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"I want to get married to all of you as soon as possible." She stretched and arched her body, allowing me to see her swollen red clit and rosy nipples.

"What?" I said as temptation trumped guilt and I became inspired to do some damage control of my own.

Her eyes sparkled at me and she smirked. Moving to her feet, she walked toward me. My cock strained against the zipper.

"I'm ready to meet the parents. Eric's parents are looking forward to us visiting soon, aren't they? We should push that forward. We could spend some time there." She turned to smile at Eric.

"What? How soon are we talking?" Eric's eyes went wide.

"A month? You're right, Eric. I don't want to waste any time. We could visit your parents in a week. But I don't think I can wait that long to start celebrating. We can throw a party..." She continued.

"Wow, that must have been a hell of a fuck." The words left my mouth and I gulped. I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. I hadn't even given thought about her meeting my parents; I hadn't spoken to them in years. I doubted they'd come to the wedding.

"It was." She turned around and grinned at me, her focus trained on me again.

"Do you want more?" I let her eyes follow my hands as they gripped my cock.

"I do." She nodded.

Chapter 16

Ryan

The guys made me promise to be on my best behavior tonight. And I had good reasons to be in high spirits that day. It was the day of our pre-wedding party. Not that there would be anyone but us attending. It was too last minute for Eric's parents to get the clearance from their doctors to come, Matt hadn't heard back from his, Ethan's mother sent her best wishes and said she'd definitely be here for the wedding, and my mom, well, my mother was looking down on me from heaven, and I couldn't imagine she was very happy with me.

Eyeing the booze, I wondered why there was so much of it if I wasn't allowed to drink. I would kill—no, no, no—I'd love a drink right then, but I was trying not to let Lily down.

She wanted to celebrate and she figured we could all lift our spirits with reasons to dress up, music, good food and positivity. The drinks were kind of like exposure therapy, to assess how bad my addiction was. I could go without it. There was a separate little table, just for me and her, with mocktails and sparkling wine. I had a sip of one of the drinks, it was damn good. Lily had perfected the art of mocktails. All I had to do was exercise self-control. Focus on the positives. Trust that everything wouldn't come tumbling down. I could do that. To be honest, I was exhausted from running and looking over my shoulders, and replaying the same scenes over and over in my head. I knew I didn't deserve it, but my brain was in desperate need of a refresh.

That day was perfect for that. It was a good day. Things were looking up. I was even grooving to the music, marveling at the way Lily sparkled like diamonds. It had been a while since I'd seen her all dressed up. Her makeup was perfect. It wasn't as dark as it was the first time we met, but it was still sultry. More natural, except for the deep red lips that stood out against the white mini dress. Her long legs were accentuated in white sex heels. I'd drink her in. Let her be the only thing to intoxicate me that night.

I could do this. My body grew loose and I almost forgot my problems, until the doorbell rang, I opened my eyes and Tyler was walking in with his wife. Pandemonium broke loose inside my head.

Tyler

Um...Congratulations?

I can't say the guys look too pleased to see me. Their bodies are so rigid, they're like statues. I enter the house with tentative steps, and hand the wine to Lily after she and the wife exchange kisses and hugs.

"Ahem." I clear my throat as I head toward the guys. Last they heard from me, I fucked up with keeping the bodies hidden and I told them to lay low.

I don't know how the fuckers managed to get hooked on a fisherman's hook. Troublemakers during life and death.

"So, you guys are getting married, huh?" I pick up a champagne glass and take a sip. "How's that gonna work?"

Two of them speak at once.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ethan grunts.

"It's about time you showed up." Eric hisses.

Ethan scowls at him.

"My wife told me to come. Couldn't really give her the reasons why I couldn't, could I?" I tip my glass toward Ethan. Ann-Marie knows that I'd fed my hunger for blood, but she has no idea of my depraved manipulation of the men. It was hard enough for her to forgive me for going back on my promise. I thought it was best not to add fuel to the fire.

"Thought you up and left to cover your ass and leave us with the mess." Eric lowers his voice and glares at me.

"I wouldn't do that." I scoff.

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