bisexual,” Roman said carefully as he slid his hand around so it lay over her beating heart.
“What does that mean, you’re monogamously bisexual?” She looked from him to Gage and back again.
“It means that the only men we’re attracted to is each other. And the only woman we have any interest in is you,” Gage said gently as he reached out and took Daria’s hand between his. “What we want to know is whether or not you’re interested in us, too.”
Chapter 4
Daria watched Roman’s mouth move, heard the words he said, but still had a hard time comprehending what he meant. She stared into his bright blue eyes as she tore apart his statement into small, manageable pieces.
They were not gay.
They were both attracted to her.
They wanted to know if she was attracted to them?
Before she could scream, “Hell yeah,” she reached down with the hand Gage was not holding. Pinching her thigh, pain shot from the skin between her fingertips to her brain.
Okay, she was awake and not in the throes of some bizarre shock-induced dream. But what does it mean?
She did not realize she had spoken out loud until Roman brushed a kiss on her hair and said softly, “It means, baby girl, that we want you here with us, in our lives and in our bed. We want to be your men.”
“But…but…how can we do that?” Daria turned to look at Roman, who looked just as serious as Gage did.
“All you have to do is say yes and we’ll work the rest out,” Roman said. His voice was soft and intense as he leaned closer and brushed his lips back and forth over hers.
Her body went weak at the touch. Her nipples stood up and begged for attention as her pussy went soft and wet in preparation for sex.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I think I’ve wanted you since the day Mrs. Stone brought me home and you were there cutting the grass.”
“Just Roman?” Gage asked, sounding hesitant.
She squeezed his hand and turned to smile at him. A big yawn escaped before she said, “No, I wanted both of you, but you were committed to one another, and I couldn’t have chosen between you if someone had pointed a gun to my head. Not then and not now. I want you both. But I still don’t see how we can do this.”
Gage smiled, looking like a happy man, and then his gaze shifted to Roman, and his smile slowly melted away. “There is something else we need to talk about, angel.”
“More? I don’t think there could be anything bigger than this,” she joked before yawning again.
She looked from one to the other when neither spoke. They exchanged a glance, and Roman gave a slight shake of his head to which Gage nodded in agreement. Then both men turned their attention to her.
“More can wait until tomorrow. For now we can all do with some rest,” Roman said as he gave her a squeeze for helping her climb from his lap.
* * * *
As soon as Daria was on her feet, Gage leaned forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and stood with her dangling from his shoulder.
“Gage! What are you going?” she yelped as he followed Roman across the kitchen.
“You’re tired, and I thought I’d give you a ride upstairs.” He chuckled, patting the back of her thigh. “Now just relax and trust me. I’m a fireman and trained to rescue damsels in distress.”
He could not help but grin at his Master when Daria giggled then slid her hands in the back pockets of his jeans. Roman looked at them and smiled in approval.
Once they climbed the stairs, Gage walked into the guestroom before setting Daria on her feet again. He looked around at the room then to the woman and knew they were doing the right thing.
“I brought you a T-shirt to wear and a new toothbrush.” He waved toward the corner of the bed where he had left a set of towels and everything else he thought she might need that they had in the storage cabinet.
He watched as Daria looked around the room that she had helped them paint a soft peach three years earlier. They had made her pick out the