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“Well, enjoy the next few months without condoms, because until you take care of things on your end, admittance is denied. We’re not risking ending up with more than three.” I would be forty by the end of the year, and there was no way we would be trying to handle a toddler and twin babies without ensuring we wouldn’t have any more surprise additions.

“Nothing like talk of my balls getting snipped to turn me on, babe,” he laughed, pressing his erection into me from behind.

“Doesn’t seem to have had much of an effect.”

“That’s because I’m imagining fucking your tits. Have you seen them lately?”

“You’re such a romantic. Did you put that in your vows?”

“Yup,” he whispered into my neck. “Right next to the part about expecting anal on my birthday.”

“Good luck with that one. Although you seemed to enjoy it when I shoved that vibrator up your ass when I was pregnant with Fin.”

“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”

“You told Hutch,” I laughed. “Pretty sure he’s gonna be teasing you about that until the day you die.”

“Can we not talk about my brother when I’m trying to get in your pants?”

Humming, I pressed his fingers into me harder. “I guess.”

Adrian growled, his teeth nipping my throat as he tugged my panties down. “Take off this dress and put your palms on the dresser so I can remind you who this pussy belongs to. We’ll see if you’re still thinking about anyone but me when my cum is running down your leg underneath your wedding dress.”

“Maybe I should reconsider that fantasy I used to have...”

“Don’t test me, Isobel, or I’ll make sure you’re so turned on you can’t focus on the officiant and are desperate to get me alone so I can finish you off.”

“Have you been reading the manuscripts on my computer again?” I laughed as I braced myself against the dresser, watching his reflection in the mirror while he angrily ripped off his clothing.

He stepped in close, his warm chest pressing against my back, his cock sliding between my legs. “This is all me, babe. Now push that ass out so I can make you scream my name before we need to get ready. You’re going to be my wife the next time I fuck you.”

ADRIAN

Boston

Part of me wanted to freeze time as I watched Isobel walk down the aisle toward me, her arm linked with her father’s. Isobel’s best friend Leilani was standing on the other side of the officiant as maid of honor, next to her sisters—who Isobel had reluctantly included in the ceremony.

Hutch was standing next to me, too busy staring at his date in the third row to pay attention to Isobel, but that fucker could keep his eyes off my wife. Penelope stood at the end of the line on my side, holding onto Finley’s hand.

A small crowd of our friends and family had gathered at a wedding venue in a fourth-floor historic library. Being surrounded by books while I married the love of my life seemed à propos. It also wasn’t far from where I’d originally suggested we get married—Fenway Park. But since it was technically during the season, and the Sox had a home game tomorrow, that idea was quickly dismissed.

I had convinced her to get our engagement photos taken there before the season started instead. She insisted we didn’t need them since this was her second marriage, but I told her they were an opportunity to get family photos taken while Finley was still little. And it was really fuckin’ cool to see my little girl toddling around with a tiny baseball bat on a field I’d briefly had the honor of playing on.

We’d also brought along the rest of my family. Pops got a kick out of sitting in the dugout with his other great-granddaughter while we got our photos taken, and then we had an extended family one taken since we weren’t sure how much longer Pops would hold out before he joined his wife.

He was currently sitting in the front row with Ma and her new boyfriend, having been sprung from the memory care facility to attend the wedding.

“Damn, she looks hot,” Hutch whispered when his attention returned to my wedding and not his much, much younger date. Or whatever she was. I was staying out of their relationship. It was bad enough he’d slept with Finley’s nanny.

“I have no problem punching you in the balls in front of all these people if you disrespect my wife again.”

“She’s already confiscated yours, so I guess at least one of us has balls. And she’s not your wife yet. Plenty of time for her to change her mind.” He paused for a second and I thought he’d drop the teasing. “Do her boobs look bigger?”

I growled, suddenly wanting to prioritize kicking my brother’s ass for making comments about my pregnant fiancée, who was minutes from becoming my wife.

“She’s pregnant again, isn’t she?”

“Just announce it to the entire room,” I hissed, throwing my elbow into his side.

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