All she does is smile and say, “It’s a legal loophole that we can work around, should you accept it, of course.”
I stare at her. At him. At the two people who somehow turned me into this burning hot and stupidly in love mess.
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking all over. “You two are killin’ me.”
Lix smiles at me. “Worth it, though.”
I close my eyes and bask in their attention. They both wanna marry me.Holy shit.
Blinking my eyes open, I look back at Em, heart wide open, voice rough with the truth. “Alright, gorgeous,” I say. “You win. I’ll behave. I’ll listen. I’ll follow every single order you give me.”
And honest to god, I’ve never been happier to obey.
The rest of the day goes how you’d expect when three people who just agreed to spend forever together are naked on a bed with zero self-control.
The sheets get completely destroyed—damp, twisted, and half-torn where we scratch and grip like we’re trying to leave evidence of our dirty deeds behind. The pillows get kicked somewhere into international waters, never to be seen again.
There’s laughing into skin, mouths everywhere they shouldn’t be, and a lot of very enthusiastic multitasking with hands and holes that are anything but holy or wholesome.
Em’s always somewhere between us, giving out the occasional instruction like she’s running a very hands-on experiment.
Lix keeps laughing every time I say something obscene, which is often. And every time he does, it just makes me act so much worse.
But listen, I’m still behaving very well, like their good boy who wants to wear their matching wedding rings, so that I can show them off and remind them I belong to them and they belong tome.
By the end of it, we’re tangled-up limbs under shredded blankets. Pretty sure there’s jizz and pussy juice around my mouth. I want it on me like face cream.
Sorry, you had to see that, Mickey Mouse pillowcases that are wet from all the sex we’ve had.
We’re so sweaty, but we’re all orgasmed out and definitely broke at least three unspoken Disney cruise rules. One of which is a noise complaint.
Pretty sure we scared a guy who knocked to ask us nicely to quiet down, but then I growled so loud ‘cause I was coming hard inside Lix, while Em was pegging me.
But hey, it’s my birthday, and I can do whatever I want. Best part is I’ve never felt more loved, more chosen, or more ridiculously happy in my entire life.
I’m barely able to function after coming so much, but I do hear both of them whispering to me, “Happy birthday, Stan,” right before I crash.
Yeah, I think this day’s gonna destroy every other birthday for me forever.
Hope it’s the same when it’s Lix’s birthday in ten days. We’ll still be on cruise mode, but in the Bahamas.
Fuck, yes, can’t wait to keep spoiling my better thirds.
Yawning wide with a smile, I just know I’m about to have the best dreams in a sec, since all I hear are sounds of Em and Lix making out beside me, while they rock the bed.
Their hips meeting again and again are making these sexy wet sounds over and over. Straight up my favorite song to put me to sleep.
Even with my eyes closed, ready to grab a nap, I can imagine them like I’m watching them right now.
And goddamn, are they perfect. Perfect for each other. Perfect for me.
Don’t know how I ever got this lucky, but I can’t care when I’m smiling, and planning our forever in my dreams that I knowfor surewe’ll make into reality.
Epilogue
Lix
City hall smells like moldy old paper, cheap floor polish, and the faintest hint of coffee that’s been reheated one too many times. This is the sort of place where people come to file things away—births, deaths, promises. But there’s nothing glamorous about it, not even in their “best room in the building,” which Stan demanded from them when flirting with the front desk folks didn’t work.
