“I’m still not completely okay with this,” he says. “But I’m getting there. And Rachel, I’ve never seen you this happy. So, if this is what you want, if this is your family, then it’s my family too.”
“Even the part where your best friends are marrying your sister?” Marco asks dryly.
“Someone has to make sure you three don’t screw it up.” Jake grins. “And I take my job as overprotective brother very seriously.”
Dorothy clears her throat. “If I may say something?”
We all turn to her.
She looks at each of us in turn, her weathered face soft in the fading light. “I’ve lived a long time and seen a lot of things. I’ve learned that family isn’t about blood or tradition or what other people think is proper. Family is about showing up. About loving fiercely and honestly. About choosing each other every single day.”
She reaches out, and I take her hand. Tommy takes the other one.
“You’ve all chosen each other. Built something beautiful from ashes and fear and three fires that almost destroyed everything.”She smiles. “If that’s not a love story worth celebrating, I don’t know what is.”
The sun sinks below the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with purple and deep blue. Stars begin appearing, one by one, like promises being made.
Cole wraps an arm around my waist. Theo hoists Tommy onto his shoulders. Marco stands close enough that I can feel his warmth. Jake and Dorothy watch us with matching expressions of affection and amusement.
This isn’t the life I imagined when I loaded Tommy into that U-Haul about a year ago. It’s not the story I thought I was writing when I came back to Millbrook Falls broken and desperate for a fresh start.
It’s better.
I’m standing by a lake with three rings on my finger, a son who’s laughing on Theo’s shoulders, and a family that chose me as fiercely as I chose them.
***
I’m alone with my husbands tonight, thanks to Jake, who went home with Tommy.
Cole carries me over the threshold of our bedroom like I weigh nothing. My wedding dress is already rumpled from the ridehere. Moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, silver on black silk sheets.
They set me in the center of the bed. I’m trembling, not from nerves but from the weight of it all.
“You’re ours tonight, wife,” Cole growls, voice rough with possession.
I nod, breath hitching. “All yours.”
They don’t rush. Cole kneels between my legs, fingers working the tiny buttons down the front of my dress one by one. Theo peels the sleeves off my shoulders, mouth following the fabric. Marco hooks his fingers in my lace panties and drags them down with his teeth, eyes locked on mine the whole time—the silk pools on the floor. I’m naked. They’re still fully clothed. The power shift makes my pussy clench.
Cole spreads my thighs wide. “Look at our wife,” he says to the others. “Already dripping for her husbands.”
I whimper, hips lifting. “Yes… please—”
He doesn’t make me wait. One brutal thrust and he’s buried in my pussy, stretching me open. I cry out, back arching off the bed. Theo and Marco stand at the foot, cocks out, and stroking. Their eyes burn into me.
“Fuck, Cole,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder.”
He gives it to me, hips snapping, spanking my clit with every thrust. The wet sound of him fucking me fills the room. Theo groans, fist tightening around his cock. Marco’s jaw clenches, stroking faster.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” I moan, head thrown back. “Don’t stop.”
Cole pulls out slowly, making me whine at the loss, then flips me to all fours. Theo takes his place behind me, mounting me prone bone. One hand fists my hair, the other spanks my ass hard enough to sting. I scream into the mattress, pussy clenching around him.
“Take your second husband like a good wife,” Theo rasps.
I push back against him, meeting every thrust. “More,” I beg. “Spank me again.”
He does, three sharp slaps that make me see stars. Cole kneels in front of me, feeding me his cock, still slick from my pussy. I suck him deep, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. Marco watches, stroking, eyes dark.
