I swallow and squeeze my legs together. “You two really don’t play fair, you know that right?”
“What’s the matter little one, you a little frustrated?” Caleb says.
Fucking hell, these men are insatiable.
“Well sweet girl, are you?” Noah asks.
I shiver from their proximity and the wicked intentions they have for when they eventually get me alone. To be fair, I’m surprised Caleb hasn’t tried to drag us off already, but we’re yet to have our first dance or cut the cake and I know how much he wanted this to be utterly perfect, which it is.
“You know I am, it’s impossible not to be when you have such a filthy way of getting my body to react to you.”
Caleb chuckles, and Noah brushes his knuckle over my cheek.
“And here we thought you were with us for so much more than the pleasure we can give you.”
“You know I love you for more than just your dicks.”
Caleb chokes out a cough in the midst of taking a sip of his drink.
“What, you both started it,” I say as I pat Caleb’s back.
He smiles as he reaches for the back of my neck. “Yes indeed, and we’ll be the ones making sure you finish,” he says with a wink. I think that’s some kind of innuendo, but all these bubbles are starting to go to my head.
I reach for the glass of water, swallow a few well needed gulps, and sigh as I place it back down.
“Good girl, we need you to have all your wits about you for later,” Noah says.
“Time for the toasts and then we’ll cut the cake,” Caleb says, glancing at his watch.
I have to refrain from laughing that he is keeping to a schedule, yet I wouldn’t have him any other way.
He grabs Mason’s attention and jumps up, using his spoon to clink his glass.
I hold my breath, expecting it to break, I mean he’s not small by any means and that champagne flute is delicate.
“Everyone, it’s time for a few toasts, if you can all grab a drink of choice.”
There are echoes and a chorus of noise as everyone grabs a drink and Mason pulls out a folded piece of paper from inside his suit jacket.
“Firstly, thank you to everyone for attending today, if you’re here it’s because you’re considered more than friends, you’re family. As you know, I have the pleasure of not only being the best man to Caleb and Noah but also the big brother to Jessica.”
He raises his glass towards me. “I have to start by saying, Jessica, you are a vision in your wedding dress, and I know ourNan is looking down on you from above and proud as fuck right now, because I know I am.”
I find myself biting the inside of my lip. He’s hardly said anything, and I’m already getting emotional.
I’m not even bothered that he swore, let’s be honest, our wedding day was never going to pass without swearing, regardless of who is here.
“The two grooms sitting either side of my baby sister were there for her when I wasn’t, and together they saved her in every meaning of the word, and for that they will forever have my gratitude. But it goes without saying, if you hurt her, I will kick your arses.”
A chorus of laughter echoes around me. The sound warm and full of love, and rather than dwell on the part about how they saved me, he’s going right in there with the big brother threat.
“I’d like to see you try,” Caleb says, raising an eyebrow.
I slap his thigh, even though I know he’s only joking.
“And I hope I never have to,” Mase says.
Caleb raises his glass towards him. “Touche.”
