Epilogue
Jolene
A year later
The sun dips low over the turquoise water. It doesn’t surprise me that my mom’s getting married again, but she really outdid herself with this Christmas wedding on a tropical island. I've probably been a bridesmaid for my mother more times than most women have been a bridesmaid ever.
And while my family dynamic is a bit chaotic, everyone's pretty accepting of my mom's repeated weddings and my unconventional relationship. Most people probably don’t even realize I’m wearing wedding rings on both hands. I plan on stopping at two, unlike my mom.
Jeremy is one of the groomsmen, along with our new stepbrother, Kevin.
I smile proudly as Jane walks down the aisle, tossing flowers along the way, then rushes to sit between Walker and Hudson who are holding our three-month-old twins in the front row. It seems my guys defied the odds and got me pregnant despite the implant.
Turns out, mom life is an amazing adventure. Jane’s been one of the best things that ever happened to me. She helped me grow up fast and gives me an outlet to let my inner child shine. I glance to the sky, hoping Jennifer’s happy with the life we’ve given Jane.
One of our other cousins had the answer to why she named me as guardian. Jennifer admired my ability to handle anything that came my way and come out of it with a smile on my face. If anything ever happened to her, she wanted me to share that ability with Jane.
Jennifer may never know how much that vote of confidence meant to me, but it helped me embrace my role in Jane’s life.
Mom enters, beautiful as always, and the ceremony is short and sweet. The second it's over the photographer says, "The sunset won't last forever. I need the groomsmen right here for pictures. Bridesmaids, we'll get you in a sec."
Hudson rushes to my side and pulls me away from the wedding party. I guess he found someone else to hold the baby. Based on the mischievous look in his eye, what he has planned isn't for kids. A knot starts forming low in my belly anticipating whatever fun he has planned.
Now that he started reading smutty romance, he's made a checklist of all the things he wants to try. It's as if we've created a monster… the good kind.
We run over the wooden planks crossing the dune, then we duck behind the main building of the resort. The island venue is booked for our private party so no one else is around.
My heartbeat stays elevated even after we stop running. His hands trail over my bare midriff and he reaches for the tie on the back of my bikini top. "Hudson, pictures— What are we doing?"
He understands that my question is about his checklist. "Wedding sex."
"No time to waste." I'm happy to oblige. Who couldn't use an orgasm to help get through a family gathering.
I hike my blue and white flowered sarong and turn to face the building. He takes control of the fabric, tucking the hem into the waistband so it stays out of the way.
I brace my palms against the wooden wall and steady my bare feet in the sand. He shoves my bikini bottom down my thighs and I kick it to the side while he drops his surf shorts to midthigh.
Positioning his cock at my entrance, he eases between my folds. "You're so fucking wet."
"Shut up and fuck me."
Thrusting deep in one smooth motion, his fingers dig into my hips. I gasp, the fullness stretching me in the most delicious way.
He pounds into me… turns out that's almost always the way I like it. I clench my mouth shut in an effort to keep from making too much noise, but as he builds my orgasm one thrust at a time, my moans are hard to control.
Walker's voice cuts through our private moment, low and amused. "I know what you're doing back there."
I glance to the side. He hasn't rounded the corner yet.
Hudson's rhythm falters for a heartbeat, then picks up fiercer. Walker rounds the corner, his broad frame stepping closer, his eyes dark with hunger. He cups my face and claims my mouth in a kiss that melts me.
My body shakes, my knees threaten to give out, and wave after wave of my release ripples through me. Hudson groans quieter than normal, but unmistakable. He fills me with his cum and it drips down my thighs.
Walker wastes no time, barely letting Hudson finish before shoving him out of the way.
"I don't think we have time. They'll need me for pictures."
"Go for it, I'll keep an eye out." Hudson steps to the corner while Walker gets his cock out.
I turn back to the wall, bracing myself, but he grabs one of my arms and spins me to face him.
He drapes his lei around my hand, then brings my other wrist into the circle. Layering the lei on itself, he manages to bind my wrists.
"Ready?" His hands circle my waist and I'm taken back to our first time. But there's no time to reminisce.
I nod and when he lifts me, I circle my bound arms around his head.
He settles me onto his cock, sliding me down until I'm full. He rocks hard as he takes control of my body, pumping me up and down. I cling to his shoulders, balancing, and when the pressure becomes unbearable, I bury my face in my arm.
"Hurry, Jeremy's coming," Hudson warns.
My stifled cries are met with Walker's efforts to keep quiet as we give in to our simultaneous releases. Rushing an orgasm is low on my list of favorite things.
"How close is he?" Walker asks.
"Crossing the dunes now."
Walker steadies me on my feet. "I don't have anything to clean you up."
Hudson grabs my bathing suit bottom and tosses it to me. "Better than nothing."
Jeremy's voice sounds like it comes from just past the corner. "You guys back there? We need Jolene for the pictures."
"She'll be there in a minute.”
I barely catch the bathing suit with my bound hands, then drag it between my legs. Walker yanks his suit up then pulls my sarong down so I'm covered. Am I really going to take pictures like this?
Hudson rounds the corner to cut Jeremy off. Walker unbinds my wrists then we follow behind Hudson.
Jeremy's brow furrows as he takes us in and shakes his head. "I really need warning if you plan on bringing our new stepbrother to the mix."
Hudson scoops me up. "I'm not letting her near him. I don't like to share."
Jeremy's confusion carries his gaze to Walker. "But don't you both… never mind, I don't want to know."
He turns on his heels, waving us toward the beach where the photographer waits. Laughter bubbles up from my chest, light and free, as Hudson sets me down and grabs one of my hands. Walker falls in step on the other side, lacing his fingers with mine.
Hudson says, "We should make this a Christmas tradition."
"What? Having sex at your mom's wedding?"
We crack up at the craziness that is our life.
"I was thinking more along the lines of taking a vacation." Hudson kisses the top of my head and Walker does the same, leaving us in a tangle of hugs and kisses.
And we live happily ever after!