood their reasoning.
Broken homes, shitty foster houses, they knew the importance of family—particularly a good family—and mine was the best. They wouldn't have done anything to take me away from mine.
And as much as I loved both of them, it would have hurt me to have my family reject my decision.
I swiped at my tears, appreciating that they were still giving me the space I needed.
"Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked, finally.
They exchanged a look.
"You get to pick who you wanna marry," Drake told me.
"But the other one gets first chance at knocking you up," Dane growled.
I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? You want to marry me?"
"And knock you up," Drake agreed.
They both grinned, and I felt that familiar flutter in my belly.
"What if I want you two to get married?" I asked, genuinely curious.
They looked at each other in surprise.
"But, don't you want a day?"
"Sure, but I can tie myself to you through our babies. You two can't do the same with me. And it doesn't seem fair to only marry one of you."
"How about we decide all this later?" Dane asked, rising to his feet. "You got a choice now, babe. We can either head to the bar or to bed. But either way, you're getting some lovin' first."
I let him pull me up, wrapping my arms around him and settling into his embrace with a sigh. Drake's arms came around us, holding us all together. It felt beautiful. Right.
"Bar," I finally decided. "I want to show off my men."
They both chuckled.