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The handsome man nods, his blue eyes fierce.

“Absolutely, honey. I admit that I spoke impulsively for a moment there, but every word I said is true. But do you love me, Piper? Is this what you want? To pursue a relationship with me in the truest sense of the word? I know I’ve pushed you and things have happened fast, but I’ve never been happier in my life before, little girl. I adore you, and hope you’ll say yes.”

With that, I lean forward to press a kiss to that mobile mouth, unable to believe that this is really my life.

“Yes, I love you, Stan,” I whisper after pulling away for a moment, tears glimmering in my eyes. “You’ve made me so happy.”

Then, the handsome alpha male pulls me back into his arms again for another devastating kiss because maybe we came to Camp Cheer with no expectations. Stan and I were just a guardian and his ward, here for two weeks in the forest before school started. But now, my dreams have come true because the gorgeous attorney has declared his adoration for me … and even better, I love him just as much in return.

EPILOGUE

Piper

Six months later.

“Girl, that was an amazing ceremony,” Romy giggles while spinning around in the hotel suite. “Unzip me?”

I laugh while undoing the zip of her beautiful mermaid-style wedding gown. It had to be adjusted quite a few times because of course, Romy’s belly is huge now. She and George are expecting a baby in a few months, and I’m so excited to be the child’s godmother.

Not only that, but it was a double wedding that we celebrated just now. After the hullaballoo at Camp Cheer, both Romy and I decided not to return to Fairlawn High School for our senior years. I’m not saying that I don’t appreciate school, or cheer, or my teachers and classes, but I wasn’t exactly excited to go back. Instead, Romy and I signed up for independent study, and we’ll be receiving our GEDs in a matter of months (hopefully).

But George, Romy, me and Stan have only gotten closer in the months since we were outed at Camp Cheer. We’ve spent lots of time together, weathering the judgment of our New Jersey community, and it was rough at first. Obviously, we were social pariahs, and not only that, but Stan lost some of his clients, and business at George’s Acura dealership dipped for a bit. But now, six months down the line, things seem to have stabilized and when Romy brought up the idea of a double wedding, I jumped at it. After all, my relationship with Stan has deepened and strengthened as a result of our trials and tribulations, and nothing would make me happier than being married to the handsome man.

But now the ceremony is done and we’re in the honeymoon suite, waiting for our husbands. My wedding ring glimmers brightly on my finger, and I smile tearily at the platinum band. Life as Mrs. Stan Conway is going to be amazing, and I can’t wait for it to begin. But right. Our husbands will be showing their faces at any moment, and I need to be ready.

After helping Romy out of her dress, I spin around and my friend unbuttons me out of my white gown as well.

“You were so beautiful during the ceremony, Piper,” she coos. “Really sexy in this lingerie-inspired gown.”

“You’re the one who picked it out!” I say with a giggle while stepping carefully out of the material so that it doesn’t snag on my stiletto heels. “I swear, Romes, the saleslady was so surprised at our dress choices. I mean, do people really dress this slutty for their weddings?”

After all, the gowns Romy and I wore at City Hall were lingerie-inspired, and while mine was more of a slip dress, Romy’s gown was almost completely sheer, revealing her bulging belly, not to mention her huge breasts and the shadow between her thighs. But who’s going to call foul on an obviously pregnant woman? As a result, Romy and I got married to our beloved husbands in scandalous outfits, and it was fun.

But now, the heat’s really getting turned on because it’s time for our wedding night. Most people would rent two honeymoon suites instead of one, but we’ve grown close to Romy and George in the last six months, so it wasn’t necessary. We’re more than close, actually. We realized that we like to “soft swing” a bit, meaning that we like to be in the same room while having sex with our men. It’s hot and naughty, and while I never touch George, and Romy never touches Stan, it’s still titillating to see my friend get pummeled by a huge cock in every hole, even when she’s expecting. It adds a lot of spice to our sex life, and it’s even nastier now that Romy’s pregnant and craves anal all the time.

But right. Our husbands will be here any moment, and my buddy and I need to get ready. Hurriedly, we pat our hair and make sure our lingerie is on straight. Romy and I are both wearing tiny bits of white lace that barely cover anything. In fact, as I watch, Romy unbuckles her bra, letting her big breasts spring free. Of course, her nipples are already hard and she rubs one of the pink nubs, giggling.

“Bras are just too uncomfortable,” she whines. “Now that I’m pregnant, I’m a Double F and it seems they always pinch at my skin.”

I nod.

“Yes, that makes sense.” But I’m not going to let me friend outdo me, so carefully, I step out of my panties so that my snatch is bare and gleaming, ready for my man.

“OMG, are you really going to wait for Stan like that?” Romy gasps as I lean back on the bed, spreading my legs before slipping one hand down to pull my pussy lips open. My secret space is gleaming, wet, and a delicious hot pink color, ready to be fucked.

“Oh yeah,” I purr. “Stan loves when I wait for him in this position,” I wink. “It turns him on.”

But before Romy can say anything, the door opens and George and Stan step into the wedding suite. They’re huge male animals, their dark heads almost brushing the ceiling and those grey suits emphasizing the breadth of their shoulders. I shiver with need, beckoning to Stan while holding my pussy lips even wider for his perusal.

My man growls, already prowling towards me, but his movement reveals a small woman standing behind him. She’s curvy and ripe with dark brown hair pinned back, and dressed in a maid’s outfit too.

“Who’s that?” Romy asks curiously, even as George pulls her into his embrace. “This is our wedding night, so why is there a random girl here?”

“We know how much you love being watched, and we just met Danielle downstairs,” George growls before suckling one of my friend’s huge tits. Then he pops off and stares at the new girl. “Take it off, Danielle,” he rasps. “You said you like to watch, didn’t you?”

Obediently, the maid does as told and it’s only then do I notice that there’s slick on her thighs, and that her pupils are dilated with lust.

“Danielle?” I coo while pulling Stan towards me. “You need to understand a couple things: these are our men, so you won’t be touching them, much less these huge cocks they wield,” I giggle, tugging playfully on Stan’s shaft as he groans. “But you can watch,” I concede. “And maybe if you’re good, we’ll introduce you to one of our friends later on.”

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