Epilogue
Kennedy
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," the priest announced, and I beamed at Elijah, who was smiling from ear to ear.
I lunged into his arms and kissed him passionately while the congregation cheered us on.
I couldn't believe it finally happened. I'd married the man of my dreams, and it was exactly the way I pictured, with family and friends to share in the moment. It was just a pity Jasper wasn't here to share in it. Otherwise, it was exactly what I'd hoped for.
"Mrs. Smith," Elijah whispered against my lips.
"I like the sound of that."
"So do I."
After we broke the kiss, I looked into the congregation when I saw my parents applauding. Kate was there too, and she had the biggest smile on her face.
They came. They actually came. My family was here, watching me marry the man I loved.
Two years ago, our relationship was strained.
After months, I began to think I'd never patch things up with my parents, but Kate became the bridge, passing messages neither they nor I could say directly.
Six months after they kicked me out, Kate arranged a brief coffee meeting.
It was awkward and stilted, but it was contact.
The real breakthrough came when I won my first significant case.
Dad called, supposedly about a legal question, but really just to hear my voice.
After that, calls came monthly, then weekly.
When they saw I was genuinely excelling at my job at that small firm in the city and that Elijah was a good man who loved me, they eventually came around.
Now, they were the most supportive I'd ever seen them.
What started as me temporarily staying at Elijah's apartment had evolved naturally over the months.
His space became our space, and somewhere along the way, emergency housing became home.
"I can't believe you actually married a hunk. I thought a nerd was in the cards for you, but you're full of surprises, big sis," Kate said.
I nudged her. "I am, aren't I?" I winked, and she laughed.
"Seriously though, he's good for you. I can tell."
"He is."
"And you seem really content."
"I am."
"I'm glad."
I smiled, hugging her. "That means a lot to me."
"I do, actually." She pulled back. "You know, two years ago I didn't think they'd ever come around."
"Neither did I."
"But you did it anyway. Chose yourself."
Mom and Dad approached. I pulled back from Kate and took turns hugging them.
"The wedding was beautiful, sweetheart."
"Thanks, Mom."
"You look radiant," she added softly.
"Thank you."
"Congratulations again, honey."
"Thanks, Dad."
He cleared his throat. "Elijah's a good man. I'm glad you found him."
"Me too."
"And I'm proud of you, Kennedy. Not just for today, but for what you've accomplished."
My eyes stung. "That means a lot coming from you."
Dad was always the proudest. Even when I won cases where attorneys from his firm were on the opposing side.
It no longer mattered to him that I wasn't a part of his team.
He just wanted to see me win. And that was exactly what I'd been doing over the past two years.
I'd made a name for myself, and people didn't just see me as Baker's kid. They saw me as Kennedy Baker.
"I'm sorry to leave you guys, but Elijah and I have to go catch our flight," I said.
"Of course," Mom said.
"Where are you headed?" Kate asked.
"France."
"Romantic," she said with a knowing smile.
"We'll see you in two weeks."
I hugged all of them again. Elijah came and did the same before we both left the reception and went to get ready for our trip.
The trip to France was long and exhausting, but once we arrived, I knew it would be all worth it.
Elijah held my hand as soon as we came out of the cab and walked toward the hotel lobby.
He glanced at me with a smile.
"You're excited."
"Of course I am," he said. "I'm in the most romantic city with the love of my life. It can't get any better than that."
My cheeks warmed at his statement.
"Actually, it can," he added with a grin.
"Oh really?"
"You'll see."
"I can't wait to sink between your thighs," he whispered once we were in the elevator, on our way up to our room.
"I'm already so wet for you," I confessed, and Elijah's hands trailed from the small of my back to my ass.
He lifted my dress and slid his fingers between my legs. My heart raced, a gasp escaping my lips when his fingers grazed my wetness.
"You are," he said, his blue eyes darkening with lust.
"My husband," I breathed. "I get to call you that now."
"Say it again."
"My husband."
The elevator pinged, and we stepped out onto our floor. Our room was far, and like lovestruck teens, we stumbled to our door. Elijah had my lips locked in a kiss as he swiped the key across our door. I stumbled into the room laughing, while he closed the door behind us.
"Well, if it isn't the bride and groom," a masculine voice said, and I almost jumped out of my skin.
I spun on my heels when I saw Jasper sitting there, a smug smile on his face.
My mouth fell open, my eyes wide. "Jasper!" I exclaimed, bolting toward him. He caught me in his arms and laughed, twirling me around.
"I'm happy to see you too," he said, placing me on my feet, his cheeks red.
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you think? I wasn't going to miss your wedding."
"But you weren't at the ceremony—"
"Couldn't get away in time. But I'm here for the important part."
I glanced at Elijah, who had a smile on his face. "You knew he'd be here," I stated.
He shrugged casually. "I thought I'd surprise you. I knew you missed him."
"Best surprise ever," I said.
I did miss Jasper. A year ago, he got an opportunity to take his career further, and that decision meant he'd have to move to a different country. France. We all knew it was an opportunity of a lifetime, and he'd be foolish to pass it up. So he moved, now living in France.
Elijah and I knew that once we got married, France would be our first stop so we could finally see each other again. No amount of calls could compare to seeing him face-to-face again.
"I missed you so much," I said, hugging him.
"You have no idea how I missed you guys," he said. "You look beautiful as always, Kennedy."
I blushed. "Thank you."
"Marriage suits you."
"It does, doesn't it?"
"Elijah here is a lucky bastard, but I'm happy for you guys."
"We tried, didn't we?" I said softly.
"We did," Jasper agreed. "All three of us."
"And it was good while it lasted."
"It was," Elijah added.
I smiled. We'd tried at a relationship, all three of us, but Jasper didn't have it in him to commit after all.
Not when his trips out of town would introduce him to a fleet of women who would easily fall at his feet.
I wasn't hurt. I knew he was a free spirit.
We still continued to be friends, engaging in threesomes regardless. Nothing changed until he moved.
"How long are you guys gonna be here?" he asked.
"Two weeks," I said.
"Perfect. I cleared my schedule."
"You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to."
He smiled. "I hope that I can still get to touch you even though you're married," he said.
"You're the only man I'm willing to share her with," Elijah stated, and I smiled, feeling the warmth between my thighs.
"Good," Jasper said. "Because I've been thinking about this for a year."
"Only thinking?" I teased.
"Dreaming, actually."
I had to admit, seeing Jasper again only brought back the memories of how adventurous we'd been in bed. I couldn't help but yearn for his touch again.
Deciding to make the first move, I walked toward him and pressed my lips to his. Desire shot through me as soon as my body grazed his, and the familiarity of his touch alerted every inch of my body.
He deepened the kiss, and I sensed he was as eager as I was. My core ached with need as he hastily unbuckled his pants and peeled away his shirt.
As we stumbled toward the bed, I glanced at Elijah, who was already naked, and kissed him too. He kissed me fiercely, tugging at my lips, his tongue commanding as it tugged on my own.
I reached for his erection and stroked it in my hands. He reached for my dress, and our kiss broke when he pulled it over my head.
I fell to the bed with my legs wide open, wondering which one would take me first. They both hovered over me, both throbbing, their eyes fixed between my legs.
Both of them, looking at me like I was all they wanted.
"Groom first," Jasper said as he stroked his erection in his palm, watching as Elijah pulled off my panties and tossed them to the side.
"Gentleman," Elijah said with a grin.
"Just this once."
He climbed on top of the bed, between my legs, and kissed me again before he lowered himself into me.
I moaned against his lips, sliding my hands around his ass and pressing him into me until he was buried at the hilt.
He stretched every inch of my core, his hard length skillfully massaging my walls as he gently thrust back and forth, already pressing on my pleasure spots.
"My wife," he murmured against my lips.
His hands groped my breasts as he moved inside of me.
I tore my lips away from his, closing my eyes as the sensations became more intense.
Elijah's pace increased, pumping faster, and I whimpered as I felt my juices trickling down my ass.
I sank the tip of my fingers into the muscles of Elijah's back, realizing I was having sex with him as my husband for the first time.
When my eyes opened again, I caught a glimpse of Jasper over his shoulder, pumping himself in his fists, his jaw clenched tight.
"God, you two are beautiful together," Jasper said.
"Oh, Elijah, yes!" I panted when he slammed into me. He grunted, and I squealed when he sat up and rolled over on his back.
I was on top now and desperately reached for his slick erection, impaling myself with it and sighing heavily when he filled me once again.
I began to ride him, rolling my hips back and forth, completely filled and stretched by his girth.
"Oh, you make me feel so good," I said, tossing my head back and rolling my hips faster, my clit grazing against his groin.
"That's it, baby girl," Elijah encouraged.
"Baby!" I exclaimed when he cupped both my breasts in his hands and squeezed them tightly.
I stiffened, my scream loud as my core convulsed around Elijah. I came hard, my body quivering around him.
"Just as beautiful as I remember," Jasper said, climbing behind me.
I leaned into Elijah and kissed him softly while Jasper spread my ass apart and mumbled something under his breath.
"Fuck, you broke into her ass too," he chuckled.
I smiled against Elijah's lips, remembering a time when I was too afraid to try anal. Now, being fucked in my ass was one of my favorite things to do.
"I couldn't resist," Elijah said.
"Can't blame you," Jasper agreed.
My heart fluttered erratically when I realized what was about to happen. Though no hole was off-limits, I'd never been double penetrated before. This would be new to me, and my stomach fluttered with excitement.
"You ready for this, beautiful?" Jasper asked.
"I've been ready for a year."
"We're gonna stuff you with our cocks, and you're gonna enjoy every second," Jasper said, using his thumb to massage the rim of my ass.
I moaned when his saliva fell to my ass. Jasper used his tip to spread it all over before he pressed against my hole.
"You're gonna be alright, baby girl," Elijah said, brushing his lips across mine. "I'm right here."
"I know," I whispered.
"Just breathe," Jasper added softly.
His reassurance only made me more aroused and ready to take both of them.
When Jasper eased his way into me, my lips flew open, and I ached to be touched. Jasper was so thick I felt stretched to the max.
"God, I miss being inside you," Jasper said as he slowly eased his way in, grunting as inch by inch of his length disappeared into me.
By the time he got to the hilt, I was already breathless. He paused, and I felt Elijah shift beneath me, pressing deeper.
"Ready?" Elijah asked.
I nodded, unable to speak.
My body quivered as soon as his cock grazed me, and when he pushed it in, I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
My breath hitched. Words I wanted to say paused on my lips. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't move. All I could do was revel in the feeling of being filled by two men which ignited so much pleasure throughout my body.
"Are you okay, baby?" Elijah asked.
I swallowed, nodding. My body was hot, the air around me thick, spasms of pleasure darting through my entire body.
"You're doing so good," Jasper murmured.
Jasper massaged my hips to comfort me, spreading my ass cheeks apart as if to give me more room.
"Tell us if it's too much," Elijah said.
"It's good," I managed.
When he pulled back and thrust into me again, tears pricked my eyes.
Not because it hurt, but because I was being overwhelmed by pleasure.
Elijah held me tightly and gently raised his hips, pushing his length further.
I whimpered, my core tightening. I was so full.
It didn't even seem like the thin strip of flesh existed between my ass and pussy.
It was like they had merged into one, and I had a giant cock inside me.
They began to move in tandem, one after the other, and I whimpered softly while Jasper and Elijah's moans and grunts filled the room. They gradually went faster but not too fast.
I gasped when Jasper slipped out but screamed when he quickly entered me again, picking up the pace where he left off.
My core tightened, and I was a quivering mess when my orgasm crashed into me.
"That's it," Elijah urged. "Let go, baby girl."
"Sweet Christ!" Jasper exclaimed as he continued to pump me. Elijah came with a grunt, bucking deep, and Jasper came a second later.
I continued to orgasm until I felt a rush of warm liquid spurt from me. It took me a second to realize I was squirting, completely drenching Elijah, who clung onto me.
"Holy fuck," Jasper said, awed.
"I love you so much," Elijah said, cupping my face.
"I love you too," I managed, resting my head against him. "This is incredible."
"Agreed," Jasper said, collapsing beside us.
We lay there tangled together.