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“Aww, you guys.” I spin around and freeze.

They’re both on their knees. And they’re both holding rings out to me.

I take a step back.

“We know you’re against marriage,” Landon says. “But we still want you to be ours.”

“I hardly need a ring to be yours.” My heart gallops in my chest. Tears sting my eyes. I’ve always been adamant about not wanting to get married to anyone, but that was only because my marriage wasn’t going to be my choice. This is different.

“We’re not asking for marriage. We’re asking for you to choose,” Kerrington says.

I shake my head. There’s no way in Hell I could ever choose between them.

“Chooseus,” Landon says, reading my mind.

Kerrington’s brow pinches, as if he’s afraid I’ll run again. “Give us the honor of spending the rest of our lives making you happy.”

“We won’t make you regret it,” Landon adds.

As if I could ever regret a single moment I’ve had with these two? Impossible.

“We’re so proud of you, baby. Taking control of your life, knowing your worth, going after what you want.” Kerrington’s voice does this straining, raspy thing that happens when he gets too emotional. It pulls my heart strings big time. “We just want to be part of it forever.”

“And a ring will do that?”

Landon side-eyes Kerrington. “I told you handcuffing her to us was a more logical option.”

“Shut up.”

The way I break out into a giggle fit is something I’ll never live down. “Oh my god, you two.” I sink to my knees in front of them and wrap them in my arms. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“I mean, you say that like it’s a bad thing.” Landon wraps his arms around me and beams.

Kerrington shrugs playfully. “I like you crazy. You’re fun when you’re unhinged.”

That makes me laugh even harder.

“Yes.”

Landon looks at Kerrington. “Did she sayyes to us or…. Am I being delulu?”

“Say it again, Duchess.”

“Yes,” I repeat, locking gazes with Kerrington. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“She definitely said yes,” Landon whispers loudly at him. Then he fists bumps the air. “Wait. Does this mean you’re wearing the rings, or should I order new handcuffs?”

We broke the last two sets being too rough last week.

“Collar, leash, handcuffs, rings, I want it all.”

My guys light up. “We’re soooo buying a house with a basement, Kerr.”

They break out in belly laughs, but I’m at a loss. “I don’t get it.”

“We’ll tell you later.” Kerrington slips his ring on my left hand while Landon slides his onto my right.

Gasping, it hits me. “Oh my god. Are you working on a kidnapping fantasy? Because if so, I’m totally down for that. Tie me up, Daddy.”

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