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“The more, the merrier.” Laney tips her head back against my chest.
I chuckle. “Whatever the queen says, goes.” I lower my lips to her bared neck, give it the softest kiss of my life while I find the rhythm with my hips, grinding up against her backside.
Laney keeps one arm around Nate’s neck, the other finds my hand. Her fingers interlace with mine as she pulls it against her chest.
I know people are looking.
It might not make sense to other people. But I don’t fucking care.
It feels so good to worship my girl with my best friend. It only has to make sense to us. As long as it feels good, as long as no one is hurt, then we’re all good.
And I have a feeling this, the three of us, is a forever kind of thing.
40
LANEY
Six months later…
My feet are raw from dancing. Doing double duty on the dance floor at a wedding is a tough job. I’ve been alternating between Nate and Mason for most of the night, having a blast, but it’s not without consequence.
So, now I’ve snagged a blessed seat to try and avoid future blisters.
I lean back in my seat and watch the room around us.
Edwin and Sonia’s wedding is beautiful. Not just in the décor, since everything was flawless, of course. I don’t even want to think about what kind of investment this day was for them.
No, it was all the love in the room. How all of us came together to watch Edwin and Sonia declare in front of everyone their intentions to be together forever. The strength of their commitment was palpable, and by the end of the ceremony, I’d nearly ruined my makeup.
I want that. Want to stand in front of my friends and family and declare to them that I will love Mason and Nate until the end of time.
Mason saunters over from the dance floor, still waggling his hips from the latest tune, his tie undone, draped over his shoulders. “There you are!”
I grin. “You’re having a good time.”
“Is it obvious?” He flashes me a smile. “Feet hurting?”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Yes.”
Mason sits on the chair “Give me that.” He pulls my foot into his lap and begins to knead the arch.
I groan, sliding down in my chair, not worried about rumpling my olive-green bridesmaid’s gown. “That feelssogood.”
“I love making you feel good.” He gives me a suggestive wink.
I roll my eyes. “Get that look off your face.”
A pair of hands I instantly recognize as Nate’s land on my shoulders.
“You guys left me!” He leans down and kisses the side of my head.
I lean my head back against his rock-hard abs. “I needed a break.”
Nate’s thumbs press circles into my shoulders.
I moan. Can’t help it. “Stop. That feels too good.”
Mason chuckles. “Think we got to get her back to the hotel, Nate.”
