Epilogue
The week cascaded by in a flurry of silk and roses, the Porter mansion’s garden metamorphosing into an ethereal sanctuary befitting a fairytale. As the final evening descended, the estate shimmered with the glow of a thousand fairy lights, their soft luminescence highlighting the swathes of vibrant flowers that perfumed the air.
On my wedding day, I felt like a vision in my strapless white lace wedding gown featuring intricate beadwork and lace detailing, complemented by a flowing train. My long dark hair was styled in soft, loose curls down my back. I had opted for minimal makeup, and a delicate tiara adorned with small pearls and glittering crystals rested on my head. My eyes were lined with a subtle blue eyeliner, and my lips were painted a soft pink. I held a bouquet of blush pink roses in my hands.
Kay and Marla stood beside me, their smiles as bright as the sunlight streaming through the windows. Marla adjusted my tiara with a tender touch, while Kay giggled and fussed over the train of my dress.
“You look like a princess, Brynn!” Kay beamed, her eyes sparkling.
Marla nodded, her gaze full of warmth and pride. “You’re absolutely stunning, sweetheart. Today is your day.”
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and happiness. “Thanks, you two. Having you here means the world to me.”
Kay squeezed my hand. “We’re always here for you, Brynn. Now let’s get you married!”
Marla stepped forward, her arm linked with mine. The grace she exuded was mirrored in Kay’s poise as my maid of honor, her hopeful gaze reinforcing the promise of a new beginning.
“Ready?” Marla’s gentle query was both a question and an affirmation.
“Absolutely,” I confirmed, the strength in my voice belying the tremor of my hands.
Marla and I strolled the red-carpeted path behind Kay. The pastor’s kind eyes surveyed us from under the altar.
Standing at the altar, the three men waiting for me were a breathtaking sight. Sebastian, with his dark hair neatly combed and his tall frame dressed in a classic black tuxedo, looked every bit the composed and thoughtful man I had fallen for. His intense brown eyes crinkled when they met mine, a small smile on his lips.
Next to him was Joel, whose rugged good looks were accentuated by his perfectly tailored suit. His usually stern expression was replaced with a rare, tender look, his green eyes filled with a mixture of pride and emotion. The black tuxedo he wore highlighted his muscular build.
Braxton, ever the playful one, couldn’t hide his excitement. His blonde hair was tousled in a charmingly casual way, and his bright smile was charming. Dressed in a tuxedo with a subtle navy hue, his expression a blend of mischief and love, just like the joy and laughter he always brought into my life.
We approached the altar, and the sight of them standing there, waiting for me, filled my heart with a warmth and certainty I had never known.
“No one deserves more happiness than you, Brynn,” Marla whispered, and in her eyes, I saw the reflection of my parent’s love passed down through her. Marla let go of my arm and stepped away to take her seat in the front row. Kay remained beside me.
My heart raced as I faced Sebastian, Joel, and Braxton. The three cousins stood before me, their expressions of love, anticipation, and barely contained joy. I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
“Sebastian, Joel, Braxton...” I gazed at each of them in turn. “I never knew what family meant until now.”
Sebastian’s hand found mine. “Nor did we, Brynn.”
Joel cleared his throat, his usual bravado tempered by the gravity of the moment. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh?”
“Stuck? More like blissfully anchored!” Braxton’s boyish grin lit up his face.
A ripple of laughter swept through the assembled crowd.
I smiled, my cheeks flushing with happiness. “Blissfully and eternally anchored.”
The pastor’s voice seemed to come from far away as he began the ceremony. “We are gathered here today...”
His words faded into the background, drowned out by the thundering of my own heartbeat. I found myself lost in a whirlwind of memories—the first time I’d met each of the cousins, the gradual blossoming of our relationships, the challenges we’d faced together, and the love that had grown between us. It seemed impossible that we’d come so far, with me from the harsh streets of New Boston to this moment of pure, unbridled happiness.
Sebastian’s thumb traced gentle circles on the back of my hand. I glanced up at him, drinking in the sight of his handsome face, his expression one of tender affection. To my left, Joel stood tall and proud, his usual intensity softened by a rare smile that made my heart ache with love. And Braxton, ever the charmer, winked at me when he caught my eye, his smile so bright it could have outshone the sun.
The pastor interrupted my reverie. “Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, husband, husband, and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
A cheer erupted from the crowd, but I barely heard it. Sebastian was the first to reach for me, his hands cupping my face with infinite tenderness. His lips met mine in a kiss that was soft and sweet, full of promises for the future. I melted into him, my hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms.
Once we parted, Joel stepped forward, his green gaze smoldering with an intensity that made my knees weak. He pulled me close, one hand tangling in my hair and he claimed my lips in a way that spoke of passion and devotion. I clung to him, dizzy with the force of his love, my body tingling from head to toe. He released me and I smiled at Braxton.
Braxton swept me into his arms, his cute grin giving way to a look of pure adoration. His kiss was sweet and heartfelt. I smiled wider against his lips, my heart so full it felt fit to burst.
We broke apart, I was instantly enclosed in a group hug, surrounded by the warmth and love of my new husbands.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words seeming wholly inadequate to express the depth of my feelings. “All of you, so much.”
“And we love you, Brynn.” Sebastian pressed a kiss to my temple.
Joel’s arm tightened around my waist. “More than anything in this world.”
“Or any other world, for that matter.” Braxton slung an arm over my shoulders.
We turned to face our guests, and I caught sight of Marla in the front row, her face alight with happiness. My little sister was bouncing in her seat, ad clapping.
The reception that followed was a whirlwind of music, laughter, and celebration. I danced with each of my husbands in turn, reveling in the unique connection I shared with each of them.
Sebastian led me in a graceful waltz, his movements sure and elegant. As we swayed together, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Brynn. I promise to spend every day trying to make you just as happy.”
I tilted my face up to his, my heart swelling with love. “You already do,” I whispered, stretching up on my toes to kiss him softly.
Joel’s dance style was more intense, matching the passion that always simmered between us. He held me close, his strong arms guiding me through the steps with surprising grace. “Never thought I’d be the marrying type. But with you, Brynn...it just feels right.”
I laid my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. “No, it feels perfect.”
Dancing with Braxton was pure joy. He twirled me around the floor with exuberant energy. “You know,” he said, dipping me dramatically, “I always knew you’d end up as part of our family. Though I have to admit, I didn’t quite picture it happening like this.”
I giggled and he pulled me back up, my cheeks flushed. “Life has a funny way of surprising us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
As the night wore on, I found myself constantly surrounded by love and family. Kay hugged me tightly, her young face shining with happiness. “I’m so glad you’re happy, Brynn. You deserve this all of this.”
I blinked back tears, pulling my little sister close. “We both do, Kay. And we’ve finally found it.”
Once the reception began to wind down, I was drawn back to my husbands. We stood together, fingers entwined, surrounded by the love of our family and friends. The future stretched out before us, full of endless possibilities. Sebastian squeezed my hand gently.
“Ready to start our new life together?” Joel’s arm slipped around my waist, pulling me close.
Braxton’s trademark grin was softer now. “I’m ready for our honeymoon suite shenanigans. Last one there has to give the first massage!”
I looked at each of them in turn, my heart so full of love it felt like it might overflow. “Race you there, boys. Winner gets to pick the first position.”
As we made our way out of the ballroom, showered with rose petals and well-wishes, I felt a sense of completeness I’d never known before. The harsh realities of New Boston seemed a distant memory now, replaced by the warmth and security of my new chosen family.
Joel scooped me up into his arms when we reached the threshold. “I’ve got a head start on that massage, darling.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. “Mmm, I might just let you win this one.”
Sebastian chuckled, his fingers trailing along my bare arm. “Don’t count me out just yet. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
Braxton darted ahead, calling over his shoulder, “Catch me if you can, slowpokes!”
We made our way to the elevator, giggles and stolen kisses punctuated our journey. The champagne buzz hummed through my veins, making everything feel dreamlike and surreal.
Sebastian pressed the button to take us upstairs, his hand resting on the small of my back. “I still can’t believe this is real. That you’re ours.”
I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his palm through the delicate fabric of my dress. “Believe it, handsome.”
Joel nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “We’re the luckiest bastards in New Boston.”
Braxton wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Speaking of getting lucky...”
The elevator dinged, and we spilled out into the compartment. We rode it to the third floor where most the bedroom where located.
Joel carried me down the hallway to a new bedroom suite I had never seen before.
“Allow me.” Sebastian smoothly opened the door.
We entered the luxurious suite with a king-sized bed. Champagne chilled in an ice bucket, rose petals scattered across the blankets. Joel set me on my feet.
Braxton whistled low. “Now this is what I call a love nest.”
I kicked off my heels, sighing in relief as my feet sank into the plush carpet. “God, that feels good. These shoes are gorgeous, but they’re killing me.” I sat on the edge of the bed.
Joel knelt before me, his strong hands gently massaging my aching feet. “Let me take care of that for you, Mrs. Porter.”
A warm tingle coursed through me at the sound of my new name. “Mrs. Porter. I could get used to that.”
Sebastian came up behind me, his fingers working at the intricate buttons of my gown. “You’d better. It’s yours for life now.”
I leaned back against his chest, relishing the solid strength of him. “Promise?”
His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I swear it.”
Braxton flopped onto the bed, loosening his tie. “So, about that massage...I think I won fair and square.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t remember agreeing to those terms, mister.”
He pouted playfully. “Come on, wifey. Don’t I deserve a little TLC on my wedding night?”
Joel’s hands had worked their way up to my calves, kneading the tension from my muscles. “I think we all deserve a little extra loving tonight.”
I bit my lip, a wicked idea forming. “Well, in that case...why don’t you boys get comfortable while I slip into something a little more...appropriate for the occasion?”
Sebastian’s breath hitched while he helped me step out of my dress. “Define appropriate.”
I winked, scooping up a small bag from beside the bed that Marla must’ve left there for me. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
I sashayed towards the bathroom. I could feel their heated gazes on my skin. The door shut behind me, and I leaned against it for a moment, catching my breath.
My reflection in the mirror caught my eye—cheeks flushed, hair slightly mussed, eyes bright with excitement. I hardly recognized myself, this radiant, confident woman staring back at me.
I reached into the bag, pulling out lacy white lingerie. I slipped it on, and I could hear the muffled sounds of my husbands’ cheeky banter through the door.
Braxton’s voice carried clearly. “Ten bucks says she comes out in nothing but a bow.”
Joel’s deeper tone rumbled in response. “You’re on. My money’s on that little red number we saw her eyeing last week at the store.”
Sebastian chuckled. “You’re both wrong. Our Brynn’s full of surprises.”
I grinned to myself, applying a fresh coat of lipstick. They had no idea what they were in for. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom. The conversation died instantly, replaced by a charged silence.
I struck a pose, one hand on my hip. “So...what do we think, gentlemen?”
Braxton let out a low whistle. “Holy hell, Brynn. You’re trying to kill us, aren’t you?”
Joel’s gaze raked over me, hot enough to burn. “Mission accomplished, sweetheart.”
Sebastian stood slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re breathtaking.”
I sauntered towards them, reveling in the power I held in that moment. “Why, thank you. Now, I believe someone mentioned something about a massage?”
Braxton bounced up, eager as a puppy. “Me! I called dibs, remember?”
I pushed him back onto the bed with a gentle shove. “Patience, love. Good things come to those who wait.”
Joel’s arms encircled my waist from behind, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear. “And are we in for some good things tonight, Mrs. Porter?”
I tilted my head, giving him better access. “Oh, I’d say you’re in for some very good things indeed, Mr. Porter.”
Sebastian’s fingers trailed along my collarbone, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Care to elaborate on that?”
I captured his hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing each knuckle slowly. “I thought I might start with a little show...and then, well, I’m sure we can find some way to occupy ourselves.”
Braxton groaned, flopping back dramatically. “You’re killing me here, Brynn. Have mercy on a poor, sexually frustrated newlywed.”
I laughed, climbing onto the bed beside him. “Poor baby. Whatever shall we do about that?”
Joel and Sebastian joined us, the massive bed easily accommodating all four of us. I was surrounded by the men I loved.
Sebastian’s fingers ghosted along my thigh. “I have a few ideas, if you’re open to suggestions.”
I arched into his touch, my breath catching. “I’m all ears, handsome.”
Braxton nipped at my earlobe, his voice a husky whisper. “How about we start by showing our beautiful bride just how much we appreciate her?”
Joel’s hand splayed across my stomach, warm and possessive. “I second that motion.”
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. “Well, who am I to argue with that kind of logic?”
Silk fabric wrapped around my wrists. I looked above me. Braxton bound my hands with his tie. His grin so wide as winked at me. This was either a great idea or a terrible one.
Sebastian stood above me with a toy in his hand. “This is the perfect massage tool.”
“That a vibrator.” I had never used one, but heard so many things about them.
“We want multiple orgasms from you,” Joel demanded.
“I can’t do that.” I was a one and done girl.
Without responded Sebastian pressed the vibrator against my clit. On instinct I went to grab it away, my wrists tugged against the tie. Shit. Tingles coursed through my body.
I bit my lip as the first waves of an orgasm slammed into me. They had barely touched me and I was about to explode.
Joel reached over and turned up the vibrations. That did it.
“Fuck!” I screamed out as the tingles ran through me. I fell off the edge. Everything in me pulsated.
“Good Girl,” Braxton grinned.
My leg twitched as Joel nestled between my legs. He plunged into me. My pussy was already soaked and swollen from the toy. I couldn’t handle him. That didn’t stop him.
Instead of his normal aggression, he was gentle and slow. Each stroke inside drove me wild. I pulled at the tie wanted to grab at him. He continued caressing my walls with his thick cock. I was clamoring on the edge again.
“I…” Words escaped me.
“Let go,” Joel demanded. He slammed into me.
The sudden change in rhythm undid me. Tingles engulfed me. How? I bucked against him. The pleasure so intense. This time it started in my pussy and emanated out to every part of me. I swam in the ecstasy. This orgasm even stronger than the last.
“Can you guys untie me so I can return the favor? That was amazing,” I gasped.
“Oh, Babe, we aren’t done,” Braxton grinned.
He grabbed my hips. In on swift movement he grabbed my hips and flipped me over. My body slammed into the bed. I let out a giggle as I tried to gather myself. What did he have up his sleeve?
Hands massaged my calves. Shit, I needed that. Then more hands rubbed my back and another set kneaded my ass. This was heaven.
All three of them rubbed me. It wasn’t what I expected, but I loved every second of it. They continued until I got drowsy and let out a yawn.
“I think you are ready for another round,” Braxton whispered.
“I’ll try,” I giggled.”
The weight of what I can only assume was Braxton pushed me further into the mattress. He was laying on my back and I felt his dick rub against my thigh. Fuck. He ground into me. I wanted him inside me.
“Beg,” he demanded.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
He entered my pussy from behind me as I lay on my stomach. I gasped as he pushed on my back for better position. This time he slammed into me. The different angle opened me in ways I didn’t know existed. As he continued to opened me up, I spread my legs to give him as much access as possible.
I looked up to see Joel and Sebastian at the top of the bed. The stroked their cocks as they watched Braxton take me.
“I want to taste both of you,” I told them.
“Only if you cum for Brax.” Sebastian stroked his length.
That would be easy. I was already on the brink. Each time he slammed into me, I moaned. He nibbled my back as he continued to fuck me. I clenched my walls around him.
“I’m cumming!” I gasped.
Both Joel and Sebastian positioned their cocks at my mouth. They dumped their warm liquid into my mouth. Simultaneously Braxton emptied himself into me. All three filled me.
“Damn, that was amazing.” I licked my lips.
We lay together in the aftermath, sweat-slicked and sated. I marveled at everything that had led me to this moment. From the streets of New Boston to the arms of these three incredible men—it was more than I’d ever dared to dream.
Braxton nuzzled into my neck, his voice soft and sleepy. “Best. Wedding night. Ever.”
Joel hummed in agreement, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Sebastian propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at me with a tender smile. “I think this calls for a toast.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what exactly are we toasting to?”
He reached for the champagne, popping the cork with practiced ease. “To family. To love in all its forms.”
As Sebastian poured the bubbly into waiting flutes, a swell of emotion rose in my chest. This was it—the beginning of our new life together.
Joel raised his glass, his voice thick with emotion. “To us.”
We clinked our glasses together, the crystal ringing out in the quiet of the room. As I sipped the champagne, I caught Braxton’s eye over the rim of my glass.
He winked. “So...who’s up for round two?”
I nearly choked on my drink, dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Already? You boys are insatiable.”
Sebastian set his glass aside, pulling me close. “Can you blame us? We have a lifetime of loving you to catch up on.”
Joel’s hand slid up my thigh, his touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. “Besides, it’s not every day a man gets to worship his wife for the first time.”
I shook my head with a grin, my heart so full it threatened to burst. “Well, when you put it like that...who am I to deny my husbands?”
For the first time in my life, I was truly, completely home.