The problem was that our girl didn’t believe it. After everything that had happened, she wasn’t on board immediately, and I respected her for that. Katie’s a smart one and nothing’s solved so easily, with a snap of the fingers. So the brunette took a deep breath before replying, that bountiful chest heaving.
“So you want to marry me,” she said in a low voice, her voice slightly trembly. “But how would that work? And why? I don’t get it.”
Mason growled deep in his chest.
“What is there to get?” he rasped. “We want you, you want us, it’s as simple as that.”
But Katie wouldn’t be satisfied with an answer like that, so I went in for a try as well.
“What he’s saying, baby girl, is that we love you, and keeping you with us is the best solution to this problem,” I rumbled.
Katie’s brows shot up at that.
“Am I a problem?” she asked, her voice stronger. “I’m a problem in your lives?”
Shit, that hadn’t come out right. Oh shit, shit.
“Naw, not that, honey, that’s not what I meant,” I growled, cursing myself. What happened to words of honey and a slick tongue? Usually I was so good with women, and yet now I was tripping over myself like a fucking clown. But this was possibly the most important moment of my life, so I went in for another attempt.
“What I meant baby,” I continued, “Is that this fake engagement thing was just a path to the real deal. Sure, we needed to get engaged to release the money in the trust, but you know what? There’s no sense in faking anymore. Let’s really get married.”
Katie’s big brown eyes looked at me a bit before turning to Mason.
“But why?” she asked softly yet insistently. “What’s made you change your mind? I mean, why would you want to be tied to someone like me?” she asked. “You were getting it for free anyways,” she said softly, “so why wouldn’t you keep it that way?”
But this time it was Mason who interrupted.
“Honey,” he rasped. “I’m not great with words. But shit, Derek and I have been with dozens of women, hundreds. We’ve fucked females non-stop since college, there’s rarely a night when his bed or mine isn’t empty. But you know what? We were fucking empty inside, like dead men. And that’s no way to live life. We want you, and with you, everything’s different.”
Katie still wasn’t persuaded.
“But what is it about me that’s so special?” she asked again. “I don’t get it.”
This was hard, and yet so easy to answer. I took a deep breath, about to reveal my all.
“Because baby, you’re open-minded, you’re flexible, and you’re able to accept us as us, that’s why,” I said. “We’re bisexual alpha males. How many women would really dig that? How many women would go with it, engaging in play night after night, worshipping us both, allowing two men to taste one another? It’s not as common as you think.”
Katie shook her head slowly.
“Okay, but there are women who’d accept you guys,” she said slowly. “Especially with all the money you have.”
That made me snort.
“The last thing this is about is money,” I ground out. “And that’s why we love you honey. Because it’s never been about money for you. You’re not getting money for any of this, for being a fake fiancée, for pretending to have a baby. And you know what? You’ve never asked for it either.”
“So what you’re saying,” Katie repeated slowly, “Is that because I’ve never asked to be paid, you want me?” she said. “That because I’m not about the material things in life, you want me?”
I shook my head frustrated.
“That and about a million other reasons,” I ground out. “You’re the one for us baby girl. You’re sweet, funny, sassy, and able to entertain two men. You’ve gone along with this crazy fake engagement from the get-go because you knew we needed help. Mason and I were in a jam, and you came to the rescue.”
“I could have called the police,” said Katie softly. “I could have called the FBI or even Family Services, there were lots of options.”
“But you didn’t,” interjected Mason roughly. “You didn’t. You stayed and helped us, and for that, we love you. We love the fact that you’re generous and giving, able to tolerate our shit. And honey? You’re the only woman who’s ever been able to handle us. All the others,” he shook his head, “They were the fakes. They were the pretenders, not you.”
Katie bit her lip a bit, that pink pout so delicious. I hoped against hope that she’d accept it, that she’d come with us because the truth was that we couldn’t bear to lose her. Our brunette was so gorgeous, luscious and appetizing, a perfect foil for our personalities. While Mace and I were assholes, the female was inherently decent. While we were commanding and domineering, she was generous and kind, helping out two alphas when she didn’t have to.