“Hi there,” he whispered.
I bit my lip. “Hey.”
“You survived.”
“Mhmm.” And I felt it. A little sore, but not that bad. And the result? Worth it.
Tyler sat near the dressing table. “I’m not going to show you now, because if I do, we’ll never get to the reception. But I have video, and it might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I smiled. “Later then.”
Jack sat me up and then lifted me to my feet. Our friends and family were waiting, and even though I could go for a nap or rounds two, three, and four, I wanted to see them. I needed some cake, and then I’d be back with a vengeance.
“Where the hell did I put my underwear?”
“Here.” Dylan had them in his hands.
He held them out for me to step into, and I laughed. “You don’t have to do that.”
“No, but I want to.”
Few things in my life had been as erotic as Dylan pulling the silk panties up my legs, fingers brushing my skin as he did so. Liam helped me into my bra, kissing my spine as he hooked it.
Tyler and Jack had my dress ready, and when it was zipped, Dylan knelt with my shoes. He balanced my feet on his thighs one at a time as he slid them on. We all moved in comfortable silence. Being dressed by someone was a whole different kind of intimacy.
The mirror told me my makeup wasn’t actually bad. It would have been way worse had they fucked my mouth. “Let me touch up, and then I’ll be ready.”
They finished dressing. The sight of them in suits still warmed my blood. Especially these suits, made just for them and fitted perfectly.
“There.” I snapped the cap back on my lipstick and stood. “All finished.”
“One more thing before we go,” Liam said. “Just for us, not for the crowd.”
“I think we just did something very much not for the crowd.”
We laughed together, and they stepped closer, surrounding me completely.
“In comparison to what we did on that stage, it’s not much, but we want you to have it. All of us want to see you wear something of ours.”
A sparkle caught my eye. My gaze fell to Jack’s hand. He held a ring. An oval red stone with gold and diamonds like flowers and leaves surrounding it. The deep red color almost matched their vests.
“It’s beautiful.”
Dylan lifted my hand and held it for Jack to slide on the ring. It fit beautifully. Fierce possessive pride struck from every direction. They loved it being on my finger as much as I did.
“I love you,” Tyler said.
It echoed three more times, and my answering smile brought them joy.
“I love you too. Should we party?”
Jack nodded and wove our fingers together. “Let’s party.”
We walked out of the dressing room together, like we always would be.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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