“You’re staying.”
The words rolled from my lips at the same time Damon said them. It happened in stereo, making us all laugh.
“But it’s your wedding night,” Finnegan objected.
“Technically we spent that night on the plane,” I said with a shrug. “Or maybe it is tonight. Or even the night before.”
Saxon shot us an under-the-radar glance that Damon and I slyly returned. But we were in front of Finn now. Nothing really went under the radar.
“There should be a bottle of champagne in the fridge,” said Finnegan. “Saxon and I made sure to—”
“We drank it already,” Saxon said sadly. He shrugged guiltily. “Sorry man. We had no idea you were coming.”
Finnegan laughed it off, as he did most things. “Beers it is then.”
Our friend stepped inside, turning in the same slow circles we all did upon first discovering the villa. For the next few minutes we gave him the tour, showing him everything. Though he’d seen numerous photos of the place when he and Saxon set it up, he still exhibited the same level of wonder and astonishment. Plus the villa looked different at night. In the day it was grand and gorgeous, but now it was more serene and peaceful.
“This place is unbelievable,” Finnegan swore.
“I know!” I squealed, throwing an arm around him. “And we have you and Saxon to thank!”
I would’ve kissed him on the cheek, if I could even come close to reaching him. Instead I only gave him a squeeze.
“You’re getting me wet,” Finn laughed, nodding toward my bathing suit.
“Yeah, there’s a lot of that going around,” my husband joked.
Saxon was mid-sip. He almost spit out his beer.
“We were about to… change into something else,” I said, catching myself quickly. “Why don’t you make yourself at home while the three of us get dry?”
The smile on our faces seemed permanent as Damon and I ran to the bedroom to get changed. Finnegan! We couldn’t believe it. Then again, we actually could. This was exactly like something that Finn would do, right down to getting dropped off at a remote villa mid-evening, without any way of getting himself home.
“You cool with him staying?” Damon asked me, slipping a dry shirt over his head. As he pulled it down over his chest, I was sorry to see that body go.
“Of course!”
“I mean, it puts a slight kink in our plans…” he trailed off. “For, well…”
“I know,” I acknowledged, slipping into my husband’s arms again. “But hey — it’s Finn!”
Damon laughed and kissed me. “Sure as hell is.”
“Besides,” I said coyly. “Judging by some of the looks from Saxon? I’m fairly sure you guys will make it up to me.”
My husband raised a handsome eyebrow. “We will, huh?”
I spun from his arms, heading out toward where voices were already floating from the kitchen.
“You’d better,” I winked.
Fourteen
ADDISON
I woke with a hand sliding over my ass. A pair of warm lips, nuzzling my neck.
Mmmmm…
I was tucked beneath the covers, warm and snug. Naked except for the pair of white bridal panties; the ones I’d walked down the aisle with. The ones Damon had pulled me aside and told me to put back on — and nothing else — before retiring to bed alone.
“Baby?”
A pair of masculine lips closed over mine. Even sleep-drunk I knew my husband’s kiss, my hands traveling the familiar curve of his stubbled jaw.
Then I felt a second pair of hands. A second warm body gliding against my nakedness, burrowing beneath the covers to slide against mine.
“Mmmmm…” I purred, reaching for Saxon. The fingertips of my other hand found his stomach, tracing his rippled abs. They moved lower, to find him naked. To settle over his rapidly-hardening cock, all warm and thick and heavy in my hand.
“We thought he’d never go to bed,” Damon snickered.
We. That word again. It left me breathless.
“Where did he—”
“Finn’s crashed on the futon-looking thing in the big room,” Saxon whispered from my other side. “Apparently it pulls out.”
“Oh.”
“Unlike us,” Damon chuckled.
A hot mouth closed over my breast. I turned, twisting my warm body until I was on my back. A second mouth settled over the other side, leaving me in heaven.
This is unreal.
We’d stayed up late with Finn, talking about everything and anything. The boys laughing and arguing and rolling their eyes at his all-new collection of stories. Too tired to continue, I’d eventually turned in — but not before receiving a husbandly promise to be woken up.
And I’d secretly hoped it would be exactly like this.
My sighs split the silence of the silk-adorned bedroom, my fingers sifting through two lush sets of thick, dark hair. The guys were going to town on my breasts. They did slow circles around my areolae with their hot wet tongues, stopping now and then to bite or nibble at my stiffening nubs.
I’m so lucky…
The word definitely fit. Cora had been right.
So fucking lucky…
Two hands slid down my belly, meeting at the junction between my thighs. I felt gentle fingers pull my bridal panties to one side. Another pair plunged inside me, slipping past the already-drenched material and eliciting a sharp, staccato gasp.
“All night we waited for this…”
My husband slid up and began kissing me fervently, his mouth hungrier than it had ever been. I could feel how ridiculously hard he was. How warm and aroused the whole thing was making us, all three of us, finally in bed together.
“I was waiting too,” I cooed, squirming my ass into the bed. It was incredibly hot, stroking them both. “God, how I wanted this.”
The fingers gliding in and out of my pussy felt incredible, but I still needed more. I needed someone inside me. My husband, between my legs. Where he belonged…
“Me first,” muttered Damon, climbing over me. He kissed me deeply, staring into my eyes as he nudged my thighs apart. The moment was special, sacrosanct. The end of a very long journey between the two of us, but the beginning of an all new one.
“Take me,” I whispered, spreading my legs wide for him. “Make me your wife.”
He could’ve plunged inside without resistance, I was that hot and wet for him. Instead he did it slowly. We peered through and past each other as Damon slid into me, filling my pussy inch by inch. Our eyes reflecting two mutual grins of love and respect, smiling with our hearts until we were whole.
“Ohhh baby…”
He bottomed out, and I grabbed the two muscular globes of his perfectly symmetrical ass. We were married now. Consummated, fully and completely. I wanted to keep him inside me forever. To never let him leave.
“Now fuck me.”
We’d screwed a thousand times, in a hundred places. But never like this. Never as husband and wife. Saxon hung back, watching us as we made love. Smiling and pinning my hair back while Damon dug me deep into the bed, his own hand joining mine as I struggled to keep pace with stroking his now monster erection.