Epilogue
GRAHAM
One Year Later
“I’m just saying it’s stupid to have a law against having multiple husbands,” Callum says. “I want to marry her too.”
For the hundredth time.
“I know, and you are marrying her.”
“But not legally. She’ll have your last name.”
“You can change yours to mine too.”
He tilts his head like he doesn’t hate the idea. But I don’t get another chance to speak. Calli knocks on the door and says it’s time.
My veins are shaking with nerves. I’ve never felt something like this before. Then, again, what my partners makes me feel is often different than any experience before. Callum reaches out and squeezes my hand as we come to the mouth of the room.
A white aisle running is spread out before us. The club has been transformed into Macy’s dream wedding. There are flowers everywhere. Lining the aisle, lining the arch over where the three of us will stand. She’s covered the club in them. As she said she would.
As Callum and I come to stand, waiting for our bride. I think back to the day we chose who would get to marry her on paper. Macy was so close to calling off the wedding if we couldn’t figure it out. So we flipped a coin. I won; Callum didn’t. I don’t think he’s ever going to get over that.
Marshall comes to stand behind me; he’s our officiant. Ordained just for this event. All because Macy wanted to include everyone she could. Which wasn’t a lot.
Callum hits my arm as the song changes. I was lost in my thoughts; I didn’t see Kaia and Calli walk down in their bridesmaid dresses.
My eyes land on Macy at the end of the aisle.
They immediately well with tears. She’s alone, holding a sprawling bouquet of white lilies with blue and purple orchids.
Her dress is white, fitted to her. She sparkles beneath the light. A true angel. But she’ll always be my little bunny. But now, when she runs, she always knows we’ll chase. We’ve proven it over the last year.
She loves to make us run all over the city sometimes. Not so much now that she’s so busy with her lingerie line. Making the uniforms for the club certainly inspired her.
Macy hands her bouquet to Calli as she meets us. Freeing up her hands to take ours. I’m so glad Macy picked Marshall to do the ceremony. He’s a man of a few words. Today is no different. He wastes no time on fluffy bullshit, cutting straight to the point.
“Rings?”
Cal reaches into his pocket, opens the box, and takes his half out before handing it to me. The little velvet box weighs nothing in my hand. So small yet so meaningful. I pluck the other half of the diamond from its resting place.
We had this ring designed just for Macy. The marquise diamond splits into two halves. One to represent me and one for Cal. Both are an icy blue to match Macy’s eyes. The gold band is inscribed with our promises to love her.
Much like the vows Cal is saying right now.
Cal’s hands shake. He nearly drops the ring before he can get it on her finger.
Making our small audience laugh. Mostly just employees from the club and Macy’s family.
My family disowned me a long time ago for my life choices.
Cal’s mother was his only family, and she’s been gone for some time now.
My heart is pounding in my ears as I say my vows. I’m surprised to get them, considering I can hardly hear whatever Marshall is saying. Macy swallows a breath as I settle the ring on her small finger.
Tears roll down her face as she takes her turn. She can hardly keep eye contact as she slips a ring on my finger and Cal’s.
The three of us made our rings together. Mine is green like Cal’s eyes. His is more amber like my eyes. A knot of three runs up the sides of both, symbolizing the three of us coming together as a unit. A whole.
I’m so excited, I don’t wait for Marshall to introduce us or whatever they do at the end of weddings. I grab Macy and lift her veil, kissing her hard. There’s a few chuckles before applause breaks out and Cal nudges me. He’s so impatient.
Cal dips her and claims her mouth. Making a few whoops and shouts come from the crowd. He cups her ass.
Blood runs south at the sight. Macy made us sleep without her last night. For the first time since we brought her home to the penthouse. We’ve grown accustomed to having her soft, little body between us.
Don’t get me wrong, Cal and I still fooled around. It was amazing, but I want back into my wife’s pussy. I want to feel my husband’s cock slide against mine while I’m at it.
“Woah,” Macy says, standing upright again as Cal releases her.
He gives me a quick kiss, but the two of us are desperate for something else. Something more.
We hurry down the aisle, smiling at the chanting and applause.
In a few hours, the club will turn into one big party to celebrate.
But for now, we’re going to celebrate alone.
I knew when we started to plan this wedding that we’d need an intermission between the ceremony and the reception.
Just because I knew I would be so turned on that I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
And I was right. My dick is ready to explode behind my zipper. It’s pressing against the metal so hard; I’ll be surprised if there aren’t teeth impressions left in my skin. I grip Macy’s hand a little tighter.
“You okay, big guy?” She asks.
Her pale eyes sparkle at me. She’s so damn beautiful when she’s happy.
“I’m just grateful to be the one to put that smile on your face.”
Macy blushes.
“You mean one of the ones to put that smile there. I helped,” Cal inserts.
“Yes, you did, baby.” I coo at him as we come to a stop in front of the door.
The same door I walked through one year ago. It changed my life. All of our lives.
“Hard to believe it’s been a whole year,” Macy says, walking through. “Everything is so different now.”
I let the door shut behind me. Every muscle in my body tightens as I listen to the lock engage.
At last. I’m alone with my two favorite humans on the planet.
Callum has a devilish smirk on his face, looking down at Macy.
“Told you that we’d make you our wife.”
“He’s right,” I whisper, crowding her back. “We did tell you that.”
She lays her head back on my shoulder, baring her neck to me. I take the chance to carve a trail of slow kisses on her skin.
Macy moans. The sound goes straight to my dick. Her skin is so soft. So luscious. I’ve had Macy so many times in the last year, but it’s never enough.
It will never be enough.
“So you made me your wife,” she replies. Her voice is breathless. “But will you make me come?”
Her words are a challenge. One we will gladly take.
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble, little one,” Callum murmurs, pulling her closer to him.
I take the chance to unzip her dress and let it fall. A groan works its way up my throat as all of her is exposed. I’m out of my clothes in seconds. Cal shucks his, going so fast it makes Macy laugh.
My cock points up towards my abs. I’m so hard. Macy reaches her hand out, wrapping one palm around me and the other around Callum. She flicks her thumb over the tip, swiping at the precum.
“Fuck,” Cal hisses. “That feels good.”
“But I need more.”
No one has ever accused me of being patient. I doubt someone ever will. Macy shrieks as I toss her into the middle of the bed.
I cover her with my body, claiming her mouth. I’m too keyed up to be gentle or go slow. Somewhere behind me I feel Cal get on the bed too.
Rolling, I flip Macy and me so that I’m on my back and she’s on top of me. Just like that first night. She sits up. Her tits jiggle as she settles herself over my dick.
We both moan as I slide in easily. Cal gets behind Macy, twisting his hands in her hair and yanking her head back to kiss her. Her warm cunt squeezes my shaft. Watching the two of them together is almost enough to set me off. Almost.
Callum pushes inside of her. His thick shaft gliding against mine. It’s a tight fit. I can feel the veins from Cal’s dick against mine. He’s throbbing, desperate for a release. I can relate. Our eyes connect as we thrust in and out of Macy. His hand finds my hip. Heat swallows me head to toe.
Macy’s juices splatter on my thigh. She’s so wet, I can smell her sweet arousal in the air.
Cal’s fingers ding into my skin as he pounds into her harder. I let my hands wander over Macy. Cupping her boobs, I flick my finger over her nipples.
She arches, pushing them into my hand.
“Please,” Macy whines.
Her creamy skin is turning pink. She’s getting close. I let one hand travel down her body, running over the curve of her body. Until I get to her pussy and pinch her clit.
That’s all it takes. Macy comes undone on us. All over both of her husbands. My balls seize as she floods the bed. I explode beneath her. Cal roars, his balls hitting mine as he follows the two of us over the edge.
This right here is heaven. This is all I’ve ever wanted.
And it’s mine.
Forever.