“I just want you here. Permanently. The boxes mean you’re not going anywhere.”
“Possessive much?” I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.
His dark eyes crinkled as he smiled.
“Definitely.”
“Not as much as me,” Leo replied, coming over to kiss me.
That was true. Dane had made it very clear since the shooting two months ago where I stood with them. Between them. Just like I was now.
We were a couple. A threesome. Together. Whatever it was called, no matter how untraditional it was, it was us.
We were together. I couldn’t pick just one of them to be with, and I didn’t have to.
I loved Dane for his wit. His calm, efficient ease. And Leo, I loved him for his demanding ways. His possessiveness that held no bounds.
I loved them both just as they loved me.
It had happened fast. Too fast, but now that O’Sullivan had made peace with us, we’d slowed down. Enjoyed the newness of our relationship.
I’d spent every night since the meeting with O’Sullivan at their penthouse. My clothes had slowly migrated into the walk-in closet. They’d been patient and let me decide when I’d move in officially, but I knew, I was already there with them.
“No events tonight or tomorrow?” Leo asked.
He knew my schedule better than I did, but he was checking for confirmation.
“Nope.”
He stroked his knuckles over my cheek. “Good. Call Jane and tell her you won’t be checking your phone.”
I frowned at him.
He was always so serious, but right now, he had a playful gleam in his eye.
“Oh?”
Dane’s hand rose to cup my breast.
“We plan to have you in every room of this place.”
I laughed. “You already have.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t live here before,” Dane added, giving my nipple a little tweak. “Now where’s that pink jeweled plug?”
When he stepped back to stare at my boxes, I made a run for it, glancing over my shoulder as I went.
The guys were smiling at me as they strode in my direction. Leo was tugging off his shirt.
“When we catch you, sugar, we’re starting in the kitchen. I’ll grab the honey and make a feast of you.”
Leo’s words rang with sweet promise, and my pussy ached with need. Yeah, life with my men was wild. Dark. Delicious.