“You’re amazing,” Dane says softly while Leo kisses my head and adds, “Hey, lass. We’ve got you.”
I can’t speak. I can only cry. I’m a mess. A happy, thoroughly fucked mess, but somehow, this feels like the best version of me yet.
They snuggle close and hold me as the tears slow.
That’s enough.
The bath is Leo’s idea. He runs the water while Dane carries me, and I don’t even have the energy to be embarrassed about being scooped up like I weigh nothing. Dane lowers me into the warm water, and I hiss as it hits oversensitive skin. The warmth quickly makes me melt as the heat seeps into my aching muscles.
Leo climbs in behind me, and I lean against his chest. Dane sits on the edge of the massive tub and washes me with the same careful attention he brings to everything. He doesn’t seem to miss a single spot, and a small part of me feels like I should be embarrassed when the washcloth is between my legs, but being taken care of like this has turned me into a puddle of goo. I don’t think I could complain about a single thing right now.
“You were incredible,” Leo says against my hair. “So brave, lass. So perfect.”
“How are you feeling?” Dane asks, draping a second warm washcloth across my neck.
“Sore.” I manage a shaky smile. “The good kind.”
Dane checks me over, but everything is exactly right. I’m a little tender, used. But cared for. I’m probably going to still feel them tomorrow, but I don’t even care.
I press my thighs together under the water because even that thought sends heat through me. Thoroughly fucked and already thinking about next time. Yep. That’s me.
Leo’s fingers find mine and squeeze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
I think about the babies I imagined in subspace. Before Halloween, I was eating ramen for the third night in a row, wondering if I’d ever belong anywhere. Now I’m in a bathtub with two men who just worshipped every inch of me. The future I keep glimpsing doesn’t feel so far-fetched anymore.
It feels like something I could actually have.
“I’m happy,” I say. And then, because it isn’t big enough, “I’m home.”
Leo’s arms tighten around me as he kisses the top of my head.
Dane lifts my hand from the water and kisses my knuckles. His eyes are bright with emotion when he looks at me.
Yeah. Home. That’s what this is.
After the bath, Leo wraps me in a warm towel and sits me on the edge of the bed. Dane finds the wide-toothed comb and settles behind me. Leo takes my feet into his lap and rubs lotion into them until I’m practically purring. Dane untangles my wet hair with slow, careful strokes.
I might be the most spoiled woman on the planet. I’m not even going to pretend I don’t love it. By the time they’re done, I’m boneless. Swaying where I sit.
“Come here.” Leo pulls the covers aside and slides in, opening his arms.
I curl against him with my head on his chest. The mattress dips as Dane climbs in on my other side. His arm drapes over my waist so his fingers rest against Leo’s ribs. We fit together like we’ve been doing this for years.
“Dane?” I murmur, already half asleep.
“Mmm?”
“Thank you for making me feel safe.”
His lips press against my neck. “Always.”
Leo rubs my back, slowly. “Sleep, lass. We’re right here.”
A soft joy makes me smile, and the last thought I have before sleep takes me is that I want this. Not just tonight. Whatever itcosts. Whatever terrifying conversations have to happen next. I want all of it.
Go big or go home, right?
Good thing I’m already home.
