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The pregnancy hormones were real. And I’d been so sick for so long, goddammit, I was entitled to enjoy feeling well again, wasn’t I?
The guys were on me as soon as the doors closed. We were a mess of grabby hands and needy mouths, me switching between the two of them, the elevator dropping us down to who knew what floor. Not me, I was too lost to the moment to care.
The doors opened all too soon, and we broke away from each other, breathing hard.
“Where are we going?” I whispered frantically to them. “Should we just pull the emergency button on the elevator? This will do, won’t it?”
Vaughn cringed. “Only if you want a whole crew of firemen watching us fuck.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Could be hot.”
“Once a little demon, always a little demon.” Kian grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the elevator. “I know a place that’s more private.”
I glanced at Vaughn as Kian tugged us along. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”
He shook his head. “Nope, but we better get there quickly, because your ass in that dress, Roach…”
I lifted the skirt on the long dress and flashed my behind at him.
I was only wearing a tiny pair of lacy white panties that showed off half my ass cheeks.
He groaned, quickening the pace, the two of them practically dragging me along between them while I laughed. I had no idea where Fang, the third of my guys was, but there was no guilt in having some fun without him. That was how our relationship had always been and, in my opinion, the whole reason it worked. Sometimes I was with each man alone, sometimes it was Kian and Vaughn together, sometimes it was all three.
With four kids and a fifth on the way, we were all sleep-deprived and busy. So we took what we could get in stolen moments, like this one. Nobody got jealous. There was no room for that in a relationship we’d forged day by day, year by year.
We rounded a corner, passing by the open door where the reception was all set up, ready for the guests after the ceremony. I paused for a second, stunned by how beautiful it was. Polished floorboards, high ceilings with exposed beams, and a healthy dose of already twinkling fairy lights.
Kian stopped, looked both ways, shrugged, and then dragged me inside, Vaughn following behind, and shutting the doors.
There was nobody else in the grand room except the three of us.
I spun around and stared at them. “We cannot have sex here in the middle of the reception room.”
Vaughn cocked his head to one side, studying the bridal table with its pretty white flowers and perfectly placed linen napkins and cutlery. Everything was all laid out, ready for a party once the nuptials had taken place. “I don’t know. The thought of sweeping all that shit off that table and taking you right there in the middle of it is kinda hot.”
I elbowed him. “We cannot do that.”
Kian nodded, his gaze sweeping the room and coming to rest on the photo booth in the corner. He grinned. “Agreed. But that seems as private as a bedroom from where I’m standing.”
I had my doubts about whether all three of us would fit in there, but the room didn’t really offer any alternatives, and the longer we waited, the quicker we would have to be.
It was me who dragged them toward it.
Me who slid open the flimsy curtain.
Me who waited until they were squished in side by side with me crouched in front before I winked and hit the big green ‘take photo’ button.
A three second countdown started on the screen.
Vaughn gaped at me. “You did not.”
I grinned at the camera. “I most definitely did.”
A flash went off. I was pretty sure that photo would be of me grinning like a maniac and the two of them with their mouths hanging open in shock.
The flash snapped something in Vaughn though. The second countdown started, and Vaughn pulled me onto his lap, pushed down the spaghetti straps of my dress, and let the loose, flowing material pool around my waist.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my tits were on full display when the second flash went off.
