My jaw drops at the sight of a gargantuan diamond crowned with small emeralds and mounted on a gorgeously intricatewhite gold ring. It’s perfect, the stuff of fairy tales. Any girl’s dream come true. And my breath just leaves me as I stare at it for what feels like forever.
“You’re it for us,” Alex says. “Our woman. Our best friend. Our partner in crime. Our head chef.”
“Our guilty pleasure. Our sinful delight,” Max says.
Vincent takes the ring out. “And should you say yes, our wife, too.”
“Oh wow.”
“I love you,” Alex replies, and I can see him trembling with emotion, his voice strangled by it. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before in my life. And the fact that you’re going to be the mother of our children… Raina… this is the only thing that makes sense to me.”
“To us,” Vincent adds. “I love you.”
“I adore you. We all want you. Every inch of you, Raina. We want it. We want everything,” Max says.
I smile a soft, weak smile. “You sound so romantic right now, Max. It’s unlike you.”
“See what you’ve turned me into?” He laughs, tears filling his eyes. “But it’s the truth. I’m never going to lie about it. You really are the one for us, Raina.”
“We knew. From the moment we heard things went sideways after Jeremy, we knew,” Alex says. “It was our one chance to bring you into our lives, to make you a part of it all. We had to take it.”
“Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful or happy about it,” I admit.
“So what do you say then?” Vincent asks, holding up the ring. “Legally, only one of us can marry you. But in the eyes of God, in the eyes of anyone who matters, the three of us will gladly be your husbands. In sickness and in health. For richer, ‘cause poorer will never be an option.”
That makes me laugh because I know he means it. They’re secure. They’re steady. They’re strong. Devoted, ambitious, resilient. And they love me. All of me. They’ve proven it in so many ways already.
“I’d be an idiot to say no, so heck yes,” I reply, bursting into tears of joy.
Vincent smiles and breathes a sigh of deep relief before he slips the ring on my finger. I take a moment to admire the jewel while Max locks the Cocktail Room’s doors and pulls the blinds on each of the windows.
At the same time, Alex pulls me into a kiss. A hungry, decisive, unforgiving kiss that consumes me like wildfire. I have no choice but to succumb to it, my flesh aching for what I know is about to unfold.
“You’re ours, now,” Vincent growls as he takes me in his arms. His embrace is firm and wildly possessive, his fingers digging into my hips while he ravages my mouth with his. “Ours, forever.”
“I’m yours,” I say, my head falling back as he lets the tip of his tongue slide down my neck, as Alex moves behind me and runs his fingers through my hair.
When Max joins us, everything comes loose. Our clothes. Our breaths. Every building block of the universe falls apart as I give myself to my men, my future husbands.
“I love you all so much,” I say between wild kisses, my hands running up and down their hard, chiseled bodies.
I revel at every rope of muscle. I tingle with excitement at every touch. Their hands and lips claim me, showering me with hungry love and boundless passion, and I lose touch with reality altogether.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees,” Max commands me.
Eagerly, I obey. My knees sink into the soft, decorative carpet as they stand before me, buck naked and hard as rocks, their cocks begging for my affection. I stroke each of them, fondling their balls, feeling their weight in my hands before I wrap my lips around each tip, before I taste the salty precum on my tongue.
After a few moments, Alex threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me back up.
“This is never going to change,” he warns me as they guide me to one of the lounge sofas in a dimly lit corner, close enough to the bar for me to see our reflection in its mirrors. “You’re always going to be a good girl, right, Raina?”
“What if I want to be a bad girl?” I ask with some sass in my voice.
He smacks my ass, and the delicious sting travels through my body, yanking a whimper from the back of my throat. “There will be a price to pay.”
“Then I will pay it,” I tell him.
Max pinches my nipples until I cry out. He then kisses and licks and suckles them with expert precision, and I climb on top of him on the sofa. Boldly, I slide onto his cock. He stretches and fills me precisely the way I like it.
