“Looks exactly like the picture on the hotel website,” Galen says, walking into the room, followed by Theo and Saint.
“You knew about this?” I cast a glance over my shoulder.
“Yep.” Saint flops down on one side of the mammoth four-poster bed.
“I couldn’t believe I found a hotel with a bed large enough for all of us,” Theo admits, coming up behind me and circling his arms around my waist.
“It was actually booked out for tonight,” Galen explains, lying down with his hands tucked behind his head. “But our resident brainiac negotiated a deal with the couple who had reserved the place, getting them to relinquish it for tonight so it’s all ours.”
“Your smarts turn me on so much,” I say, twisting my head around to kiss Theo. I rest my forehead against his. “Thank you.” Emotion flows through my body, lighting me up from the inside out. “Thank you all. Today is already more than I expected.”
“Nothing but the best for our girl.” Caz stands in front of me, brushing a few stray strands of hair off my face. He leans down, kissing me, and heat rolls off Theo in waves from behind me.
“We have two hours before the city hall ceremony,” Saint says, sitting up. “We’ll get ready in the other bedroom so you have the master to yourself.” Theo and Caz kiss me on both cheeks, smiling as they back out of the room.
Galen climbs off the bed, reeling me into his arms. “You okay?”
“Never better,” I truthfully admit, suctioning my lips to his. I close my eyes, reveling in the taste of his fresh minty breath and the lingering hint of strawberry on his lips.
“Can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe after breaking our kiss. “Can’t wait for our wedding night.”
I groan, planting my hands on his hard chest. “Don’t tease the bride unless you want her to be a horny mess walking down the aisle.”
A panty-melting grin graces his mouth. “That’s just how I like my woman.” He pecks my lips tenderly. “Enjoy your last few moments of singledom.” With one final kiss, he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with Saint.
Saint takes his time getting off the bed, sauntering toward me casually, pinning me with that intense all-seeing gaze of his that always makes me feel like I’m stripped bare. His fingers sweep lightly across my face, and he tilts my chin up. “So fucking beautiful,” he rasps, before claiming my lips in a slow, deep kiss that makes my toes curl. He grips the nape of my neck, forcing my eyes to his. “Any last-minute cold feet?”
“My feet are toasty warm.” I grip his hips. “I want this, Saint. This is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.”
His shoulders relax, and I see the fear and panic he’s working so hard to contain.
“Saint,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you, and I’m going nowhere.” My fingers trek up his sinful chest. “You’re stuck with me now,” I tease.
“That is music to my ears, princess.” His teeth graze along the column of my neck as he palms my ass. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”
“Be gone with you then.” I playfully shove him away. “I need to make myself presentable.”
I take a nice, long soak in the pre-prepared tub with rose petals resting along the surface of the water, sipping from the glass of champagne left out for me, thanking my lucky stars for whoever or whatever led me to my Saints.
Although it’s only been three months since they reappeared on the scene, it’s as if I’ve known them longer. As if we’ve always been together. It’s hard to imagine my life before they bulldozed their way into my heart, making it their home.
After I’m nicely relaxed, I dry off and sit in the nude at the dressing table, carefully applying my makeup. I leave my hair to dry naturally, applying a little bit of serum to tame any stray frizzy strands so it falls in soft cascading waves down my back. Then I get dressed, humming Paramore under my breath as I slip my feet into the stilettos, standing back to admire my appearance in the mirror. I have a little giggle to myself as I fix the diamante crown on my head and wrap the “boy toy” belt I found on eBay around my waist, imagining the guys’ reactions.
“Babe.” Caz knocks on the door, but he doesn’t open it. “It’s nearly time to leave. You almost ready?”
“I’m ready.” Blood rushes to my head, and butterflies swoop into my belly. I knot my hands in an uncharacteristic surge of anxiety. Tugging at the layers of tulle on my skirt, I pull the tight crop top down, smoothing out any last-minute wrinkles. My tongue is almost glued to the roof of my dry mouth, as anxiety continues twisting knots in my stomach, and that fluttering feeling in my chest accelerates until I fear I’m about to have a coronary.
Get your shit together, Harlow.
I give myself a silent pep talk, breathing deeply until the panic has subsided and I’m more in control.
Drawing a brave breath, I march toward the door and swing it open, stepping confidently into the main room as my composure returns.
Four pairs of heated eyes dart to mine, and time stands still. I stop breathing, sucking in a gasp as I drink in the sight of my gorgeous guys.
Caz is wearing a white button-down shirt with dark jeans, both items hugging his muscular body in all the right places. His eyebrow piercing and lip ring are in, and his dark hair is styled back from his face. His warm brown eyes glint with heat as his gaze rakes over me, and he smiles in appreciation.
Theo is wearing gray skinny jeans, a rocker T-shirt, and a fitted black jacket with a patterned trim. Bunches of bangles and leather ties adorn his wrists. His hair is freshly washed, hanging loose around his face, and my fingers twitch with a craving to touch the silky strands. Theo gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he drinks his fill of me. He blows me a kiss, mouthing I love you, and my heart speeds up.
