Page 43 of Four Fiances & I

“Eight-thirty, Jazzy. We will be gone as soon as Christian graces us with his presence,” I wink as she leans against Sean's side. He wraps an arm around her waist before leaning in and kissing her cheek.

“Are you eager to get rid of us, Shorty?” Maximus asks, taking my glass to top up.

“Yes, we have things to organise which the grooms can’t know about!” Danielle answers from the sofa, where she and the other girls sit.

“Are you all staying tonight?” Sean asks, looking over the top of Jasmine's head to her friends.

We have three guest rooms on the floor above ours, which Jasmine's friends have stayed in a few times. Each has their own room and stays to keep Jasmine company when we are working away or if they are doing something together.

“And be here when the four of you come home drunk and want a loud orgy? No, thank you,” Abbi replies as Verity giggles behind her hand.

“Don’t be so vulgar, Abigail,” Christian declares as he walks into the room whilst shoving his phone in his pocket. “Are we all ready to get this over with?” he asks, looking around at us all.

“You could pretend you are looking forward to it,” Sean sighs, rolling his eyes as he takes a glass and hands it to our older brother. “Even if just for the three of us,” he adds. Christian's shoulders visibly slump a little as he realises tonight isn’t just about him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m sure I will relax once I have a drink or two.” He knocks back the bourbon in his glass and holds it out for a top-up, a playful smirk appearing as he winks at Jasmine.

“That’s more like it!” Maximus laughs as he downs his own, picks up shot glasses from the small bar that are already filled, and hands them out. I sniff the liquor and realise it's the expensive tequila we keep for nights like tonight. He holds his glass out in front of him with a big grin. “Here’s to us showing others that no one throws a stag do like the O’Reillys.” My brothers and I tap our glasses against his before all knocking back our shots and laughing. I smile at Christian, who puts his empty glass on the table.

“Right, come on. There is a bottle in the limo with our name on it and a whole load of arseholes waiting to get us drunk.”

“Will there be strippers there tonight?” Verity asks from the sofa.

“There better not be since I wasn’t allowed to book any for Jaz’s hen party,” Danielle adds, giving us a look. If it weren’t for knowing she is all bark and no bite, I would sometimes feel slightly intimidated by that woman.

“Usually, that’s down to the best man, and since we are all each other’s best men, I can guarantee there will not be one,” Sean answers, looking at each of us as if daring us to say he’s wrong. We all smirk whilst shrugging, knowing how much it will irritate Jasmine.

“There better not be any strippers, or I will not be held responsible-” I cut her off by taking her hand and pulling her from Sean so I can wrap an arm around her waist whilst threading my fingers into her hair before kissing her until she is left gasping for breath.

“Why would we have a stripper when we are coming home to you?” I ask, looking into her eyes. “Which room will you be in later, Angel?” Even after only a few drinks, I’m ready to lose myself in this woman.

“My room,” she answers, smiling. “Do you think you will be joining me? Or will you be too drunk?” I let her go as Maximus steps forward and pulls her into his arms to kiss her with as much passion as I did.

“I don’t think I could ever get drunk enough to stop myself from fucking you into next week,” he growls as Jasmine melts in his arms. He grins before turning her around so she faces Sean and Christian, who both look ready to skip tonight and spend it buried deep in our woman.

“Will you be our stripper, Princess? Can we get a lap dance when we get back?”

Jasmine grips the front of Sean’s shirt and pulls him close to her.

“If you behave tonight, I will give you more than a lap dance,” she whispers just before his lips slam into hers.

“How is a guy meant to refuse an offer like that?” he teases, then kisses her lightly. “I will be on my very best behaviour,” he adds with a wink before letting Christian finally get to our girl.

“Will you be behaving, Daddy?” she asks, fluttering her lashes and looking as sweet as honey.

“No one on this Earth could take my attention from you, Sweetheart. Each and every one of us is a one-woman man.” Christian lets his lips brush against hers as he grins. “And we all plan on getting back and fucking you to the point you won't even be able to walk tomorrow.” Not giving her a chance to reply, he briefly kisses her hard before smirking and walking towards the door. We all follow suit, knowing it will be killing her to watch us leave, knowing we won't be back for many hours and by that point, she will be ready for everything we throw at her and more.

“Don’t forget the no-touching rule, Shorty. We will know if you do,” Maximus warns before closing the door and shutting the four women in the sitting room.

“Well, that was fucking hot!” we hear Danielle exclaim as we walk away smiling.

The four of us make our way through the house, heading to the front door where Terry and a couple of guards are waiting for us.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Sean asks quietly.

“She has promised to call if she's not,” Christian answers.

“We all know she won’t though, she would be worried about ruining our night,” Maximus points out.

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