Page 12 of Inappropriately Matched

“Well, I am going to retire. Gentlemen,” I say as I stand up from the chair. “We’ll be in later,” Steele says, and my body implodes right there.

We’ll be in later. We’ll be in later. We’ll be in later.

“I shall anticipate eagerly our future congress,” I say and cringe. Why do I always sound so haughty when I get flustered?

Not to be outdone by my pretentious language, I carry myself from the dining room like I’m wearing a Regency gown and walking with a pile of books on my head.

Who in their right mind would want to fuck me after that?

I make my way to our bedroom and spend way too much time deciding what to wear, then get myself into a frenzy thinking they were going to step in and still find me in a red knee-length shift dress. I quickly take one of the negligees from the ample selection Tierney and Haley had bought for me, slip into the shower, and scrub my skin until I gleam. I moisturize and perfume my skin, brush my hair, don the matching panties, and then the negligee.

I also pointedly ignored the toy basket Tierney got me. I may look brave and act brave, but I’m just a scared little virgin beneath it all.

The door opens.

My body threatens to self-erupt where I stand. Nervous anticipation flutters through me. Heat pools like lava in my stomach. I’m shaking as if caught in a snowstorm, but on the inside I’m a raging fire.

This is it. My wedding night. I never really dreamed about getting married only because I knew from a young age I would have to marry a man my father would choose, someone who moved in the same societal circle as our family. I always planned to defy that rule.

But this was not how I imagined my wedding night if I were given an infinite amount of guesses.

I’d never guess I’d be married to three men at the same time. I’d never guess they would look likethis.

My mouth literally waters as my gaze glides over them. In the softly lit room, their sun-kissed bodies gleam with raw, unadulterated power. Their torsos are masterpieces, decked with muscles, layer after layer, as hard as brick and utterly mesmerizing to look at.

Dressed in nothing but gray track bottoms hung low on their narrow waists, this time my mouth dries as I take in the solid bulge of their cocks.

Oh boy. How am I going to take even one of them inside me, let alone three, when they’rethatsize?

They’ll break me. Then they’ll have to tell my family I died in battle losing my virginity. The whole world would know of my untimely demise. No. I shut off my train wreck thoughts. I should, though, just quit while I’m ahead, turn around, hop out the window, and if I don’t die, find a plane and leave the country.

“Fuck.”

Their low, growly murmurs interrupt my escape plans.

Chapter Eight

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