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I was sure it was going to leave a bruise that my spaghetti straps likely wouldn’t cover, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. If I was walking down the aisle with his mark on me and his cum between my thighs, then I would be the proudest woman in the room.
Vaughn came a moment later. One hand yanking back Kian’s hair so he could claim his mouth, the other hand tangled around mine, our fingers interlocked.
I watched them kiss in the reflection of the glass in front of us and relished in the fact these two beautiful men, who loved each other just as much as they loved me, were both mine.
They’d given me children. Love. Their bodies. Their hearts.
And I’d given them mine.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Kian drew his mouth away from Vaughn’s, and they both grinned at me.
Vaughn squeezed my fingers. “You want to get married sometime?”
Kian cocked his head, waiting for my answer, as if Vaughn spoke for both of them.
I grinned at them and leaned in to kiss them both. “Sometime.”
The four of us, Fang included, had spoken about it before, without any real urgency, because we already had everything we needed and we didn’t need a wedding to prove it.
But maybe watching our friends tie the knot today would change our minds.
I caught sight of the expensive-looking watch on Vaughn’s wrist and winced. “Shit. Speaking of weddings, we’re going to miss this one if we don’t get moving.”
I pulled up my dress, fitting my tits back in place, and Kian pushed the spaghetti straps back up on my shoulders.
We practically fell out of the booth, a tangle of arms and legs and kisses, all three of us trying to get our clothes on straight.
I laughed when I saw the multiple strips of photos that had spilled over onto the polished wooden floorboards. There was at least a dozen of them. I bent and scooped them all up, slapping a hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter.
“Holy shit. We made a porno in a photo booth.”
They leaned over my shoulders, peering at the images that were so freaking hot I was considering dragging the guys back inside the booth to do it all again. I pointed out one in particular where Kian looked really damn fine and was in the middle of teasing him about it going in my spank bank when Vaughn cleared his throat.
“Ah, guys?”
I laughed at him. “Don’t worry, there’s some really hot ones of you too.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that. Did either of you notice this?”
I glanced his way. He was pointing to something written on the side of the photo booth.
My gaze flickered across the text, and my mouth dropped open. “No!”
Kian was the last to read it. He choked on a laugh. “The bride and groom get a digital copy of all photo booth photos at the end of the night…”
I stared down at the strips of very indecent photos we’d taken. “Happy wedding day, Bliss,” I said to the empty room, unable to fight back the laughter. “I hope you like our gift.”
2
BLISS
My hair was curled in long, auburn waves that fell down my back. A veil had been pinned in, which was a tad ridiculous with the silky white bathrobe Mae had bought for me. My makeup was on point. My bridesmaids chattered, already in their dresses, a buzz of excitement in the air.
And I needed a freaking minute.
Rebel, with pink flushed cheeks and an unusual grin on her pixieish face, clapped her hands together. “Time for the dress, Bliss!”
