Page 23 of Double Down & Dirty

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Abigail paced back and forth in the hallway outside the twin’s home office. The door was closed, and they’d been in there for over twenty minutes talking on the phone with her dads. Remi, Gray, and she had just arrived at the twin’s mansion when her cell phone rang. When she burst into tears at the sound of both their voices over the speaker phone, Gray had taken her cell from her, and told her folks he’d call them back in a few minutes after making sure Abby was okay. That was about a half hour ago. Apparently, they were having a man-to-man-to-man-to-man conversation.

The door swung open, startling Abigail. Her hand flew to her chest as she let out a loud yelp. Remi smiled at her and held out his hand. “Everything’s fine, sweetheart. Percy and Steve want to talk to you.”

Percy and Steve?Gray had called them Dr. and Mr. Turner thirty minutes ago. The four-way conversation must have gone better than she’d expected. It wasn’t every day your two dads wanted to talk to your new ménage partners, who you also happened to be madly in love with. Yup, she was in love with them. The support and caring they’d shown her over the past few hours had cemented in her mind what she already knew in her heart. Yet, she still didn’t know if they felt the same.

Taking Remi’s hand, she let him lead her into the office. Gray was sitting behind the massive, wooden desk and stood. “Sit here, Abby. Your dads are on the speaker phone. We’ll step out while you talk to them.” He held the chair out for her and after she sat, he kissed the top of her head. “Steve? Percy? She’s all yours. We’ll see you when you get home from Bermuda.”

Her jaw dropped as her dads acknowledged him. Then Remi winked at her before the two men left her alone. Her eyes began to water again. “Dad? Pa? I’m so sorry. I just—”

“What are you sorry for, baby?” Percy interrupted her. “For being bullied by a woman hell-bent on revenge?”

“For so many things, Pa. What are your friends going to say? And the hospital?”

“Abigail,” Steve said. “We don’t care about anybody but you. We never told you, but we looked into BDR when you first started working there to make sure you were in a safe environment. And then when you were promoted, we definitely looked into Remi and Gray.”

“What?” She had no idea they’d done that.

Percy chuckled. “Of course, we did, sweetheart. We knew all about the BDSM lifestyle they lived. But they’re also upstanding citizens. They donate to and are involved in quite a few charities, and they treat women the way they deserve to be treated—with nothing but respect. However, I think they’ll be making an example out of Aurora Locke, which is fine with me. We’ve never mentioned it to you, but we know several people who are in committed, long-term, D/s relationships—we even tried it once when you were little, but it wasn’t for us.”

Her jaw was almost on the floor. “Oh, please don’t tell me who topped who ... no one wants to hear that about their parents. As far as I’m concerned, you two have never had sex, and don’t tell me otherwise.” Their laughter came over the line, and she shook her head. “But this is more than a D/s relationship. If I had to choose between Remi and Gray, I couldn’t. They’re like two halves of a whole, and that whole makes me feel complete. I know this happened really fast, but ... but it just feels right.”

“Then go with your heart, Abigail,” Steve said, softly. “We’ll stand behind your decision, no matter what it is. Just do what will make you happy. Gray and Remi have told us their intentions, which I’ll leave for them to share with you. If anyone at the hospital or among our friends has an issue with it, then that’s their problem—not ours, and definitely not yours. We love you, baby. Whatever you decide is fine with us. Just don’t make your decision based on what others think. If we had done that thirty plus years ago, we would’ve never had you—the light of our lives.”

That did it—Abigail started sobbing as her dads tried to calm her down. She loved them so much and felt that same love returned to her. No matter what, they had her back and would respect her decision—the decision she already knew she’d made deep inside her heart. She loved Remi and Gray, and nobody ... nobody ... would stand in the way of her having the life she wanted. But first, she needed to find out if that was the life the Mann brothers wanted, too.

After wishing her dads a good time on the rest of their vacation, she promised they’d all have dinner sometime next week and hung up the phone. When she opened the door, she found the hallway empty and ducked into the nearby bathroom to fix her makeup before going to look for her men.

She searched the entire first floor, calling out their names, with no response or sign of them. Sticking her head out one of the back doors, she also saw the lanai was empty. They had to be upstairs somewhere. Walking to the foyer, she stopped when she saw a trail of red on the white marble tile. There were rose petals scattered on each step of the staircase, leading up to the second floor. Now where the hell had they gotten rose petals? They’d come straight here from the airport.

Smiling, she followed the trail they’d left her up the stairs and to the left, down a hallway. They disappeared into the room at the end. One of the double doors was cracked open, but the interior was dimly lit. Pushing open the door, she stepped inside. It was a master bedroom suite with a huge, canopied bed, a fireplace, and sitting area. The decor was tastefully done in greens, burgundies, and golds. At the foot of the bed stood Remi and Gray, and holy hell, they were hotter than Hades. They’d changed out of their travelling clothes and now wore black leather pants ... and nothing else. Talk about sin on two legs—times two.

The flickering light from the gas fireplace glistened off their tanned skin. Her mouth watered as her gaze went up one pair of leather-encased legs, over a thick bulge in the crotch, past every mesa and valley of carved flesh, and down another, just as hard and turned on, male body. Neither one of them moved.

“Strip completely, then come here, little one,” Gray rumbled.

Their heated gazes warmed her, and with the removal of each garment she’d been wearing, her heart pounded faster and faster until she was sure they could hear it across the room. Their repeated assurances of how much they loved her body had eased her shyness about undressing in front of them, but she still blushed as she removed her bra and underwear. She placed them neatly atop her shirt and pants on a nearby chair.

Abigail’s legs shook with a combination of anxiety and anticipation, with the latter winning the waging war within her. She crossed the room, took a deep breath, and without waiting for a command, lowered herself to her knees. With her head bent, she sat on her heels with her hands on her thighs, palms up.

A hand gently ran down the back of her head, and Remi said, “Sweet Abby, you don’t know how much it pleases us to have you kneel in front of us. I’ll have to thank Summer next time I talk to her. She obviously gave you some pointers.”

Gray squatted down in front of her and cupped her chin, raising it until she was looking at him. The blaze from the fireplace reflected and danced in his hazel eyes, highlighting their warm, chestnut color. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, little one. You take my breath away.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

His hand swept out in an arc. “This room has never been slept in. We’ve been saving it for the woman we wanted to spend our lives with. I know this happened fast, but Remi and I now know, this room was built for you to share with us. We love you, Abby. I know we already asked and you wanted to wait, but since you can’t go back to your apartment until the media dies down, will you move in with us? Will you be our submissive, our lover, our best friend, and eventually, when the time is right, will you be our wife?”

Abigail gasped at his last word. Her gaze shot from Gray’s face to Remi’s as he squatted down next to his brother. This was the first time either of them had said the “L” word or mentioned a lifetime commitment, and that’s what her heart had been waiting to hear. “I-I ... are you sure?”

Remi smiled. “We wouldn’t have asked you if we weren’t one hundred percent positive. But if you need some time to think about it, we’ll—”

“No! I mean, no, Sir, I don’t need time. I love you both, too.” Tears began to roll down her cheeks as her gaze flitted back and forth between the two men. “Yes, I’ll be your submissive, lover, best friend, and ... and when the time is right ... yes, I’ll be your wife.”

Reaching up to the bed, Remi grabbed something and held it up for her to see. It was a stunning, diamond and onyx necklace that had to have cost a small fortune, but that didn’t matter to her. It could be cheap glass on dental floss for all she cared. As long as it was from her men, that was all she needed.

“This is the collar we chose for you,” Remi said as he showed her the white gold heart in the middle of the necklace with two, small, white gold locks linked onto it. “It was the errand we had to run yesterday morning. I hope you like it.”

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