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It had taken me a few months to get all the answers, but she had been lying to us all for years. She had never been sick. She had what the doctors called Factitious Disorder. It was a psychological disorder that caused people to make themselves sick for attention. Her hair really had fallen out, and she did wake up covered in vomit, but only because she had been taking a combination of herbs, teas, and medications to cause it. She had essentially been poisoning herself for attention.
I never imagined my life would be wasted like that. I spent years pouring effort into someone I wasn’t sure ever poured a single care into me. The person who was supposed to raise, protect, and nurture me, wound up being the reason I found trusting people so hard. When I packed up my truck that night, I packed up my hopes, dreams, aspirations, and future. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I didn’t know if I was ever going to be whole again. Then I met Reagan Grace and she gave me a bit of light to hold onto as I navigated the darkness.
“Are you ready?” Travis asked, bringing me back to the present.
I smiled at him. “I am.”
He opened the door, and I followed him to the altar. Travis nodded to the DJ, who began to play the music for the procession.
I smiled at the sight of patrons of The Thirsty Turtle walking down the aisle paired with various Littles. The black suits went really well with the red bridesmaid dresses, and I was proud of Reagan. She had done a phenomenal job choosing the color scheme for our wedding. Our, Wedding. I didn’t think I would ever tire of saying that.
Today was three hundred-and-sixty-five days exactly from the date we had become an official throuple. The last year had been challenging as we navigated our new dynamic, but it had also been wonderful. I finally felt like every piece of me was together and I had the family I had always dreamed of.
The music changed. Our friends and Nana Barker stood. I couldn’t help the tears that rolled down my face as Emily and Dallas walked beside our girl as she made her way to the wedding arch.
“You never realize how emotional weddings are until your own.” Travis sniffed, making me offer my own watery chuckle. Travis and Reagan were already married by law, but Reagan had the sweetest wish—for us to have an official ceremony including me in their original vows.
Travis and I had gone to work fulfilling her wish almost immediately, though Travis had put in more work than I had. A few weeks after we became a throuple, he had purchased a new location for the bar. He said our new relationship helped him realize that new things could be beautiful too. He didn’t want to sell the old bar building since it had so much sentimental value to him, but he realized it could be a beautiful place for new chapters to start. He worked with a company that specialized in renovations to convert the bar into a wedding venue. Ours was the first wedding to christen the space and we already had several dates filled on the calendar. There was something people loved about the small town charm of The Bridal Bar.
Emily and Dallas brought our girl down the aisle and into our arms. She made the most beautiful picture in her ivory, mermaid-cut wedding gown. I’m not sure that anyone else noticed, but I didn’t miss the “magical unicorn” straw sticking out of her bouquet.
***
Travis
I rested my chin on the top of Reagan’s head as Maddox and I rocked her back and forth on the dance floor. Our ceremony had been beautiful, and now we were celebrating at our reception. Reagan was still wearing her wedding dress. She looked so damn sexy. We were so lucky. She trembled in our arms, and I smiled knowing the vibrator we’d placed in her white, lacy panties was still pulsing.
“What’s wrong, baby love?” I taunted.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, baby?” Maddox asked, joining in.
“Please let me come.”
“Oh, is your little pussy needy?” Maddox asked as he ran his hand from her waist up to her neck. He gave it a gentle squeeze just as I nipped the back of her neck. “I bet you’re dripping, huh, darlin’?”
“So wet,” she answered with a shiver. “Please can I come?”
“Oh, no love, we’re just getting started. We want you nice and ready for us and the surprise we have for you,” I said as I took a quick second to grind my cock against her ass.
She groaned and buried her head against Maddox’s chest. “I’m gonna die at my own reception– how sad.”
***
“Are her eyes still closed?” Maddox asked me as he walked behind Reagan. We had left The Bridal Bar and were at the new club. My heart was beating so fast in my chest, and I was sweating an embarrassing amount. We had been working on this for months. I wanted her to love it.
“They’re closed,” she promised.
We eased her down the hall and stopped in front of a hot pink door. It stood out terribly compared to the other doors that were painted a simple glossy black.
Maddox looked at me and I nodded in permission. He reached up to take off the blindfold before stepping back.
Reagan gasped as she took in the pink door with shiny silver hardware. “That’s my name!”
We both chuckled at her excitement.
“It’s my room?” she asked as she bounced on her toes.
