She told him about the documentary and about the erotic dream she’d had.
He laughed. “Now I understand. I like Africa. Have you ever been?”
She shook her head.
“I think Chuck and I will have to take you there. There’s nothing like a photo safari.”
“I would love that, Lance. You know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Sex,” she confessed, grinning. “Sex with you.”
“And with me.” Chuck kissed her shoulder. “I hope.”
“You’re awake. Yes. I love sex with both of you.”
“Is it just sex? Are we just your boy toys?” Lance teased.
“You are definitely not boys. You are men.” And what men they were. Her heart swelled just being between them. “But no, it’s not just sex.”
“For me either, baby.” Lance’s face seemed to glow with happiness. “I came to Wilde for what I thought was going to be another crazy party hosted by Michael, but what I found was you, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. This isn’t just a passing fling for me. I love you, Danielle.”
She offered her lips to him, which he took greedily. She felt tingly all over. “I love you, too.”
Chuck stroked her hair. “Sweetheart, I’m a different man than I was when I arrived. You changed me. Everything up to this point in my life was leading me to you. I never believed in magic before, but now, with you, I do. I want you. Nothing compares to you. I love you.”
Her heart was his and Lance’s, now and forever. “I love you, Chuck.” She kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her.
Back and forth, she continued kissing her men until her lips throbbed. She couldn’t get enough of them. She finally had a real family. She finally felt loved.
“I love you, Danielle,” Lance said, once again.
Chuck grabbed her hand. “I love you very much, baby.”
No matter how many times they told her, she would never tire of hearing those words from them.
“I love you both. With all my heart.” She kissed them and scooted off the bed. “My turn to make the coffee. You’ve spoiled me. It’s my turn to spoil you.” She slipped off the bed and grabbed a robe.
“I wonder if Michael and Harry are awake,” Lance said. “If not, you wouldn’t need the robe.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Lance Archer, you’re a bad boy.”
“Wait a second, baby. You just told me and Chuck we weren’t boys, but were men. Which is it?”
“Both.”
“You’ve got a body that should be on display. It’s beautiful. I’m sure the two gay guys would appreciate it, too.”
Chuck nodded. “But not as much as we do, buddy.”
“They better not.” Lance grinned. “I wouldn’t mind showing you off, but only me and Chuck will touch you. That’s a hard line for me.”
“Me, too,” Chuck said firmly.
She saluted. “That’s why I’m wearing the robe, Sirs. You never know. Michael and Harry might be closet straights.”
They all laughed.