Page 14 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
“We’re not conventional men, Emily. We don’t love the way regular people do. And we know from past experience that it takes a certain type of woman to appreciate that about us. That’s why we took our time getting to know you, why we didn’t rush. We wanted—want—something real with you. But maybe we took too long. Maybe we should have told you months ago how we feel about you. Maybe it is our fault that you gave up on us. But maybe—just maybe—if I tell you now how head over heels in love with you we are, maybe you'll forgive us.”
“What did you say?” Her confusion was adorable.
Eric smiled and stroked his knuckles along her jaw and over her cheek, revelled in the warmth and softness of her skin. “I said I love you, kitten.”
Dane rested his hands on her shoulders, let her know he had her back, always, then kissed the side of her neck. “And I love you too, baby.”
She started to shake her head, rejecting what they were saying to her, so Eric caught her chin in his hand and held her firm. “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. We realise it’s a lot, that we’re a lot. Just tell us you believe us. Say you’ll be ours. That you belong to us.”
“Both of us.”
“Because we are yours, Emily. If you still want us.”
Emily sniffed and wiped her cheeks dry then stared blankly, as if they had just said the most ludicrous thing imaginable. “You… love me?”
Chapter Eight
“Baby, look at me.”
Turning her to face him, Dane cupped Emily’s cheeks in his hands and stared deeply into her bewildered gaze. He understood her confusion, her mistrust of what they were saying to her, but the level of disbelief in her voice broke his heart.
They’d already agreed they wouldn’t have sex with her yet, their emotions were too heightened. Hell, Eric had to stop him from putting a fucking bullet in Shane Spencer’s brain, and all because that scumbag had dared to put his hands on their girl and whispered foul things in her ear.
It didn’t get much more heightened than that, and he certainly didn’t want his first time with Emily being marred by the anger still swirling around in his head.
And yet, as he stared into Emily’s eyes and watched her overactive imagination pinball back and forth as she tried to decipher their declaration of love, he felt a sense of calm wash over him, through him. Diminish that anger a little more.
She was there, with them.
Like she always should have been.
“I get it, baby. I do. You’ve had so much shit thrown at you tonight, and we’re just piling it on even more. It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? Your body is telling you one thing, your brain is telling you something different, but in your heart you know what’s right. You know Eric and I mean what we say. That we love you.” He shook his head. “We don’t expect you to say it back. Not yet, but?—”
“Shut up.” Emily pressed her fingertips to Dane’s mouth, and her eyes cleared and focussed on him with pinpoint accuracy. “My brain is telling me to run away and hide, that it’s all too much, that I can’t trust you.”
“Kitten,” Eric murmured, his gaze glued to Emily and his hands fisted by his sides, but she held her hand up to him too, silencing whatever he was going to say.
“But… my body is screaming out for you to touch me, to hold me, to prove me wrong and make me stay. And my heart?” She shook her head. “My heart feels too big in my chest, as if it might explode if I don’t tell you right now how much I love you too. How much I love both of you,” she said, reaching for Eric.
His brother moved and stood beside him as they smiled down at Emily. And while he didn’t know exactly what Eric felt, if it was anything like the relief coursing through him, Dane could imagine well enough.
Emily loved them. She was theirs.
Finally.
“Hold me,” she whispered, her gaze darting between the pair of them. “Please. I’ve missed you both so much.”
In an instant, she was wedged between them. Eric at her front, her shield. Dane at her back, her protector. They held her as she quietly sobbed, as her body shook. They held her until she sagged between them, until she lifted her tear-stained face and smiled up at them, a mixture of love and contentment and renewed confidence blanketing her expression as she sniffed loudly and wiped away her tears.
“So what happens now?” she asked.
Eric leaned down and kissed her, a brief peck on her sweet mouth. “Now you let Dane undress you.”
“Okay,” she sighed, reaching back to wrap her arms around Dane’s neck.
Taking advantage of her position, he slid his hands over her breasts and gently squeezed them. Emily settled against him even more, so he nuzzled against her neck, nibbled and licked his way to her earlobe, then bit down. Her little moans of pleasure coupled with the way her luscious arse rubbed against his jeans sent a jolt of lust directly to his dick, but he also knew Eric hadn’t finished speaking, and knew Emily wasn’t going to like what would happen next.
Sliding one hand down to her waist, he deftly unfastened her jeans and slid his hand inside, then flicked his gaze to Eric and nodded.
