Page 15 of Their Sweetest Obsession

William grunted, his aging face grim. “Yeah, but everything worked out as it should. My lawyer is having the divorce papers served to her as we speak. Stephanie will be out of our lives by the time you return from your honeymoon.”

I stared at him for a long moment before nodding my thanks. His grimace turned into a grin. “And maybe by then, you will be announcing I’m going to be a grandfather.”

A grin teased at my lips, the idea of Marina pregnant with our child only making the happiness burning inside me glow brighter. “It won’t be from lack of trying.”

“Well, keep up the effort,” he said with a smirk. “I’m not getting any younger. I want to spoil my grandchildren before I die.”

“Assholes don’t die, William. We both know you’re going to outlive us all.” Pushing my empty bottle into his free hand, I left him there laughing.

Walking up behind Marina, I wrapped one arm around her waist and leaned over her shoulder to kiss Reeve. Marina released a happy sigh as she melted between us. She liked watching us kiss as much as she did kissing one of us. My little voyeur enjoyed watching Reeve and me do a lot of things.

“Can the honeymoon start now?” she murmured, swaying her hips to the music, teasing her perfect ass over my cock.

Reeve licked his lips, tasting the beer I’d just drunk. “What do you think, husband?”

I scooped Marina up into my arms so fast she squealed, causing everyone around us to laugh at the sound of her surprised delight. Reeve threw his arm around my shoulders. Kissing Marina long and deep, I barely heard Reeve talking to our guests.

“Enjoy the rest of your night, but get the fuck off my island before sunrise.”

Our friends burst out laughing again, but they knew he wasn’t joking. If they weren’t gone by sunrise, security had already been told to remove them by force. We’d shared enough of the day with them. We had two months of alone time planned with our wife, and we weren’t going to waste a single moment of it playing host.

William tipped his beer in our direction as I carried Marina toward the house in the distance, and she gave him a little wave.

We’d bought this place three years ago after Marina fell in love with it. We’d rented the private island for a week during her first college spring break. She tried not to let us see her crying when our time there was up, but we had and had been gutted.

Reeve and I had made an offer the following Monday. We’d gifted it to her for Christmas the same year, but she’d refused to accept it. Now, as Mrs. Keats, she had no choice. It was hers, along with everything else we owned.

Once we were in the house, I carried her upstairs to our room. White rose petals were spread across the black bedding. A small table had been set up to the side with champagne on ice and fresh fruit for later.

Crossing to the bed, I placed Marina on her feet. Reeve was already there, searching for the hidden clasp to her dress. “Show me how to get you out of this thing before I rip it off you, wife.”

Giggling, she evaded our hands, undoing the zipper herself. The top fell forward, and she stepped out of it, leaving her standing in front of us in only a pair of white bikini briefs.

Her teeth sank into one side of her bottom lip as she glanced down at herself self-consciously. “I know they aren’t the sexiest underwear, but I felt more secure wearing these.”

“They are sexy as fuck, princess. Why would you feel insecure?” Reeve demanded. “Did someone—”

She held up her hands to stop him, a shy smile on her lips. “I have a surprise for you.” Turning, she slowly shimmied her panties down her hips. As she bent to step out of them, there was no missing the plug she had in her asshole.

“Shit,” Reeve groaned.

“Shit,” I agreed, my tongue suddenly glued to the roof of my mouth.

She was back to biting her lip again as she glanced at us over her shoulder. “You said I had to be stretched out before you would take me together. I want you both for our first time as husbands and wife. Both of you, inside of me.”

On legs that felt unsteady, I crossed to her and dropped to my knees. “I will love you, cherish you, worship you, all the days of my life,” I repeated the vows I’d made to her and Reeve both only hours before. Spreading her pussy lips, I licked up her center. She was already drenched, her honey flowing over my tongue.

Reeve came up behind her, his hands kneading her hips. “In this life and the next,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “There will be no one but you.” He stroked his hand over my head, letting me know that he meant Marina and me.

Marina’s hand covered his, the both of them cradling my head to her body. I savored their touch for a moment before sucking on her clit. She cried out, pressing her head back into Reeve’s chest while rubbing herself against my face.

Reeve dipped his hands to her pussy, spreading her lips so I could feast on her, halting her squirming. I nipped on her sensitive bud, earning a pleased whimper, and thrust two fingers deep into her center. Her scream had my ears ringing, come dripping from my cock.

“Bed, now,” I barked, tearing at my clothes as I stood.

Lifting her into his arms, Reeve carried her to bed and placed her on her stomach. “You better have put this plug in all by yourself, princess.”

“I did,” she said with a giggle. Teasingly, she lifted her ass into the air, circling her hips, giving us both a glimpse of her dripping pussy and the pink plug. It wasn’t the beginner one we would have started her out with, but she didn’t seem to be in any discomfort from it.

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