Page 9 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
A separate, smaller garage housed their everyday vehicles closer to the house, and it was there that Dane parked his own car. He opened his mouth to speak but Eric held up a finger in a shhh motion, then nodded to the back seat. A quick look over his shoulder told him Emily had fallen asleep.
The way her long dark hair fell over her forehead and framed her pretty face entranced him. As did the gentle rise and fall of her chest as her soft snores escaped her. Emily was cute as fuck at the best of times, but watching her sleep eased something in Dane’s chest he hadn’t realised was tight. He could breathe easy again.
A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Let’s get her inside and put her to bed,” he murmured, unbuckling his seatbelt as quietly as possible. Eric nodded and gently popped open his door.
Within moments, Dane had Emily scooped up in his arms, her face nestled in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Her warm, even breaths caressed his throat, and her long hair tickled his skin.
He’d missed this.
Missed the feel of her in his arms, the sound of her cute little moans when they kissed, or when he cupped her full breasts and murmured sweet dirty nothings in her ear.
Had it only been two months since they’d last touched her so intimately? It felt like a fucking eternity. And Emily was right, they might have spent months flirting hard, but they weren’t dating. They had no right to be pissed off that she’d gone out with someone else, even if that someone was Matthew fucking Spencer.
Besides the flirting, some stolen kisses and a little light groping whenever they could manage to sneak away at barbeques, or bumped into each other somewhere around town, they hadn’t even taken her on a proper date yet. They’d wanted to go slow and not scare her away with their unconventional brand of love. They’d wanted to build something more permanent with her. Something real. And then they’d had their lives turned upside down and everything had gone to shit.
But Emily was theirs.
Dane had felt it down to his bones from the moment they'd met her a year ago. She had invaded his every waking thought ever since. Most of his dreaming thoughts too.
And he knew Eric felt the same.
He also knew their situation wasn't considered normal. Two brothers loving the one woman? Without jealousy or coming to blows? It was unheard of, right?
Wrong.
Dane and his older brother had always been this way. As soon as they’d figured out what love was they’d known their kind of love was different. Eric wasn’t just his big brother, he was his best friend, and Dane knew they could make Emily happy.
Together.
When they reached the front door, Eric gingerly searched Emily's pockets for her keys, trying carefully not to wake her.
“If you wanted to feel me up, you only had to ask.” Her amused voice was muffled against his neck.
Dane chuckled even as Eric scowled. “Have you been awake this whole time?” his brother scolded.
Emily lifted her head and smiled sheepishly. “Only since you pulled me out of the car,” she said.
“You want me to put you down?” Dane asked, returning her smile.
“Don't you dare,” she said, and snuggled even tighter against him.
Eric huffed a laugh and shook his head. His brother couldn't stay mad at her anymore than he could. “Kitten, where’s your door key?”
“Front left pocket.”
Dane juggled Emily in his arms to give Eric access to her jeans pocket and a moment later his brother had the door open and ushered them both inside the house.
“I’ll do a perimeter check,” he said quietly. “You do a sweep of the house.”
Putting her back on her feet, Dane pressed a quick kiss to Emily’s lips, then whispered, “Stay here.” He waited until she nodded, then palmed his weapon and did as Eric had asked, clearing the house, room by room.
When he returned, he found Emily in the kitchen, making a sandwich. He scowled at her as he put his gun away. “I thought I told you to stay put out there,” he said, pointing to the foyer.
She half shrugged then took a bite of her sandwich. “I got hungry,” she said around the mouthful of food.
Just as Dane opened his mouth to chastise her, Eric strode into the kitchen. They nodded to each other. There were no signs of the Spencer brothers or their goons. They were safe.
Eric started making a sandwich of his own. “When are your parents due home?”
