Belle pulls me into a tight hug, her baby bump pressing lightly against me. “Perfect is right. Congratulations, Nova.”
Levi and Ezra are there next, clapping the guys on the back and offering their own congratulations.
“This screams for a night out,” Belle announces. “We need to celebrate properly.”
I laugh, glancing pointedly at her bump. “Sorry, I already told you I have classes tomorrow.”
“Classes? You just got married!” she exclaims, throwing her hands up dramatically.
“I know,” I concede with a smile. “But I only came because Koen promised I’d be back in time.”
Levi winks at me. “Don’t worry, girl. Ezra and I are staying for a bit longer. We’ve got party girl here covered.”
Belle raises an eyebrow. “And who’s watching Pebble and the other five hundred pigeons?”
I laugh. “It’s not that many! But our housekeeper is on it. Plus, Good Lookin’ keeps things under control.”
“Housekeeper…” Belle scoffs, shaking her head. “Fucking billionaires.”
Koen glances at his twin. “How long are you staying?”
“Don’t know yet.” Levi shrugs casually. “We’ll call the jet when we’re ready to head back.”
“Right.” I huff a laugh. “Fucking billionaires indeed. That’s so not environmentally friendly.”
Belle snorts, nudging me playfully. “Says the one who jetted out here to marry said billionaires.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say as I pull her into another hug. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Same,” she whispers, then turns to look at Koen. “I hope your billionaire husband flies you out here when little one arrives?”
“Of course, Annabelle.” Koen gives her a smile. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
With more hugs and a few tears, we say our goodbyes, and as we pile into the car, I glance out the window, watching the familiar neon lights of Vegas flicker to life as if celebrating with us.
By the time we reach the airport and step back onto the private jet, exhaustion starts to seep in. I let myself collapse into one of the plush seats, mywedding dressriding up slightly as I lean back and the guys settle around me.
The captain’s voice crackles over the intercom. “Lady and gentlemen, we’re ready for takeoff.”
As the engines roar to life and the jet lifts into the air, I glance around at the faces of the men Imarried. Sylus is already stretched out, his feet on the table. Koen is flipping through the photos from the machine, his lips twitching into a smile every now and then. Nicholas leans back in his seat, arms crossed. Ace sits next to me, his hand brushing against mine as I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Just for a few minutes.
I jolt awake with a gasp, a rush of sensation flooding my body. A hard length is buried deep inside me, and a wicked tongue flicks over my clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight through me. A soft, breathless moan escapes my lips, and Sylus’s voice, rich with amusement and teasing heat, cuts through the haze. “Don’t get shy on us now,wifey. You’ve got four marriages to consummate.”
As my other senses return, I gasp again. The sight before me is pure, unrestrained indulgence. Three of my men, all of them naked. Then I notice I’m naked, too, and am sitting on a naked Sylus, who’s sprawled on the bed in the back of the jet. His hands rest possessively on my hips, holding me steady as he rocks me up and down his cock and against Ace’s mouth, which is nestled between my thighs, his tongue working relentless, devastating magic on my clit. A growl of satisfaction from him hums against my skin, his stubble brushing my pussy, sending shivers racing up my spine.
On one side, Nicholas presses close, his mouth trailing along my neck, his tongue leaving a searing path in its way while his gravelly voice whispers something unintelligible against my ear.
On the other side, Koen is sucking on my nipple while he massages my breast, and I arch into their touch, my body a live wire of sensation, trembling under their attention.
Sylus tightens his grip on my hips, guiding me to move faster against Ace’s tongue, the friction making my thighs tremble.The air is thick with heat and low, hungry murmurs, and the intensity of their focus leaves me teetering on the edge of surrender. Every kiss, every touch, every glance sets me alight, the overwhelming bliss drawing me further into them, into us.
“Fuck…” I gasp, my breath hitching in short, desperate pants. My head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds. “This is… oh God…”
Behind me, Sylus chuckles as his lips brush my ear. “Told you, Sparkle. I’m the main husband. The rest of them? Just your side husbands.”
A breathless laugh escapes me, shaky and tinged with disbelief at his audacity, but it dissolves into a moan as Ace’s tongue presses harder against my clit. “Shut up and fuck me, Sylus.”
