Page 77 of The Proximity Effect

Archer’s tongue drew out the last of my orgasm, as Liam’s kiss turned soft and sweet. Evan’s mouth was on my neck, his fingers stroking my hair.

I felt cherished, worshipped. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

As the post-orgasmic bliss began to fade, I reached for Evan’s and Archer’s cocks, stroking them through their pants.

“Not tonight.” Archer stilled my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my fingertips. “Tonight is about you. Just you.”

Evan nodded in agreement, his hand covering mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We want you to know how much you mean to us. This isn’t just physical for us. It’s so much more.”

Liam’s fingers hooked under my chin, bringing my eyes to look into his. “We’re in this for the long haul and we want you to be ours.”

Their words sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over me. I looked at each of them, seeing the sincerity and love in their eyes. That’s what this was, wasn’t it? Love. It was fast and crazy and intense, but it was love.

My heart pounded in my chest. “I want that too. I want to be yours.”

Archer pulled me into his arms, his mouth finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Liam’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder and then my neck. Evan kissed up my arm, ending on the other side of my neck.

How had I gotten so lucky? How had I ended up here, in this beautiful place, with these incredible men? It was like a dream I didn’t want to ever wake up from.

But it wasn’t a dream; it was real. And as I lay there, wrapped in their arms, I knew that I wouldn’t trade this for anything. They were mine, and I was theirs, and that was all that mattered.

Epilogue

Ready For Forever

Tessa

18 Months Later

Istared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to decide if my something blue should be the sapphire earrings Archer had given me or the lacy garter Evan had presented with a shit-eating grin. Knowing him, he’d check during the ceremony.

“Wear both.” Ava appeared behind me with a champagne flute in each hand. “Always both. That’s kind of your brand now, isn’t it? Why choose when you can have it all?”

I snorted, accepting the champagne. “You make me sound so greedy.”

“You do have three smoking-hot men committing to you and only you.” She clinked her glass against mine. “Speaking of which, how exactly does this work? Do you say ‘I do’ three times? Is there a specific order?”

“They drew sticks.” I adjusted my dress, a flowing ivory number that managed to be both elegant and comfortable enough for the summer party that would follow the ceremony.“Liam won, which he won’t stop gloating about. Evan’s still convinced he cheated somehow, and Archer said, and I quote, ‘As long as I get to kiss you, I don’t care about the order.’” I smiled, remembering his intense expression when he’d said it. “Then he made me sign about forty documents to make everything legit since we can’t legally get married.”

“Romantic.”

“Hey, nothing says ‘I love you’ like jointly owned property agreements and medical power of attorney forms.”

I glanced out the French doors leading onto my small balcony. The sun was starting to set over the trees, and I still couldn’t believe it was real.

We’d finally given up house hunting after the eighth property turned out to be either too small, too far, or had a kitchen that made me want to cry. Instead, we’d built exactly what we wanted: four bedroom suites (because sometimes a girl needs her space), a chef’s kitchen that made me weep with joy, and a primary suite with a giant bed that fit all of us comfortably.

The sound of something crashing downstairs, followed by Evan’s laughter and Archer’s cursing, made us both jump.

Ava looked toward my bedroom door. “Should we check on that?”

“Nope. They don’t get to see the bride before the ceremony, so they have to deal with their own chaos for once.” I took another sip of champagne.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped onto the patio, my arm looped through my dad’s. The late afternoon sun filtered through the pine trees, casting long shadows across our backyard. My dad squeezed my arm as we paused at the start of the aisle leading to where my three loves waited beneath an arch of wildflowers.

“You sure about this, sweetie?” he whispered, though his smile told me he already knew the answer.

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything.” Including that time I thought bangs would be a good idea.

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