Page 277 of Quinlan

“I… I said you were my fiancés.” Damien releases her face, and her beautiful gray eyes dance between the three of us. “I said I’m yours. And that I’d be miserable if I couldn’t have you inside of me together. They can’t tell anyone anything under their NDA, right?”

“Adorable.” Liam releases a breath, his tone gentle and so full of love.

“No, they can’t.” I spit on my hand, rubbing myself. Lubing my cock for her, even though my tip is already leaking. “Clever girl. Sweet girl.”

“I warned you, though, about lying.” Damien pinches her sensitive nipple. “Didn’t I, darling?”

She gasps. Finds his eyes, her body tensing. “I wasn’t lying.”

His cock driving harder into her. Slow and rough. He gave her a big enough hint to our surprise, that he’s gone silent. Too choked, if I had to guess.

“We’re not your fiancés.” Liam digs into the suitcase he left by the nearest wall. He extracts four boxes that he places on the bedside table. “We’re marrying you. We’re your husbands. As of today.”

Polygamy is a felony in the state of Illinois.

So is kidnapping.

We don’t give a fuck about either law.

A marriage license or outsiders’ approval means jack shit to us. We haven’t made it official inoureyes yet because we planned to surprise Quinlan with the wedding at Liam’s parents’ home.

Earlier, they sent us pictures of their backyard, of the lanterns they’d scattered around and the cake they’d ordered. We could have dinner over there instead of the wedding itself, sure.

We’re getting married, and we’re doing it now.

“You said we had time.” Quinlan’s eyebrows shoot up, and Damien cups her cheeks again, forces to look at him while he fucks her. “Months. That you wanted to do something special.”

She didn’t want a big party. Didn’t care for a dress or a ceremony. Quinlan demanded the four of us have our gold wedding bands on as soon as we put the diamond on her finger.

We were the ones who insisted on making it into a big thing.

I groan, nudging the tip of my cock to her opening. Putting a ring on her after we just fucked her in the plane isn’t a big thing. It’s not a white dress and a four-layer cake.

It’sourthing.

“And this isn’t special?” Liam slides his hand between Quinlan and Damien, and I feel it.

The second he touches her clit, she clenches over the tip of my cock. I want to slam into her so badly that I have to physically stop myself. I have to slow down for her.

“You’re telling us you prefer to wait?” He rubs her, his lips planting wet kisses on her back.

“No. Thisisspecial. I was—” Her voice is laced with tears of frustration. Of need. “You know I want… Please. Don’t stop.”

“We know.” My patience has been stretched thin. There’s nothing left when I finally slam into her, going balls deep in her ass. She screams, and it’s so sweet. So mine. “You’ll get it. We’ll give you the world.”

I’m trying—Lord, am I trying—to be slow. I bend without putting my weight on her. Damien moves beneath us, his lips on her cheek.

My lips brush past her other cheek, trailing slowly to her ear. “Anything you want. Wife.”

“Oh, God.” Her pregnant, perfect, soft body becomes pliant in our arms.

The three of us don’t let her down. We won’t ever.

We stroke, thrust, and ravage her. We tell her what a good girl she is. Coax three orgasms out of her before either of us comes. Before Liam empties himself on her pretty lips.

Twenty minutes later, we’re showered, wearing lounge clothes and back on the bed. On clean sheets.

Liam’s at the far right, and I’m at the left side of the bed. Quinlan sits on Damien’s lap, her back to his chest. She snuggles into him, but her love is so strong that it carries to Liam and me as if we were the ones holding her.

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