“We’ll take care of you, Morgan,” Blake assured her.
“And you’ll take care of us,” Grant told her.
“You mean sexually,” she said quietly.
“Exactly,” Grant quickly responded, his lips thinning as if he were negotiating a done deal.
“Why would you do this?”
“Because we both happen to love you,” Blake replied. “I never stopped.”
Her heart soared with his beautiful confession. She could’ve cried then, only she was still processing, coming to terms with their offer.
“It’s a one-time deal,” Grant explained. “Blake and I have discussed this many times in the past. We know what we want, and both of us are willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy and see you well. We’re both still in love with you, Morgan. There hasn’t been anyone else for either of us since you left.”
“I’m not the same person you once knew.”
“We aren’t either,” Grant stated flatly.
That much was obvious. She could see the notable changes, especially in Grant. While he still looked the same with his pretty-boy appeal, worry had obviously aged him. His forehead was strained with tight wrinkles. His bow-shaped mouth was lined with the signs of burdensome times. Premature crow’s feet encased those unique blue eyes Morgan had always adored. Grant was hardened, and that no-nonsense approach he possessed, the one she once found appealing, now came across tougher, jagged, and raw.
There wasn’t any question. Grant Fowler wouldn’t put up with a drug addict’s self-centered shit.
Grant would bend her over his knee and wear her ass out if she crossed him. Then, he’d fuck her silly, leave her to play with a few toys, and dare her to put a drug in her vein again.
“What if I can’t do it?” she asked, fully aware of just how strenuous their rehabilitation regime would potentially become.
“You won’t have a choice,” Blake replied. “You will, however, have one chance to accept or decline our offer. Once you agree to do things our way, you belong to us. Whatever we tell you to do, you do. No questions, no whining, just obedience.”
“I’m not some kind of whore-for-hire.”
“We never implied you were,” Grant told her. “Besides, who said you’d get paid? You won’t have a dime to your name. If you don’t have any money, you can’t buy your dope.”
“I don’t want any,” she assured him while cursing herself for dishonesty. The cravings only intensified with these two around.
“Didn’t you say you’d still take the needle over a hot cup of coffee?” Blake asked.
“Yes, but…”
“No buts,” Grant interrupted her. “Unless, of course, you’re offering up yours.”
She glared at them then. “Just who do you think you are, talking to me like this?”
“I’m the man who will lie down beside you and keep you safe at night.”
“So will I,” Blake assured her.
“You expect me to sleep with both of you? That’s insane!” And the most delicious suggestion she’d ever heard.
“No it isn’t,” Blake objected. “You’ve always been a junkie, Morgan. In high school, you were an adrenaline junkie. You moved on from there. Now, if you want to get high, you’ll get a rush from us.”
“By going to bed with one of you and then jumping in bed with the other fella the very next night?”
“Oh no,” Grant drawled. “That’s not how this works. You misunderstood. You will be in bed with both of us at the same time and you will submit to our every desire.”
“This won’t work. You both know it.”
“Why?” Blake asked.
“It just won’t.”
“Give us one good reason,” Grant said.
“You mean outside of the obvious?” Morgan asked. “Let me remind you of how possessive you both are.”
“Why don’t you,” Blake teased.
“Blake, we may have been young when we were together, but you were impossible. A young man—or heaven forbidden, his father—might look my way, and you were ready for a street fight.” A beat later, she turned to Grant and said, “And you? How many black eyes did you give, all in the name of love?”
“We’ve shared women before,” Grant told her.
That confession was like taking a shot through the heart.
“Quite a few times,” Blake added.
Correction, a dagger. Several at one time.
“Well screw me for being in the dark.”
“We will,” Grant teased. “Whenever we get the chance.”
“I don’t know,” she said, ignoring his attempt at humor. “You’ve never shared me before. I came in between your friendship once, I won’t do it again.”