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Holy shit. I’m getting married.

The guys grip my hands like I might try to run away. I would hope they wouldn’t think that’s a possibility, because I’m all in.As fucked up as the way this all happened is, I can’t possibly go through life without them.

The minister speaks about love in abundance, which is definitely fitting because five people means more love. He allows each of the men to speak which I wasn’t expecting. Sebastian turns to Lucy and I first.

He clears his throat and squeezes our hands. “This started out rather,” he clears his throat again, “unconventional, and I guess it still is. We will never be perfect men, but we’ll love you perfectly. Always.”

Mav takes his place as he steps back, his gaze bouncing between us. “I’m not one for flowery words like Pretty Boy, but I love everyone here. Every single one of you is my family. I will love you until my dying breath, and even then, I’ll continue loving you.”

Gage steps forward and wipes both our tears with the pads of his thumbs, and smiles. “I always say, ‘if it feels good, do it,’ and this feels good and right. Thank you. Both of you have given us everything we could ever want.”

His words take my breath away, because did Gage just thank us for loving them? As if I ever had a choice. Every single person in this family provides something different. One man could never be everything the three of them are. And Lucy. She has owned a piece of my soul for a long time. I know most of society would find this union strange as hell. And that’s okay, because for us, this is what happiness looks like. It’s not one man and one woman. It’s not two men. It’s not two women. It’s five people that love each other so fiercely, they’d do anything to make it work. That’s us. Five people absolutely fucked up on their own, but when they come together, everything falls into place. It’s as if I was a solo musician all my life, playing my lonely song, and then they walked into my life, and suddenly my song is asymphony. Every beautiful part only deepens the connection. If one piece were missing, it would destroy everything.

LUCY

When the minister said they wanted to say a few words, I didn’t think they’d be such eloquent words from our men in this moment, or any moment, if I’m honest. They mostly talk with their appendages, but those words are ones I’m always happy to receive. Anyway, we’re not doing personal vows or anything, because if we did, it’d get X-rated pretty fast, knowing these three. Those little expressions of love from them were perfect, and I want to do the same.

I clear my throat, and everyone looks at me, expecting some kind of genius from one of the writers in the group, but I’m sure I’m about to disappoint.

“Um… we write red flag guys, but I never knew that was what I wanted until I met you three. You’re twisted, and depraved, and mostly morally corrupt, but” I giggle as they start to frown at me, “but you’re perfect for us, and I’ve never been happier. You taught me what family is, because it’s this, mutual depraved love.”

Stella starts giggling, and I join in, squeezing her hand. “And I’m so happy that we’ll be together forever, babe.”

I kiss Stella’s cheek and hear one of our guys groan, and then Stella looks at us all in turn.

“You all said everything I’d want to say right now. We were made for each other, so let’s spend our lives making everything we do feel good.”

And with that, and with smiles back on everyone’s faces, the minister picks up where he left off, and guides us through ourspecial ceremony, marrying us to each other for all eternity, because we all know death isn’t the end for us. It couldn’t be, because we’ve all got a bit of psycho stalker in us, some people have a ton of it. We’ll always find each other.

When we get to the rings, all three of our guy’s grin widely as they accept theirs. They’re white gold to match ours, with the infinity symbol looping all the way around them, and inside, engraved with, “IIFGDI”. We’ve lived by the phrase ‘if it feels good, do it’ the whole time we’ve been together, so it felt right to etch it into the rings they and we would wear forever.

Mere minutes later, we’re married. All five of us married, in a pretty much illegal, and not at all recognised way, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is what it means to us, what it says about our commitment to each other, and what it says about our future.

The kissing part is fun, because first Stella kisses me, which I’m getting used to, and the guys absolutely love, if their groans are anything to go by. Then Gage grabs Stella for a filthy graphic kiss, while Mav grabs my face and slams his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth for longer than a wedding kiss should really last. Next, Gage grabs Sebastian and kisses him slow and sultry, while Mav turns to Stella and kisses her, dipping her low and making her giggle.

Half the fun is in watching the kisses, the love that shines through with each connection. Gage turns to me as Sebastian goes to kiss Stella, and then Sebastian kisses me, and then with an outraged grunt, I realise Gage is kissing Mav. Sebastian and I laugh as we see Mav’s hand against Gage’s throat, but it’s not a threat, or control. It’s just there.

Gage turns Mav to us then, and Sebastian grins. Oh my god. With a sigh, Mav grabs the back of Sebastian’s head and drags him close. “Just this once, Pretty Boy,” he murmurs, thenpresses his lips against Sebastian’s, a kiss with no tongue, but no less intensity or passion. Wow, is anyone else moist?

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

SEBASTIAN

As I watch Stella dance with Gage, and Lucy with Mav, I think back to the very first time they caught my eye on the internet. I knew they were fucking perfect but this, I never imagined. Of course, I would’ve changed my plans back then, if I knew Gage was going to ruin them. I know now though, had I done that it would have ruined everything. This is how it was supposed to be.

For a long time, I’ve struggled with my sexuality, well, ever since Gage coerced me into getting a blow job from him. It only got worse when I realized I enjoyed his touch, his mouth on mine, and yes, his dick inside me. Our society makes sexuality important. It’s not as simple for me as it is for Gage. Sure, I can get on board with ‘if it feels good, do it’, but I, for some reason, needed to label myself and I couldn’t. At times I have felt like I was losing my mind. I thought I must surely still be straight, because the only man I could ever imagine being with is Gage. However, things changed when we had our little sex train. When I had Mav’s cock in my mouth, I wanted more, all of him. And I wanted it fucking desperately. I still do. When he kissed me after our ceremony, I felt it in my entire body. It wasn’t a pornographic kiss, but it started a fire in my soul regardless.

I’m fairly certain at this point, I’m a bi-sexual man and I think that’s okay. I’m not ashamed, not anymore. I love two men and two women; for me, it’s normal. It doesn’t feel wrong, it feels completely natural and if anybody doesn’t like it, they can go fuck themselves.

Gage grins at me, after finishing a particularly filthy kiss with Stella that seems to have scorched the earth, because suddenly it’s hot as hell out here.

He walks her over to me, and I take her in my arms and dance with her, while stealing my own dirty kisses from her. She looks edible in her white dress. It’s made from a soft silky material, the top is a halter design showing off those shoulders I love to kiss and gathers around the bottom of the bust and flows past her knees. Lucy’s dress is similar, they look like the same dress, except hers has spaghetti straps instead of the halter. Both women look decadent, and I’m sure we’ll have fun peeling them out of their clothing. I can hardly wait to see what they’re wearing underneath.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear, “I love you.”

To this day, hearing those words from my women causes emotion to swell in my chest, because I can’t believe I could ever be so lucky for them to love me freely.

“I love you too, baby.”

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