Chapter 53
Chapter Fifty-Three
JASMINE
I love it when I wake up before the guys. There is no better way to start the day than lying in their arms as they sleep soundly underneath me. After all the drama the last few days, I am more than happy to lie here and listen to Sean’s heart beating in my ear as I use his chest as a pillow.
Don’t get me wrong, if he woke up now and flipped us over before fucking me into next week, I would be more than happy with that outcome as well. That’s my second favourite way to start a day.
Slowly, I lift my head and look at the clock on the bedside table. It's just after eight, and I need to get up, shower and get everything prepared before the girls’ arrival.
Tomorrow, I’m marrying my four men, and I am willing to pray to every single God, Goddess, Demon and so on so that everything will finally be okay. Because we fucking deserve this, we deal with so much shit that not a single one of us asked for, and I’ve just about had enough of it, in all honesty.
Careful not to wake Sean, I slide out of his arms and head for the bathroom to start getting ready. Once inside, I turn the shower on to warm up before grabbing my hairbrush and giving my hair a quick once-over. It's one big giant mess after Sean gave me multiple orgasms last night as we made love. Usually, Sean is dominating and loves to take complete control when in the bedroom, but last night, he was gentle and loving, which was what we needed after all that happened yesterday.
Stepping into the shower, I stand under the water and lift my face, letting the water wash over it, and try to wash away the emotions left from yesterday.
Whenever I think about how Mykela spoke about me and the guys, especially Christian, anger consumes me like no other. There are a few people I can honestly say I hate, and all for good reason, but as much as I try to hate her, I can’t. I understand why she fell for Sean; he is funny, caring, thoughtful and absolutely gorgeous. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for those he loves; when he looks at you in a certain way, he makes you feel like you can do or achieve anything you put your mind to. He makes you feel alive with just one smile. I can't blame her for falling for him; he's too perfect not to love. But I can hate her for trying to take him away from me.
People assume that because I have four men, I would be okay if one or two left me, but that’s far from the truth. The thought of losing any of them is enough to bring me to my knees. If Sean had left with Mykela, I don’t think I could have carried on like others expect me to. I have separate relationships with all the guys, and they all love me in different ways. To lose one would change everything and break me in a million ways.
Grabbing my shampoo from the shelf, I pour some onto my hand and start working it into my scalp. My chest tightens as I think of how much Sean will be hurting. He didn’t just see Mykela as a member of his staff; she was a friend. Things are going to be different around here with her gone. It will have a rolling effect on Terry’s team for a long time. It will also take a long time for the guys and me to truly trust anyone. If someone who was part of the team for four years can turn against us, how do we know the others won't as well?
The thought of Sean having to pick another guard has me worried. Would it be wrong of me to insist he doesn’t have another female guard? I have never been the type to tell any of the guys what to do or how to work; it's not who I am. But I think I might have to put my foot down this time.
Turning my back to the water so it rinses the shampoo from my hair, I open my eyes to find Sean leaning against the door frame, his arms and legs crossed. The look in his eyes tells me he’s been watching for a while. The fact his cock is standing to attention gives it away too.
“Take a picture, Daddy; it will last longer.” Grinning, I turn back around, showing him my back. I smile to myself as I sense him getting closer, knowing he will join me. Even though I’m expecting it, I still jump a little, giggling when his arms wrap around me from behind.
“I don’t need to take a picture; I can see you naked whenever I want,” he whispers against my neck as he kisses his way across my shoulder. “Because tomorrow, you will become my wife, and no one will ever be able to stop me from having you whenever I want.” Sean turns me in his arms, so our fronts are pressed together, the hot water still flowing over us.
“What were you thinking about when I came in?” he whispers, cupping my cheek as he tightens his arm around my waist, making sure there is no space between us.
“Nothing,” I lie, not wanting to bring up the elephant in the room. Sean turns me around so he is standing at my back and reaches for the bottle of shampoo.
“You're lying to me, Princess. Tell me the truth; I’m a big boy and can take whatever it is.” I know he can, but that doesn’t make me want to protect him any less.
Sean starts massaging the shampoo into my hair, and I find myself closing my eyes and relaxing into his touch.
“I was thinking about yesterday,” I admit. “I know you are hurting, and I wish there were something I could do.” I should leave it at that; I know I should, but I can't help adding. “I was also wondering if I would be a typical nagging girlfriend if I insisted you never have a female personal guard again.”
Sean bursts out laughing, as I had hoped he would. Like me, the guys get stuck in their own heads sometimes, and that’s not what I want for my man right now.
“First of all, Princess, you are not my girlfriend. Tomorrow, you will be my wife, which means you will get extra nagging privileges.” I can’t hold in the excited squeak that leaves me as I bounce on the balls of my feet slightly. Sean laughs behind me before telling me to turn around so he can rinse out the shampoo.
“Secondly,” he starts, washing all the shampoo. “I had already decided I wouldn't have another female on my team.” I listen as Sean squirts something and feel him running his fingers through my long hair again as the scent of my conditioner fills the space around us. “I’m sure people will call me sexist for it, but the fact is, you were hurt by Mykela’s actions and her feelings towards me. That is not something I will tolerate, and I know Christian will say the same thing at the team meeting today.” He braids my hair to allow the conditioner to sit briefly before picking up the shower gel and rubbing it onto his palms.
“I don’t even know if I will have a guard again.”
“Why?” I ask as he washes my shoulders and back, massaging them as he goes. “Is that safe?”
Sean smiles as he nods.
“Perfectly safe. I don’t deal with the illegal shit like Christian and Jason. I only had a guard in the first place, as Christian sometimes worries about me a little too much.” He stops washing me for a moment as he looks into my eyes.
“No one will ever take me from you. You know that, right? No one could ever make me feel the way you do.”
“No one else can have you. They will have to go through me first,” I smile.
“After seeing you punch Mykela yesterday, I don’t think they will be brave enough to try.” Leaning forward, he presses a kiss on my lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I’m very protective of those I love.”
“And we are very grateful for your love, Princess,” Sean whispers against my lips before stepping back a little.
“Now, be a good girl and let me finish taking care of you.” He lowers himself to his knees, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
Tipping my head back, I wash the conditioner from my hair as Sean washes my belly and hips. Lifting my foot, he places it on one of his knees and slowly begins to massage his way up, starting from my toes and all the way up my thigh. Keeping my head back, I moan as his fingers slightly brush against the throbbing apex of my thighs before moving down the other leg.
“Daddy.” I don’t mean to moan his name, but my body is becoming more and more alive with his teasing touch.
“I’m only trying to look after all your needs, Princess.” The sound of his teasing tone makes my body react to everything. The water flowing over me leaves goosebumps all over, even though it's still hot.
“I still have one place to clean,” I hear before he grabs my hips and buries his face between my legs.
“Oh my god,” I cry out as his tongue swipes over my clit.
“I need better access,” Sean grins up at me as he takes the foot that’s on his knee and places it on his shoulder before his tongue laps at my clit again. I can't hold back; the need to cum throws caution to the wind as I start rubbing against his face. The thought that I might slip lasts about one second before it is ignored, and I go back to chasing my orgasm through his mouth.
Sean slowly inserts one, then two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Threading my fingers into his hair, I lose control and thrust against his face as he continues to finger fuck me and lick my pussy just the way I like it.
“Daddy, I’m … Oh my god!” My orgasm crashes into me like a tsunami. I scream as my body comes alive, but Sean’s not finished with me yet.
Before my orgasm has even shown signs of ending, Sean jumps to his feet, grabbing my ass as he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. His cock is buried in me before I realise what he’s doing. I cry out as he fills me, stretching me with the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Daddy!” I cry out as he slams my back against the cold tiles and starts fucking me hard and fast.
“You are mine, Princess,” I hear him declare through gritted teeth. “No one is ever separating us. Do you hear me?” I try to speak, but I’m unable to do more than cry out with pleasure. “Say it,” he growls. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Daddy! Always you!” I cry as he pushes me to my limits, and I cry through another orgasm.
“Fuck!” Sean curses before both of us lose the ability to form words as he brutally fucks me against the tiled wall. We both cry out in grunts and moans as we forget about everyone and everything else because there is no one, just the two of us, and nothing else matters.
* * *
An hour later, the two of us, now fully dressed, walk through the house hand in hand, heading to the sitting room to find the others.
“Will I be the last one to fuck you as Jasmine Connors?” Sean asks as he turns me and pulls me against his front, holding me tight.
“It depends on who will be sleeping in my bed tonight,” I answer, smirking.
“No one, as seeing the bride before the wedding is bad luck.” Sean winks before leading me into the sitting room.
“We will all be under one roof; I’m not sure we will be able to stick to the no seeing each other rule,” I laugh, stopping when I see who’s in front of me.
Sitting on the sofas are the three girls, Jason and Maximus. Christian is standing beside Terry, who is grinning at me.
Seeing Abigail causes my heart to stop. How am I meant to keep everything from her? She is one of my best friends, and I want to be honest with her, but I also worry that she isn’t strong enough to handle the truth right now.
“You’ve got this, Princess,” Sean whispers in my ear as he turns me in his arms and holds me, no doubt to hide the fact I’ve frozen. “She needs you to pretend. It's for her own good.” Stepping back, he hooks a finger under my chin, tipping my head up. “Now stop panicking. We are getting married tomorrow.” He winks for encouragement, but I know he’s helping me hide my discomfort. God, I love this man. I smile at him before turning my attention back to the girls.
“It’s not ten yet!” I exclaim. “Why are you here already?”
“Ask your Daddy. He insisted we were here at the crack of dawn instead of sleeping in our cosy beds,” Danielle sighs, rolling her eyes. Verity elbows her in the side and tells her to stop whining through gritted teeth before smiling at me.
Sean steps back, giving me over to Christian, who takes my hand and pulls me further into the room.
“After everything you have been through the last few weeks, we decided to ensure you had time to prepare and enjoy your last twenty-four hours before becoming our wife.” He lifts my hand to kiss my knuckles. “So, I rang the hotel and asked if the bridal suite was still available. It is, so you are going to spend today in the hotel spa getting as many treatments as you want. Then, the six of you will have a leisurely dinner in your room this evening. As you all get your nails done, so you will be relaxed and refreshed for tomorrow.”
“Six?” I ask.
“Chelsea and Luna will be joining you for dinner and then staying in the hotel as was originally planned,” Jason answers from his seat.
“But there's still so much to do; we have to put everything up in the morning when the tent people arrive.”
“It’s all been taken care of, Jazzy.” Jason stands and walks over to stand next to Christian. “You have done so much for our special day; let us take over now.”
“Yeah, now the hard work is done!”
“Danielle!” Verity snaps, slapping her shoulder. Abbi and I share a look. We try not to laugh as the guys all watch with raised eyebrows.
“But are you all sure it's not going to be too much, and you don’t even know-”
“Jasmine, dear, I will be here to oversee everything.” Mrs Brown walks into the room holding a travel mug in one hand and a croissant in the other. “I know what goes where and what the others don’t need to worry about.” She gives me a cheeky wink, and I know exactly what she’s referring to.
“See, everything will be perfect, we promise.” Sean steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as the others stand in front of me.
“Go and relax, have some fun with the girls and don’t worry about anything here.” Maximus points out, standing next to Christian.
“You have been our pillar of strength the last few months, especially the last week. This is our way of showing you that we appreciate everything you have done. Not just recently, but ever since we met you,” Jason smiles. Looking at the four of them, my eyes start to burn.
“You’ve done more for me,” I point out, but Sean steps around and shakes his head.
“Princess, you made me realise last night that there are four of us to look after you, but you look after all four of us, and we know that’s no easy task.”
“It’s really not,” I giggle, crying a few happy tears.
“So, take the girls and have a relaxing day and night, and we will see you tomorrow at the altar,” Christian smiles, stepping forward. “Danielle is more than happy to drag you out, kicking and screaming, if she has to,” he adds, glancing over at her. She gives me a little finger wave.
“Okay, let me go and pack,” I announce excitedly, but as I turn to leave, Jason grabs my hand and pulls me back.
“It’s all done. Your suitcase is in the car with everything the girls said you need. You don’t need much as a makeup artist and hairdresser will arrive at the hotel in the morning as previously arranged.”
“Really?” I ask, looking around at the four of them before me. All are smiling as they nod.
“Really. Now go on; Layton is waiting in the car. Verity has full control for the next twenty-eight hours until the wedding. What she says goes.” Maximus says, looking to Verity and then back to me, seeming a little scared. “She’s gone into scary mode, Shorty, so good luck.”
Jumping forward, I throw my arms around him tightly.
“Will you save me if she gets too bossy?” I whisper in his ear before letting go.
“You know I will always save you,” he winks before stepping back so I can hug the others before leaving.
“Have a lovely time, relax and get pampered. There is nothing left to worry about.” Jason hugs me before kissing my lips.
“Look after them for me?” I whisper into his ear as I hold him tight once more before letting go.
“Always,” he smiles, and I feel a little better, leaving them all after everything in the last few weeks.
Sean pulls me into his arms as I hold him tight.
“See, I was the last to fuck you before you became an official O’Reilly,” he smirks as the others sigh dramatically.
“Trust me, the whole house knows it,” Maximus sighs. “You two were anything but quiet.”
“Hey, at least it was in our room, unlike some!” Sean looks at Christian as I bury my face into his chest.
“Wasn’t my fault she ran. The stairs just happened to be where I caught her,” he shrugs, grabbing my hand and pulling me from Sean so he can kiss me passionately whilst tipping me back.
When he looks into my eyes, there’s a sparkle in them that I haven’t seen for a while. I hope this means he is finally relaxing enough to start looking out for himself, not just us.
“You look happier,” I whisper without meaning to. Christian's smile drops for a moment as his eyes widen, but just as I’m about to apologise, he places me back upright and takes my face in his hands.
“How could I not be? We are all okay for now, and tomorrow, I get to marry the love of my life with my brothers standing beside me. What more could I want?”
“Sex,” Maximus offers with a shrug.
“A blow job,” Sean adds
“Jazzy going a whole day without causing trouble,” Jason suggests.
“Jaz going a full hour without getting into trouble.” Terry pipes in.
“I’m not that bad!” I protest as the girls laugh from their seats. Sticking my bottom lip out, I turn to Christian. “Tell them, Daddy.” I flutter my eyelashes at him. Christian tips me back again and kisses me until I’m breathless.
“You are perfect just the way you are, brat and all.” He straightens us up before releasing his hold on my waist. “Now go, some of us have a wedding to organise.” He slaps my ass playfully as the girls jump up and start dragging me out of the sitting room.
“Wait, the puppy!” I call.
“It’s okay, Shorty, I’ve got him, now go.” Maximus points as I turn to Mrs Brown, who is following behind.
“I need to tell you something,” I whisper, hoping the guys won’t hear.
“Why do you think I’m following you?” she winks.
As soon as we are by the front door, the girls come to a stop, knowing what I have to say to Mrs Brown is important.
“I have a delivery coming today. It's important the guys don’t see it. But you will have to do something with it.” Leaning forward, I whisper everything into her ear in case anyone is listening in. When Mrs Brown steps back, she has tears in her eyes.
“You are so kind and have the biggest heart,” she whispers. “I promise it will all be done.” She passes me the coffee and croissant before cupping my cheek. “I love those boys as if they were my own, and I have come to love you as the daughter I never had. I know Helena would have loved you and the care you take of her boys.” She kisses my cheek and wipes a tear away with her apron. “Now go, have a lovely time, and I will have everything ready for the morning.”
“Love you, Mrs Brown.” I’ve never said it to her before, but I love her more than I ever loved my mum. I realise I have for a long time.
“I love you, too, Jasmine dear.” Without another word, she turns around and walks into the kitchen.
“Come on, we have a bottle of champagne with our name on it,” Danielle announces as she opens the front door, revealing Layton standing beside the limo.
Looking back at the house as I wait to get into the back, I realise I won’t be here again until tomorrow when I officially become an O’Reilly, and I can’t think of a better family to marry into.