BONUS EPILOGUE
JOCELYN
“Are they finally gone?” I asked hopefully.
“Yup.”
“All of them?”
The boys turned to look out through our upstairs window, where the final set of red tail lights was being swallowed by shadows. I joined to watch as they turned onto the main road and faded away, leaving nothing but darkness behind.
The last of our wedding guests had finally departed.
“Annnnd… that’s it,” Bishop said theatrically. “Your ass is officially ours.”
It was, truly. And in wonderful new ways that it never had been before.
“I’m your wife now,” I beamed happily.
“You sure as hell are,” Kayden agreed. “And you have three husbands.”
“Three horny husbands,” added Andre.
He rolled up the sleeves of his white, button down shirt and began rubbing his hands together. And he wasn’t the only one.
“Been waiting all night for this,” Andre breathed.
“Shit, I’ve been waiting my whole life,” quipped Bishop.
Multiple arms slid around me, as multiple arms tended to do. They could take me right here, in my wedding dress, on the floor of the upstairs landing. I’d be fine with that. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time we didn’t make it to the bedroom.
But I had other, better plans.
“Give me a few,” I said, deftly extracting myself from their multiple grasps. They looked back at me in such grave disappointment, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trust me. It’ll be worth your while.”
A collective sigh went up between them. The boys had kept themselves in check all throughout our backyard wedding, and well into the night. Throughout the partying and merriment they’d been respectful, considerate, even chivalrous. They’d been very diplomatic too, in regards to our family, and most especially, Jason.
But right now, they were ready to absolutely devour me… wedding dress and all.
“I’m dipping into the bedroom,” I told them firmly. “Give me five minutes, that’s all I need. Then come in.”
It had been in incredible three-and-a-half years; a perfect storm of love and life and well-earned success. We’d built a business together, a house together, and most important of all, a family. Miraculously enough, we’d done all three of those things at the same time.
And that’s because, working together, the four of us could accomplish absolutely anything.
“Five minutes,” Andre grumbled, begrudgingly. “Not a second more.”
“Thanks, husband,” I winked at him, as I spun away.
Husband. Hearing the word from my own lips was so fucking amazing. Sure, the wedding had been technically ceremonial, at least in the eyes of the almighty ‘state.’ But the state’s opinion of our relationship meant nothing to me. Marrying these incredible men, and slipping their three slender rings of gold on my one delicate finger? That marked just another level of commitment in our already-devoted relationship. The final piece of our beautiful, four-person puzzle.
I glanced down at that finger now, as I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I had layer upon layer of my exquisite wedding dress to remove. Most layers, but not all.
And in their place, I had other things that needed to be put on.
Three husbands…
… two children.
Holy shit.
And more beautiful babies to make with them.
My body surged with overflowing levels of pride. A pride mixed with a joyful anticipation.
Maybe even tonight.
Already I missed the kids. Hannah was nearly three now, and she made the most stunning flower girl in the entire world. Watching her wander down the makeshift aisle of toile fabric in our beautiful backyard was something I’d always remember. It made my already-bursting heart melt… but not as much as her holding hands with one-year old Mason, her little brother.
Our two little angels would be sleeping soundly at their grandparents’ house now, having left the party hours ago. Of all our family and friends who’d had to adjust to unconventionality of our relationship, Andre’s parents had been the hands down champions. They’d welcomed me into their fold as a full-fledged daughter, even more than a daughter-in-law. And they’d been even more thrilled at the birth of our babies, to finally have grandchildren to brag about.
Still, their happy boasting was nothing compared to the bragging rights bestowed upon a joyous Kayden, when together we learned he was Hannah’s biological father. For long months he shoved it in the face of the others; almost a full year, actually. His bragging rights extended all the way until I was pregnant again, and this time gave birth to what turned out to be Bishop’s handsomely dimpled son.
We had two beautiful children now, and three proud fathers. But fair’s fair, and we’d decided from the very beginning that our first three babies would arrive as one from each of them. Which meant that for the past year, or somewhere thereabouts, the only one of my sizzling fiancés allowed to finish inside me had been a very happy, very satisfied, and extremely drained Andre.
“Three minutes!”
It was Andre’s booming voice that now carried through our intentionally thick bedroom door. I continued unbuttoning, until I’d finally detached the bottom part of my dress and folded it away as neatly as possible. My exposed legs, hidden from view the entire night, were shockingly bare. The only thing to do now was cover them… with the sexiest, sluttiest pair of white fishnet stockings I’d been able to find.
No, life with the boys these past years had been absolutely perfect. They were incredible partners, amazing fathers, and provided for us all in every possible way. The restaurant was our ultimate team effort, and we all worked hard at building it into the juggernaut it currently was. Kayden and Bishop cooked their tight little asses off, while Andre and I worked the front end, ran the books, and juggled an entire circus of social media and miscellaneous other marketing. Most nights, we had more guests than we could handle. And somehow, turning people away only made the place more desirable.
In the end, the only thing left had been to out our relationship to our already suspicious families. Which, at first, hadn’t gone nearly as smoothly as we’d hoped.
My father, surprisingly enough, had actually been supportive. While he didn’t understand how three men could remain committed solely to me, he could see how much I really did love them. Maybe it was his fatherly instinct that sensed the depths of my devotion, and allowed him to be genuinely happy for me. Or maybe, after such a terrible time with my mother, he just needed a win. In either case, he accepted my relationship with Kayden and Bishop, even if didn’t outright say so. And it didn’t hurt that he got along swimmingly with Andre, bonding over things like football and hockey and other professional sports team stuff I could never fully relate with him on.
Jason however, was an entirely different story.
First came the accusations, then the insults, then the vehement anger. We never outright denied anything, but we hadn’t actually sat him down to explain anything either. That was our fault, and in retrospect we should’ve handled things differently. But once he learned that not just one, but both his best friends were “screwing his sister?” He detached from the family altogether, even distancing himself from our father once he learned he wouldn’t oppose our union.
We let him rage for a while, and we left him alone. Acceptance took a long time. Only once I convinced him there was nothing he could do to change my mind, and that this was my life, and my choices, did he begin to come around. Jason was forced to face the difficult decision of either hating me and hating his best friends, or blindly accepting that we were in love, we were going forward with our lives together, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
Last Christmas I took him out to the same place we used to go ice skating when we were little, and tried to make him see. I couldn’t tell him everything about what bonded the four of us so inextricably together, or what happened on the island. But I knew he understood what Kayden and Bishop meant to me, and how much I loved them, because in the end, he loved them too.
He was also missing out on being the best uncle ever, which of course he was. He loved Hannah so much, and it pained him to not be a part of her life. When Mason came along, he started coming around again. He refused to talk much about our arrangement, but he was accepting enough not to bash it — or his friends — anymore.
Fast-forward to a few months before our wedding, when he and his new girlfriend finally agreed to attend. I was so thrilled when I received their RSVP I drove straight to his place and flung my arms around him. In return he hugged me back so tightly, crying together, that I soaked his shirt with tears of joy.
Tonight, the guys had taken Jason to the makeshift bar in the corner of the backyard, and gotten him drunk enough to hug them, too. Watching them, tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to ruin my makeup, I’d never been happier.
“Two minutes left!”
I hurried with my corset, my garters, my heels. The whole outfit was white on virgin white; a wicked take on bridal lingerie, but with way too much skin to do anything other than drip with the promise of raw, sensuous sex. I didn’t want to be taken, I wanted to be ravaged. I wanted them to utterly fucking destroy me, and remember this night forever.
Finally finished, I walked to the full-length mirror and took stock of myself. I had to admit, I looked sinfully magnificent. One of the only things left of my original bridal gown were the lace gloves, the filigree choker, and my long, flowing veil.
I swallowed hard, and placed a hand over my lower belly. I couldn’t wait to be pregnant again, this time by Andre. I was looking forward to clawing his back as he filled me up, his thick cock pulsing and twitching, thumping away inside me.
Our wedding had been beyond beautiful; three whole days’ worth of lights and decorations, set in the lush green grass of our own gorgeous backyard. A dusk, the overhead lights blinked on, bathing everything in a muted, fantasy-like glow. I’d been totally spellbound by it, starstruck even. Up until the point where a gentle tap on my shoulder had broken me from my near-hypnotic state.
“Here.”
I turned, and there had been Bruschetta Joe, immaculately dressed in a suit and tie. His olive skin was more deeply tanned than ever, as he extended an arm and handed me a small slip of paper.
“Joe!”
I’d hugged him first, grabbing his face and kissing him hard on both cheeks. His stubble was so sharp it tickled my painted lips.
“W—What’s this?”
I’d taken the paper, unfolded it, and began to read. When I saw what it was, my breath caught in my throat.
“No…” I breathed.
“Yes.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did,” Joe had said solemnly. He looked over both shoulders and then all around, as if he’d just handed me illicit drugs. “But you have to promise me something. Two things, actually.”
The hand that was holding the recipe shook visibly. The garlic, the bread, the tomatoes… it was all there, the whole process detailed, everything written neatly in tiny print. I couldn’t believe it.
“Make it once,” Joe had said, “then it make it again. Then make it a third time, and once you’ve perfected it, promise you’ll memorize the ingredients, and swallow that piece of paper.”
I’d nodded vigorously, and hugged him again — so tightly that I didn’t want to let go. Then I tucked the piece of paper safely away between my breasts, deep inside my bridal cleavage.
“What’s the second thing?” I’d asked him.
“Promise me you’ll take good care of those assholes,” he’d smiled, jerking a thumb toward where my brother was getting drunk with my three new husbands. “Because I know for a fact, they’ll always take care of you.”
At that point the tears that streamed down my cheeks did ruin my makeup, but I didn’t care. I had everything I could ever want in life. Some of which I hadn’t even dreamed of ever having.
And now that I’d married my three perfect soulmates, it could only get better from here.
“You’ll still an asshole Joe,” I’d cried, through tears of happiness, and hugged him again.
“Right back atcha,” Joe said, before turning in the direction of the bar.
“THIRTY SECONDS!”
I snapped back to the present, where Bishop’s voice was thick with anticipation. It was a miracle he’d even waited this long, to be honest. The most eager of my three new husbands was so impatient, five minutes must’ve been an absolute eternity for him.
“Come in!” I called back, hands on my hips. “I’m ready for you!”
The door flew open, and they all rushed inside. Somewhere between then and now however, something had changed.
“NICE!” I laughed.
They were still wearing their wedding suits; or at least, parts of them, anyway. Kayden was gloriously shirtless, and wore only his slacks. Andre wore his white button down shirt, his boxer briefs, and nothing else. And Bishop… well, Bishop wore only his vest and underwear. The outline of his massive cock was so obviously visible through the fabric, it made my mouth water.
The guys were having fun getting ‘dressed,’ or rather, undressed for me. That much was for sure.
But when they finally laid eyes on me…
“Holy fucking SHIT!”
I extended my arms upward, then turned in a slow circle. It gave them a full, unimpeded view of absolutely everything, including the little white bow I’d stuck to the smooth surface of my thong-covered ass.
“It’s your wedding night,” I smiled at their speechless, open-mouthed faces. “So I want you boys to go as hard as you want. Deck me. Obliterate me. Leave me in complete and utter ruin.” I pointed slyly at the bed, which was covered in white rose petals. “Leave it all on the field, so to speak. And don’t hold anything back.”
They stared at me in rapt astonishment, as stupefied as they were turned on.
“You’re the mother of our children!” Kayden swore.
“Not tonight I’m not,” I winked, wickedly. “Tonight I’m your bride, your lover, your girlfriend, your whore. I’m every erotic, perverted, wedding night fantasy you’ve ever had, all rolled into one.”
There were only a few times throughout our history when all three of them were absolutely speechless. This happened to be one of those times.
“That outfit is incredible,” Andre finally summoned the words to say. “But you do know we’re going to shred it to fucking tatters, right?”
“Maybe,” I shrugged, coyly. “But consider this: whatever’s left of this outfit, I’ll put on again next year, and the year after that. And every year on this, the anniversary of our wedding night, I’ll dress up in whatever parts of this outfit you boys happen to spare.”
They stared back at me with the usual lust in their eyes, but as always, there was also love. Tonight that love was deeper and more evident than ever before. Because for the first time ever, they’d be making love to their wife.
“Dibs,” called Bishop, surging forward.
He didn’t get more than a single foot. The other two grabbed him each by a shoulder, and pulled him back.
“No dibs,” Kayden said, matter of factly. “Tonight’s too special for dibs.”
He moved closer to me, and his blue eyes locked on mine. For a brief moment, we shared a secret, silent smile. Then he raised one hand and gently pushed me into the softness of the fragrant, rose petal-covered bed.
“Tonight, we all go first.”