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?”
“For now.”
“That’s not fair,” I protest. “You can’t just—”
“I can, lass.” He silences me with a kiss. “And I am. Some things are better discovered than explained.”
A shiver runs through me. The mystery is its own kind of anticipation.
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now, if we’re going to do this, we need to talk about boundaries.”
He pulls back, his expression shifting to something more serious.
“What are you comfortable with?” he asks. “Both of us at once? One at a time? Are there acts you want off the table?”
I think through it carefully. The truth is, I’m not entirely sure since I’ve never done anything like this before. But I know what I experienced in that fantasy. The complete surrender.
“I want to try everything,” I say slowly. “Both of you at once. Being used by one while the other watches. All of it.” I meet his eyes. “But I need to know I can stop if it’s too much.”
“Always.” His voice is firm, absolute. “The safewords still apply. Dane knows the system. He’ll respect it completely. I wouldn’t have him in my life if he didn’t.”
“And what about...” I hesitate, suddenly shy. “What about where he can—I mean, both of you at the same time would mean—”
“Are you asking if you can take us both, lass?” The words come out rough, almost a growl. “One in that pretty pussy and one in that tight little ass?”
Holy hell. Hearing him say it out loud makes heat flood through me. I nod, not trusting my voice.
“That’s something we’d work up to. Make sure you’re ready. Dane is patient—he’ll take his time preparing you.” His hand slides to the back of my neck, gripping with ownership. “He’ll be a lucky man if I share my toy.”
The claim in his voice sends a rush of heat straight to my core. “Yes, Sir.”
“So you want this? You’re consenting with a clear head, knowing exactly what you’re agreeing to?”
I look up at him—this man who has taken me apart and put me back together, who held me through subdrop and refused to let me consent until I was ready. I’ve never trusted anyone the way I trust him.
“Yes, I want both of you.”
His smile sharpens with dark promise. “Then, my sweet lass, you’ll have us.”
My heart stutters. “Really?”
“Dane’s flight lands tomorrow. Christmas Eve, remember?” He leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss that makes my toes curl. “My pet deserves whatever she wants for Christmas.”
Time stretches impossibly long. I try to read, but the words blur together. I try to watch a movie, but I can’t follow the plot. My mind keeps circling back to tomorrow—what it will be like, what they’ll do to me. Now that I’ve really decided, I’m an impatient slut for two cocks.
I’m not going to be able to sleep.