Chapter 24
Macy fell apart when she saw the giant tiered cake we’d put together for her.
She delicately touched one of the sugar flowers I’d made for her and then just about tackled me in a bear hug.
Kitchen staff worked around us as we held each other.
I could feel how touched she was, and I cried right along with her.
It was my dream to make that very cake for her, and I’d been able to do it with the help of the men standing right behind us, hovering around to make sure I was okay.
It made the cake even more special for me.
Macy and I spent a bit staring at the cake and hugging before her planner popped into the kitchen, face red and eyes bulging. “You should have your hair and makeup done by now! Both of you! Where have you been?”
I watched as even Andrew flinched. The woman was a warrior with a clipboard, hellbent on making Macy’s wedding happen on time.
“Calm down, Tilda, it’s fine. We’re going now.” Macy grabbed my hand and looked at her brothers, standing guard. “Do you think you can let her out of your sight while we get ready, or do I need to clear a spot for you three in the dressing room?”
Lucas yawned so big his jaw popped. He stretched and shook his head before reaching for me and dragging me into his chest. “I’m going to nap before this thing happens. I don’t do well without a full eight hours, and it’s been too many nights with barely any sleep at all.”
I hugged him tight, slightly self-conscious of Macy watching us. “I’ll see you later.”
He stole a kiss and then stumbled away, making room for Warren to grab me and hug me tight. He was more aware of Macy’s eyes on us as he kissed my cheek and let me go. “See you soon, Cupcake.”
Andrew leaned down and kissed me, his mouth hot and intense. When he pulled away, I was left semi-stunned. “Don’t take shit from anyone.”
My smile was probably ditzy as I nodded and gently pushed him away. “Bye. Love you.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I gasped and spun around to face Macy, my eyes wide and my mouth gaping. I knew that Andrew was still standing behind me; I could feel his eyes burning a hole through the back of my head.
Macy covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes just as wide as mine. She kept looking over my shoulder at her brother and then back at me with the same shocked expression, not helping me at all.
I hadn’t meant to say it. I didn’t know that I loved them.
I mean... It was too early. I just had let it slip.
Because it’d definitely been on my mind.
But just the possibility, not that I actually did feel that strongly for them.
The words were out there, though, and I couldn’t take them back.
I hadn’t meant it in some huge romantic sense, but just in the comfort of telling someone you loved goodbye.
Yet, with it hanging in front of me, I realized that there was something to it.
There were weight and meaning to the word.
Andrew’s arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me back into his chest firmly. Leaning down to whisper to me, his words were rough with emotion. “We were wondering when you’d join us, baby. See you tonight.”
Then, like some sort of figment of my imagination, he was gone.
Outside the kitchen, I could hear the three of them talking to each other and arguing amicably as they moved away.
I felt relieved for a moment that I wasn’t going to have to deal with facing them just yet, but when I looked at Macy, she was still there, staring at me with wide eyes.
“You love them?”
Worried that she was going to be mad at me, I gestured to the cake. “Look at this thing I made out of love for you.”
She laughed then, breaking the spell. Pulling me in for yet another hug, she gently shook me back and forth. “You love them.”
I pulled back and shrugged, acting nonchalant, even though I was freaking out inside. “I don’t know. That just slipped out. I...”
“You love them.” She was smiling a lot for someone who wasn’t sure she liked the idea of me being with her brothers. “You really do. I can see it all over you.”
I cringed and shook my head. “We’d better go. Tilda vanished for the moment, but she’ll be back any second.”
“You love my brothers. It’s gross, but sweet.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen, with one last loving look at her cake. “Who knew I could get over my brothers being in a harem with my best friend so easily when a cake is involved.”
I groaned and hurried along with her towards the suite that had been turned into a dressing room for the bridal party. “Can we not scream that into the universe just yet?”
She looked back at me and stopped walking. “Of course, Sara. It’s not my business to tell. It’s something that will get out eventually, though. I mean, if you stay with them.”
I nodded. “I have to cross that bridge later. And I will deal with it. I just... I just want right now to be about you and your wedding. I don’t want to have anything else pulling focus.”
“You know the craziest part of all of this?”
“I’m scared of what you’re about to say.”
Laughing, she rolled her eyes. “The craziest part is that I have a strange feeling my parents are going to be thrilled about this. I had to literally marry a perfect man for them to be happy, but I think you joining the family is going to send them over the moon.”
I choked on nothing and gasped for air. “Not...telling...your...parents.”
“Oh, honey. You love my brothers. There’s no turning back. You’re stuck now.”
“Stop saying that. It just slipped out.”
“They love you, too, Sara. Clearly. I wonder how a harem wedding would work...”
I staggered and grabbed at the wall. My heart skipped several beats and I was suddenly very hot. “I think I might’ve liked angry Macy better.”
She grabbed me and dragged me the rest of the way to the suite. “This is your cross to bear, sister.”
Inside the room, all reverse harem talk ended and I was welcomed by the rest of the bridesmaids like nothing had happened.
It seemed they didn’t know anything about the drama that had been playing out behind the scenes.
I was thankful for Macy for not telling everyone.
I got to just exist with the rest of the women as we got ready for the big event.
And big it was. The ceremony was huge and beautiful, so elegantly put together that it was impossible not to cry when Macy walked down the aisle. It was also impossible not to look across the aisle at my three men. They were each looking back at me, proud smiles on their faces.
Everything felt like a dream that day. The wedding was perfect, despite it almost being ruined.
The reception was loud and fun, with a ridiculous amount of drinking and dancing.
I felt so at ease after feeling accepted by Macy that I allowed myself to do both.
How often did my best friend get married, after all?
I got tipsy on champagne and let Warren pull me out on the dance floor.
For all of Warren’s laid-back attitude, he turned into someone else on the dancefloor.
He moved around me, all arms and legs. It was a display that took away from the aura of perfection and made him that much more beautiful to me.
I laughed with my head thrown back as I tried to keep up with him.
My long dress bunched in my hands, I kicked my legs out to mimic him and had an absolute blast doing it.
Dinner came and went, the cake was served and devoured. Macy and Jason were sent off, both of them eager to flee to their suite for the night before flying out to their honeymoon the morning after. The guests slowly trailed out after, the bridal party trickling out with them.
I barely realized we were alone until Lucas and Andrew both joined Warren and me on the dancefloor.
As the band played one last lilting song, they surrounded me, and we all swayed to the music while their hands stroked over my sides and back.
I felt like I was floating on another world when Andrew pulled me into him and kissed me.
His tongue stroking against mine, his hands slipped down to my ass freely. Or maybe it was Lucas’s hands.
Neediness surged through me, and I rubbed myself against Andrew. “Can we go now?”
Barely contained wildness passed through his eyes, and he nodded. Taking my hand, he pulled me through the resort, Lucas and Warren hot on my heels. Halfway to the suite, he pushed me against a wall and kissed me, his need clear.
“Room. Room now.” Lucas pushed Andrew away and then grabbed me and easily tossed me over his shoulder.
I giggled until his hand landed a firm slap to my ass, staying there. The warmth of that slap and his hand pulsed straight to my core, upping my arousal until I felt like I would die if they didn’t touch me soon. I wiggled against him. “Hurry, please.”
Warren swore. “Don’t beg right now, baby. We’re all barely holding on.”
Andrew let us into his room, and Lucas immediately walked me into the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. I bounced and came up on my knees, struggling to get my dress off. I needed to be naked. Warren appeared next to me as his big hands grabbed the back of my dress and yanked it open.
I looked back at him as I heard the material rip and shimmied myself free. “You owe me a new dress.”
He cupped my breasts and kissed my neck. “I’ll buy you a hundred.”
Lucas swore loudly, and when I looked up at him, he was taking in what I’d been hiding under my dress.
The white lingerie set. It cupped my breasts perfectly and molded to my body, the white lace delicate against my skin.
He grabbed me and pulled me off the bed.
I stepped out of the ruined dress once I was standing and then stood in front of my three men in a little bit of lace and my nude high heels.
Andrew came closer and stroked the tip of his finger down my breast. “Is this for us, Cupcake?”
I nodded.
“You look like sin dressed up as an angel.” He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me closer. “It makes me want to prove how dirty you can be.”
Hands grasped my shoulders from behind, and I went down to my knees easily. Looking up at Lucas and Andrew, I moaned when I realized what they wanted. Licking my lips and readying myself, I wasn’t prepared when Warren knelt behind me and then laid flat on his back with his head right next to me.
All the blood in my body rushed to my core when Lucas lifted me and put me back down with my knees on either side of Warren’s head.
Gasping, I went to move, afraid I’d hurt Warren, but he gripped my thighs and dragged me down until my core was resting over his face.
The feel of his tongue on the thin lace that was the only thing keeping me covered was a jolt of pleasure.
Andrew and Lucas both pulled themselves free of their pants and revealed they were both already rock hard.
I reached for their shafts, stroking them and guiding them closer to me.
As Warren used his tongue to press the lace into my core, I stuck out my tongue and guided Lucas into my mouth.
Things were urgent and desperate, my inhibitions lowered by the champagne I’d had.
I stroked Lucas into my mouth and then pulled him out just to take Andrew in.
I sucked them both, teasing them with my tongue and teeth.
Andrew’s hands in my hair directed my head where he wanted it, and he controlled how fast I moved my mouth over their cocks and how deep they went.
Warren centered his mouth over my clit and sucked unrelentingly until my hips bucked over him and I moaned onto Lucas.
I wanted more, but Warren easily lifted me and moved, sliding his body behind mine and wrapping an arm around me to hold me while dragging my panties to the side.
He lined our bodies up and thrust in with one deep stroke that made me scream in pleasure.
If I expected a break, I was mistaken. Warren immediately jackhammered his body into mine while rolling my clit between his fingers.
Mouth ajar from the pleasure, Andrew and Lucas took turns gripping my hair and using my mouth, pushing more of their long cocks into me each time, until they were bumping the back of my throat.
Still, I gasped at the powerful explosion of pleasure in my core, giving Andrew a chance to push me farther.
He grasped my head and pumped his hips against my face, my name a swear on his lips.
I came hard and fast, my body pulsing around Warren like a vice, milking his own orgasm from him.
His seed filled me as I shook and cried out. He held me tight, still rolling my clit even as I shook and bucked against his hand. His mouth against my ear, his voice was heavy. “You’re not done yet, baby.”