Page 94 of Theirs to Corrupt

Link places a soft kiss on my forehead before stepping back.

My other husband pulls me close, one hand on the small of my back, the other holding mine. His touch is different from Link’s—equally firm, but with its own unique energy.

“You look radiant,” Pax murmurs as we move together. “We’re two very lucky men.”

Lighting begins to change, with the room becoming brighter and the spotlight fading as the DJ invites others to join us.

When the song winds down, Pax spins me gently, right into Link’s arms.

As the final note plays, the three of us have our hands entwined.

Both of my men kiss me gently.

In this moment, I’m happy, maybe happier than I recall being since my parents passed.

It can’t last, though. Life has taught me that joy is fleeting. For now, I shove aside my sudden feeling of doubt.

Another ballad follows. Then the DJ segues into “Twist and Shout.”

While we make our way to the edge of the dance floor, many others take our place. There are smiles and laughter all around the room, and some people appear deep in conversation.

“You know how to throw a party,” I tell Link, impressed and doubly glad that he handled all the preparations for the event.

“With more to come.”

“Surely not always this many people?” And on this scale.

“Not always,” he agrees.

Which means that some might be.

Link is a consummate host, ensuring that everyone feels welcome. And Pax excuses himself to go and talk to Hawkeye and Inamorata.

Time rushes in a blur before the DJ announces it’s time for the toast.

Once more, we’re in the spotlight.

Pax joins us, and Link helps me up onto the stage, no easy feat with the way the dress hugs my body.

There’s a small table near us with three glasses of champagne.

Servers make their way through the room, refilling glasses and offering flutes to people who don’t have them.

Wondering what the men will say and self-conscious at being in the spotlight once more, I ball my hands at my sides.

Noticing, Pax slides an arm around my shoulders.

I honestly didn’t know it was possible for anyone to notice such tiny details about me.

Totally comfortable, Link accepts the microphone from the DJ and once more thanks our guests for sharing our special day and promising that the open bar will remain available until one a.m.

“Not that we’ll still be here by then,” he adds, flashing a devilish smile that makes my tummy turn a somersault.

Catcalls and cheers greet his comment.

“Generally the best man proposes a toast,” Link continues. “As you’ve might have noticed, there’s not much about our wedding that’s been traditional.”

“Hear, hear!” someone calls out while others laugh.

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