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But this? Well, I liked this too.
“You keep fuckin’ us with those pretty green eyes of yours, Princess,” Bishop said, his voice both teasing and heated, “and we won’t be responsible for any damage to your dress when we tear it off your body.”
My nipples hardened at his words, and my core throbbed. God, that sounded fucking amazing. Well, minus the “destroying my dress” part. I’d need it when I walked down the aisle in an hour, and I wasn’t letting anything stop me from marrying Misael today.
Besides, now that the men were here, I could do something I’d been wanting to do for the past few days. I just hadn’t found a good time for it yet, but now seemed like the perfect opportunity.
“Hang on.”
I held up a finger, then crossed to the vanity and opened the little box I had left on it, making sure to shield my actions from the men with my body. My stomach clenched with nerves as I closed my fist around the two silver bands that I’d taken from the box. I hoped Kace and Bishop would like them, and that they’d understand everything the rings represented.
The three men were watching me with curious looks when I returned to stand before them, and I glanced from Bishop to Kace, taking in their handsome features—so different from each other, but each so beautiful in their own way.
“I wanted to make sure you know that today, even though I’m marrying Misael, the bond that’s being sanctified is between all four of us. I will never love one of you more than the others. I will always need all three of you.” I opened my fist, revealing the two rings. “So I got you these. And my wedding band will be made of three rings too. So we’ll know, and the whole world will know, that we belong to each other.”
A moment of silence came at the end of my words, and I took a nervou
s breath as it stretched out longer and longer.
Shit. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea—
The thought was forced from my mind as Kace gathered me up in a crushing hug, kissing me so deeply I almost bent over backward. I closed my hand around the rings again quickly to keep from dropping them to the floor, my empty hand clutching at Kace for balance.
When he finally stopped kissing me and brought me upright again, I was panting for breath.
“So… you like them?” I asked.
His light green eyes burned with love. “Fuck, yes.”
A goofy grin spread across my face, and I slipped the rings onto both his and Bishop’s fingers, my hands shaking a little as adrenaline and joy flooded me.
The instant Bishop’s ring was on, he grabbed my face, his fingers threading through my hair as he kissed me with the same sort of hunger Kace just had.
I could feel the other two men close on either side of me, could feel their heat and the hardness of their cocks as they pressed up against me, and the answering fire that lit under my skin made me moan.
“I can’t… mess up… my dress,” I murmured in between hot kisses, saying the words but hardly even meaning them anymore. Fuck it. I’d walk down the aisle in the sweater and jeans I had worn over to the church if I had to.
“The dress doesn’t have to be a part of this,” Bishop growled against my lips. “But you don’t get to do something like you just did and not expect to be thoroughly fucked afterward.”
My body felt like it might burst into flames as his words traveled straight to my clit. Groaning, I nodded, giving in to the impulses raging inside me.
Two sets of hands fumbled with the fasteners at the back of my dress, and as soon as they reached the last one, they let the fabric fall, letting my dress pool around my feet in a billowy cloud. Bishop broke our kiss a second before Kace hefted me over his shoulder in nothing more than my bra, panties, and high heels.
I yelped when his palm cracked hard against my ass, and a flood of wetness dampened my panties a second later. His large hand massaged away the sting, making my thighs clench together, and I could hear the appreciative sounds of the other two men as Kace carried me to the couch. I did my best to stay still, but my hips were already shifting restlessly, my pelvis grinding against his chest as I sought any kind of friction against my clit.
“Greedy,” he rumbled, and I felt the pleased sound all the way through my body. “So fucking greedy.”
A second later, I was deposited on the couch. When I looked up at Kace, I saw him jerk his chin toward Bishop.
“Lock the door,” he said, his voice rough.
My thighs clenched together again, and I slid a hand down my stomach, so turned on already that I was desperate for a little relief.
But Misael caught my hand before I could reach my panties, holding it in a gentle but firm grip as he peeled it away from my body. “Uh uh, Coralee. Save that for us.”
As if to demonstrate his point, he pressed his lips to my mound, letting me feel the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of my underwear. He knelt beside the couch, and as he continued to kiss my panties-covered core, the other two boys joined him. They were all on their knees in a row beside the couch, and it occurred to me that they might almost look like they were praying—except this prayer was too debauched and filthy to belong in any church.
Bishop kissed my lips again as his hands caressed my breasts, massaging away the building ache inside them. Kace’s lips drifted over my legs, making parts of my body I rarely thought about explode with sensation as he nipped and licked my skin. When he reached my knee, he dragged one leg off the couch, spreading my legs wider and giving Misael access to more of me. He took it, clamping his mouth over the soaked fabric of my panties and sucking, flicking his tongue over my clit and making me arch off the couch.
