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I nodded in agreement. “That’s what I’ve been saying for an hour. And yet you two have just grunted and said it doesn’t matter.”

My mind was still reeling after finally concluding all of this wasn’t, in fact, an alcohol-induced dream. Happiness seemed to ooze out of my every pore. Or maybe that was my men’s come since they’d each taken me again after we’d showered. I was surprised I could even walk after the pounding Reeve had given me while Wilder watched. Each step I took sent shock waves through my entire body, but I loved that I could still feel them.

Reeve was insatiable. Normally the clearheaded Keats, he couldn’t keep his hands off me or Wilder. I couldn’t get enough of their affection. Their caressing fingers, on me or each other, it didn’t matter. As long as one of us was touching, I was content.

Currently, my men stood shoulder to shoulder, their unhappy glares making me want to see how far I could push them before they threw me over their shoulders and took me home. Where we belonged.

I wanted to be their wife so badly, but I wasn’t sure I wanted a wedding. My mother had already been trying to sabotage everything, and I knew she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

She was an attention whore. The spotlight had to be on her at all times or she wasn’t happy. William had given her that for four years. But my wedding would not only take the attention off her, but would cause a commotion that would have people talking for weeks. Maybe years.

Not that Reeve or Wilder seemed to care. Our relationship wasn’t anyone’s business. I just wished they had that mentality regarding our commitment celebration.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” Wilder asked, his face softening somewhat. “All you have to do is tell us, and we will give you anything you want.”

“I want a private ceremony. Just us. Kara. A few other close friends. Maybe William.” My shoulders dropped. “But not my mom.”

“We can do that,” Reeve assured me. Stepping forward, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Where would you like this private ceremony to take place?”

I hugged his waist as I considered his question. I’d never been one of those girls who planned her wedding as a kid. After seeing how easy it was for my mom to catch and discard one husband after another, I hadn’t thought I would ever get married. But my marriage to Reeve and Wilder would be different. We loved one another, and that was more than my mother had ever had with her previous five husbands. The jury was still out on her feelings for William.

“We’ve always had good memories together at the beach,” I mused aloud. “Could we have a sunset beach ceremony?”

Reeve grinned down at me. “I think we can make that happen, princess. Now, will you please go buy a dress? You’re making us sweat, thinking you don’t want to marry us.”

“Idiots,” I teased, pushing onto my tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Love me?”

“With all my heart,” he said earnestly, his dark eyes glowing.

Wilder came up beside us. “Dress. Now.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Okay, but no peeking. I get to surprise you with at least one thing.”

Wilder bent, gently brushing his lips over mine before turning me around. “I love you, Marina. But if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to spank your ass right here in front of the shop owner.”

“Promises,” I sighed. Sending him a flirty wink over my shoulder, I linked my arm through Kara’s. My roommate and best friend didn’t even blink at how the three of us were with one another. She’d taken our relationship as something natural, and it gave me hope that others would as well. Those who didn’t, however, simply weren’t worth my time.

CHAPTER SEVEN

wilder

Tipping my beer to my lips, I watched Reeve twirl our wife around on the beach. We’d only invited about twenty people to the ceremony, and from the way Marina was glowing, everyone could see how happy she was.

Kara walked by with her parents, both of them still talking about how beautiful the ceremony had been. Her mom winked at me as she passed, whispering to her husband how sweet it was that both Reeve and I cried just as hard as Marina did when we spoke our vows to one another.

I took another drink from my bottle, mentally shrugging it off. Yeah, I cried. It wasn’t every day a man got everything he’d ever dreamed of. My husband and wife were all I needed, and I’d gotten them and so much more.

Sensing him come up beside me, I didn’t tense. He stood there, quietly observing the couple as they stared into each other’s eyes while the moon reflected off the ocean behind them. I’d give them a few more minutes before I joined them. We each deserved our own time together, and I was enjoying simply watching them from afar.

William tapped his beer bottle to mine and took a long pull. “Your mom would have been happy today. She would be glad her boy is enjoying his best life.”

I clenched my jaw, fighting the burn of tears. I missed my mom a lot. Unlike Reeve’s and Marina’s mothers, mine had been an angel. I honestly believed William had loved her. It had taken him years to get over her before he’d married Stephanie. “Yeah.”

“You don’t have to worry about Stephanie causing trouble.” I glanced at him then, needing to see his face to make sure he wasn’t bullshitting me over Marina’s evil mother. “I’ve been waiting for this wedding, to keep her from causing trouble.”

“She tried,” I interrupted, still pissed that she’d sent that invitation to Marina. She’d also hacked Marina’s phone, blocking the wedding planner’s calls, texts, and even her emails.

Reeve and I knew we’d fucked up by not communicating better about what we wanted, but we wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

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