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I threw my head back and screamed as I came so hard my head grew fuzzy. I realized I’d stopped breathing and sucked in a breath as the pleasure bloomed and grew even larger. I felt Seth come but I was floating away on a pleasure cloud. I went limp and moaned happily while floating.

When I landed back on earth I was in Henry’s arms and he was pressing kisses to my eyelids and nose and cheeks while stroking my hair. I smiled up at him, happy to see his handsome face again. “Hi.”

He smirked. “You come so hard you halfway pass out and that’s all you can say for yourself?”

I felt decadently sore all over and I knew I was a sweaty mess but I’d never felt prettier. The morning felt like a dream. A perfectly random dream which starred a version of myself I’d never allowed out. Getting married to three men on a whim was something I never would’ve done while still living under my parents’ long shadow. I’d done it, though. I felt free.

“I love you.” I lifted my tired arm and stroked my finger down his nose. “We’re married.”

He nodded. “And I don’t believe in divorce. It’s us for life, baby.”

Seth spoke from behind me. “Thank you for taking a leap with us.”

Woodrow leaned over Henry. “They were a leap. Me? I’m obviously a catch. You probably didn’t need any convincing because of this face.”

I grinned at him and bit my lip. “Honestly?”

They all grunted in unison. Henry rolled his eyes. “Go easy on us.”

“Your asses. I just couldn’t say no.”

Seth grabbed me from behind and dragged me over him. “Yourass.”

I kissed him, eyes open so I could watch the way his crinkled at the corners when I did. “I love you.”

Woodrow cleared his throat.

“And I love you.”

Seth glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows. “Should we skip our wedding party?”

I forced myself off of him and stood on shaky legs. Naked as the day I was born, I smiled at them with my hip cocked. “Think I look like I just got fucked ten ways to Sunday?”

CHAPTER 47

Henry

She did look a little like she’d been fucked good and hard. Her hair was still wild, despite how many times she ran her fingers over the curls to tame them. Her mouth, throat, and the back of her neck were peppered with beard burn. The white dress she’d worn that morning had been ripped so she’d dressed in the old-fashioned jeans that made her ass shine like a beacon. The little tank top she’d pulled on had my mouth watering and my eyes trailing her around the party.

How we’d gone from throwing punches with her big brothers to having them host our wedding party was beyond me. The three big fuckers stood on the porch, beers in hand, watching over the party like some sort of moody overlords. They weren’t cramping anyone’s style, though. The whole town had shown up to celebrate.

Nellie was tipsy and taking Woodrow for a spin on the makeshift dance floor. Her hair flew up around her face as she twirled and her smile was so bright it hit me dead center of my chest each time it was aimed at me.

Seth stopped next to me, Waylan in his arms. She’d devoured what had to be close to half a cake and had passed out. “She’s supposed to go home with Vera but do you think she’ll be freaked out if she went to sleep with us and wakes up with them?”

I shrugged. “That’s a question for an experienced parent.”

We both looked around for one to ask but everyone was either drunk or childless. Seth looked down at Waylan and then back at me. “She’s coming home with us. I don’t want her to be scared.”

Woodrow came up to us, a sheen of sweat coating his face. He smiled at Waylan’s sleeping form and then shook his head. “It feels like just a week ago that I was watching her chase Papa Jack down the road.”

Nellie stopped behind Woodrow and pulled her phone out. “That’s too cute not to capture.”

Seth growled at her. “I’m not cute, woman.”

She reached out and tapped him on the nose. “Big man with a sleepy little girl? That’s cute.”

Steve showed up and swung Nellie into his arms. “I’m stealing my girl for a dance.”

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