I can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of my chest.
“I just married three very hot men. Of course, I’m not going to sleep, but I want to look perfect for you. Please give me this. It matters to me.”
All three of them step back and I grab my small suitcase from Knox.
“Thank you.”
I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Setting my things down, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Why am I nervous about having sex with men I’ve already been with?
Snap out of it, Heather.
It’s my wedding night, and my conversation with Bianca is fucking with my head.
“You’re going to remember your wedding night forever. It’ll feel different.”
My men are hot. Their faces are gorgeous and their bodies are Greek god status.
And they think you’re beautiful.
That thought was unexpected. I smile to myself as I look in the mirror, realizing I’m healing. Instead of hearing his voice, it’s mine or my men.
I turn on the shower and get undressed while the water heats up and then grab my razor. Stepping into the hot shower I let the heat attempt to wash away my nerves.
I’m surprised Killian didn’t try to get in, but maybe he’s attempting to be respectful. After shaving the nearly non-existent stubble, I step out and dry myself off.
Laying out the lingerie I asked Bianca to get for me, I instantly blush.
It’s a black one-piece ‘teddy’ Athena called it with sheer matching thigh-highs. I’ve never worn lingerie other than a bra and underwear. I hope they like it, but I’m not sure if this is their thing.
I get dressed and carefully pull the nylons on, careful to not poke a hole in them because that would be my luck.
I blow dry my hair a little so it’s not drenched and pull it up high on my head. I apply Killian's favorite dark red lip color and then step into my stilettos I know Carter and Knox both love.
Once I’m done, I take a look in the mirror and try to tell myself everything will be fine, that I’m just over thinking things.
I open the door and am surprised to find the bedroom empty. I walk down the hallway to the living room with the attached kitchen and find them hanging out and having a drink, talking amongst themselves. I walk toward them and all three of them look my way when they hear my heels clicking on the tile.
“Fuuuck, Little Heathen. You look ravishing.”
Killian gets up from his chair and stares at me with a predatory gaze as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
“This is for us, wife?”
I nod, unable to speak when the word gets trapped in my throat from the way he is looking at me. Knox and Carter rise to their feet and come closer to their brother, all three of them stare at me, their eyes dark and filled with hunger.
Kill draws a circle in the air telling me to turn around. When I do, he growls.
“Bend over.”
I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Pervert.”
He steps closer to me and smacks my ass.
“Bend over and grab your ankles. We want to see our beautiful wife on display for us.”
