Page 37 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives

“You won, baby,” Dane murmured against her ear.

“I know,” she said, her voice muffled by Eric’s shirt. “I won the night I met you. I won again two months ago, when I started the night with one wrong man, but finished it with two right ones.”

Eric pushed her back a little bit, smoothed his hands over her face, and pushed her hair away from her eyes. She stared up at him, saw the worry etched across his features, heard the quiet hitch in his deep voice. “And you’re sure you’ll be okay with all of this in the long run? The three of us together? It’s not always going to be easy. Not everyone will accept our way of life.”

Emily looked at the people surrounding them, their families and friends. Everyone who mattered to her was there, celebrating her win celebrating them. Not a single one of them gave a flying fuck about her sex life.

“I’m sure,” she said with a smile. “Just like I’m sure I’ll need a key.”

Eric frowned. “A key?”

But Dane was already pulling his car keys out of his pocket and sorting through the bunch. “Here,” he said, and handed her a newly minted house key. “I had it made in case you changed your mind.”

“Consider it changed,” she said, then kissed each of her men in turn. “I love you both so much. I just want to be where you are. Always.”

Dane grinned. “You realise this means you’re stuck with us now?”

“Promise?” There it was again, that hope in her voice. The hope that only her men knew how to elicit.

Surrounding her again, they held her, kissed her. Loved her. “We promise. Always.”