Chapter 26 #2
“Pretty please, Ocean Eyes?” I grin, trying to stop my anxious chuckles. “I’ll be real good. I’ll even let you eat the rest of my birthday cake. I just didn’t want you to swallow your ring, and you almost did, babe.”
That’s how I get a reaction from him.
He flattens his lips together like he’s trying hard not to smile, but the fight leaves him. His shoulders drop. Then he laughs, soft and breathy, shaking his head like after all these months, I’ve worn him down.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding, eyes shining. “Yeah, Stan. I’ll marry you.”
The second his hand comes up, I don’t waste a damn second. I slide the ring on his finger, and then I’m on him.
I’m kissing his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw, anywhere I can reach while he laughs and tries to complain about it.
He barely gets a word out when I’m all over him, hands everywhere, heart absolutely losing its mind.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Em resting back into the pillows. Her hand rubs her belly, watching us with that smile of hers that makes me feel like a king.
My eyes go to Em, lounging like the queen she is. “Well,” I tease, “since you’re supervising, you feel like bossing us around, gorgeous?”
Em hums, all thoughtful, and adjusting herself against the pillows like she’s getting comfortable for the show. “Okay, you two may kiss,” she says, tone level and clinical in a way that always turns me on. “Very slowly, even more than my usual preference.”
Lix looks at me. His cheeks are flushed, mouth parted like he’s caught between saying something smart and letting me ruin him instead.
I don’t give him time to decide.
I grab him by the wrist and tug him closer, hauling him down onto the bed until the mattress dips and the ridiculous Mickey pillows get pushed out of the way like they’re scandalized.
Our mouths meet hard and hot, a groan caught in his throat like he wasn’t prepared for how fast I went from fiancé to feral.
Honestly, he should know better by now.
Skin on skin, our instinct answers before thought ever gets a vote. We’ve kissed a thousand times, but this one hits different. This one tastes like mine and future and holy shit, I get to keep you.
He’s shirtless, muscles solid under my wandering hands, heat everywhere. I slow it down on purpose, ‘cause our queen said so. I kiss him deep and lingering, like I’m memorizing the feel of his mouth for the rest of my life.
His eyes slide shut. Mine stay open.
Because Em’s watching.
Her glasses are slightly crooked, lips parted, looking pleased. I swear, the way she looks at us could make a man propose again just for hell of it.
I kiss Lix slower, breathe heavier, and let it get messy.
He melts into it, and his hands tighten on me. I pull back because I’m pretty sure he forgot breathing in oxygen is a mandatory thing for living. Still, I’m grinning ‘cause goddamn, I get to marry this man.
“You doin’ good, Ocean Eyes?” I whisper.
He nods, still breathless but smiling back.
I glance at Em, grinning. “And you enjoying the view, gorgeous?”
Her eyes widen, blinking owlishly behind her glasses. With a nod, she can’t stop the quirk of her full lips pulling up.
“Got any more in ya, Em?” I ask. “What do you want us to do next?”
She takes a breath like she’s choosing her words carefully, which is never good for my self-control. “Lix, lie on your back,” she says calmly. “Stan, lie on your side beside him, and place your face by his thigh.”
I do as she says, looking up at Lix, hand resting at his hip, and my mouth hovering over his crotch.
His pants are tented. My tongue wants to lick him wet. But I think his cock’s already doing the work, leaving a growing dark spot up front.
“Fuck, Lix, you leak like a broken faucet, babe.”
“Shut up.”
He braces his hands on my shoulders, fingers digging in. I grin up at him. “Shut me up then, babe.”
I start to move without waiting for Em’s next command. My hands sliding his pants off.
“Stan,” Em says, sharp enough to stop me dead.
I freeze, sighing dramatically. “You’re cruel,” I tell her. “Beautiful and brilliant, but so fucking cruel.”
Lix’s mouth twitches, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh.
“Oh, of course you love it,” I accuse him.
He doesn’t even deny it.
“It’s my birthday, babes!” I cry out. “Let me have my fun!”
Em watches us, eyes ice cold behind her glasses. “Stan, behave yourself.”
Oh. My dick disagrees hard.
I point my pout at her. “Em, tell me what to do next, or I’ll take over.”
“If you do, you wouldn’t get rewarded,” she says so easy for the jumpstart it gave to my twitching cock.
Licking my lips, I whisper, “Oh, yeah, what reward, Em?”
Em tilts her head, considering me like I just presented a mildly interesting hypothesis. “If you comply,” she says, “I could offer more positive reinforcement.”
I perk up. “Okay, now we’re speaking my language.”
“Compliance could be incentivized further,” she says. “Creative positions you can dictate.”
I snort. “Gorgeous, I love you lots, but you’re describing a typical post-dinner threesome.”
She giggles, covering her smiling lips with her hand. “Understood. Perhaps I could also permit physical affection in public.”
“Wow,” I deadpan. “Be still, my dick.”
Lix lets out a laugh, while I shake my head.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, doc. I’m engaged now. Raise the stakes.”
Em hums in thought, eyes flicking between me and Lix like she’s calculating. “There is another non-sexual option.”
My brows go down. “Huh?”
She adjusts her glasses, far too calm. “I could marry you in another country.”
The words hit me so hard I swear my soul blue-screens.
My mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. Nothing comes out.
Lix absolutely loses it. Full-on laughs, throwing his head back. “Holy shit,” he manages. “Stan, you’re turning red.”
“I am not,” I choke out, which is a lie because my face feels like it’s on fire, and my heart is doing laps around my ribcage. “You can’t just—”
Words are not doing their thing. I’m going speechless, and I can’t do that ‘cause if Em is offering forever too, I have to fucking take it!
“Em, you can’t—” I sigh, trying to breathe through my crazy heartbeat that feels like it’s beating me up from the inside. “You can’t just say things like that, like you’re booking a dentist appointment.”
All she does is smile and say, “It’s a legal loophole that we can work around, should you accept it, of course.”
I stare at her. At him. At the two people who somehow turned me into this burning hot and stupidly in love mess.
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking all over. “You two are killin’ me.”
Lix smiles at me. “Worth it, though.”
I close my eyes and bask in their attention. They both wanna marry me. Holy shit.
Blinking my eyes open, I look back at Em, heart wide open, voice rough with the truth. “Alright, gorgeous,” I say. “You win. I’ll behave. I’ll listen. I’ll follow every single order you give me.”
And honest to god, I’ve never been happier to obey.
The rest of the day goes how you’d expect when three people who just agreed to spend forever together are naked on a bed with zero self-control.
The sheets get completely destroyed—damp, twisted, and half-torn where we scratch and grip like we’re trying to leave evidence of our dirty deeds behind. The pillows get kicked somewhere into international waters, never to be seen again.
There’s laughing into skin, mouths everywhere they shouldn’t be, and a lot of very enthusiastic multitasking with hands and holes that are anything but holy or wholesome.
Em’s always somewhere between us, giving out the occasional instruction like she’s running a very hands-on experiment.
Lix keeps laughing every time I say something obscene, which is often. And every time he does, it just makes me act so much worse.
But listen, I’m still behaving very well, like their good boy who wants to wear their matching wedding rings, so that I can show them off and remind them I belong to them and they belong to me.
By the end of it, we’re tangled-up limbs under shredded blankets. Pretty sure there’s jizz and pussy juice around my mouth. I want it on me like face cream.
Sorry, you had to see that, Mickey Mouse pillowcases that are wet from all the sex we’ve had.
We’re so sweaty, but we’re all orgasmed out and definitely broke at least three unspoken Disney cruise rules. One of which is a noise complaint.
Pretty sure we scared a guy who knocked to ask us nicely to quiet down, but then I growled so loud ‘cause I was coming hard inside Lix, while Em was pegging me.
But hey, it’s my birthday, and I can do whatever I want. Best part is I’ve never felt more loved, more chosen, or more ridiculously happy in my entire life.
I’m barely able to function after coming so much, but I do hear both of them whispering to me, “Happy birthday, Stan,” right before I crash.
Yeah, I think this day’s gonna destroy every other birthday for me forever.
Hope it’s the same when it’s Lix’s birthday in ten days. We’ll still be on cruise mode, but in the Bahamas.
Fuck, yes, can’t wait to keep spoiling my better thirds.
Yawning wide with a smile, I just know I’m about to have the best dreams in a sec, since all I hear are sounds of Em and Lix making out beside me, while they rock the bed.
Their hips meeting again and again are making these sexy wet sounds over and over. Straight up my favorite song to put me to sleep.
Even with my eyes closed, ready to grab a nap, I can imagine them like I’m watching them right now.
And goddamn, are they perfect. Perfect for each other. Perfect for me.
Don’t know how I ever got this lucky, but I can’t care when I’m smiling, and planning our forever in my dreams that I know for sure we’ll make into reality.