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Joy slides her arm around my waist, and I drop a kiss to the top of her head. “How about we get out of here?”

I look at Aldo and he shrugs. “The bride left half an hour ago, so I’m good.”

“Perfect,” I say, sliding my hand into Joy’s. “Because I’ve been dying to peel you out of this dress all evening.”

Masters groans, his hands moving to Joy’s hips. “Elevator. Now.”

“My room is on the sixteenth floor,” Aldo says, handing me his room key. “Let me go say goodbye to my folks and I’ll be right behind you. Don’t start without me.”

I grin, wiggling my eyebrows. “I make no promises, Rossi.”

He shoots me a glare as he walks away but I just shrug, still grinning, as we head to the elevator.

“Think we can all be naked by the time he gets done?” Joy asks, and Lane groans again from behind her, clearly using her to hide his arousal.

“You little fucking minx.” My grin widens. “No idea, love. But I’m more than willing to try.”

LANE

As we ride down to the sixteenth floor, I can’t manage to wipe the smile off my face. I’m not usually a big fan of weddings, but maybe that’s because my sisters’ were nothing like this. They were both stuffy, long-winded affairs filled with uncomfortable conversations and a band that had seen better days. This was classy. I’ve never really explored San Francisco, having only been here for meets since starting at Franklin West, but the view from the rooftop was spectacular and already has me itching to visit again.

It wasn’t just the view, though, or the incredible food or the great music and atmosphere. It was the people. And I don’t just mean the obvious. All of Aldo’s family and friends were so warm and accepting, it feels as though I’ve been welcomed into their fold. Honestly, I feel more at home with Aldo’s family than my own.

When I asked his mom to dance, I was a little nervous, but she was lovely. I could tell she was assessing everything I said, despite her warm smile, but I know it’s because Aldo is worth protecting. As soon as I told her how much her son means to me, she seemed to accept it as the truth. And it is the truth. He means the world to me. They all do.

Pulling Joy closer against me, I inhale her perfume and brush my nose against her silky hair. I’ve never imagined myself wanting anyone other than Joy. Even when I was forced to walk away, a little piece of me never gave up hope. But now, I can’t imagine myself without Aldo or Doug either.

“Is it bad that all I can think about is ways to mess with Aldo?” Joy whispers, even though it’s just the three of us in the elevator.

The doors ping open, and we step out into the plush, cream and black corridor.

“Yes,” Doug says with a huff. “You should be thinking about my dick.”

Joy smacks him in the chest and he yelps. “Not everything revolves around your dick.”

“Ooh. There’s an idea.” Doug stops in the middle of the hallway, his head cocked. “We haven’t tried revolving.”

Joy groans, and I turn, taking the two strides needed to backtrack to Doug and grip the front of his shirt, shoving him against the wall. His eyes widen in surprise, but I don’t give him time to open his smart mouth again. Capturing his lips, I kiss him senseless, my hands untucking his shirt and sliding up his sides, as my tongue claims his.

The scrape of Doug’s beard against my skin drives me crazy, and I love the way he feels different from Aldo beneath my fingers. Both men are sexy as hell, but each completely different. Doug groans against my mouth, his hips grinding to meet mine, when a cough sounds further down the corridor.

We break apart, breathing hard, just in time to see Joy disappearing inside a room a few doors down. Slapping Doug gently on the cheek, I push away and charge after her. He might have been the one to voice how much he’s been looking forward to getting her out of that dress, but he’s definitely not the only one who’s been thinking about it all night.

I catch the door just before it closes, pushing into the room with Doug just behind me. Joy turns from where she’s pulling the curtains closed, obscuring the view of the city, and I stalk toward her, Doug at my side.

“Oh, shit,” she breathes, her dark eyes wide as she looks between us, backing up a step.

My pulse kicks up a notch, and I start unbuttoning my shirt, moving slowly. “Nervous, JoyJoy?”

She shakes her head, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest betrays her, as does the way she swallows.

“What did you think, love?” Doug’s voice is like honey beside me. “Did you think you could walk around all day, looking like that, and not think you’d drive us out of our minds?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him start to flick open the buttons on his shirt, and I take a steadying breath, my dick already achingly hard in my pants. With both of us, cornering her like horny lions, I know there’s no way we can decide coherently who gets to take charge, so I bark out an order before I can think better of it. “Take off your dress.”

Joy’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, her eyes moving between the two of us, before reaching back to the zipper at the top of her spine. Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she turns her back to us as she pulls it down, exposing inch after inch of beautifully inked skin.Fuck, I love her.

The thought catches in my throat. I threw the ‘l’ word out there casually on the beach, but I meant it. I’ve always loved her. I can’t remember a time before I was in love with Joy Blake, and I don’t want to live in a world where I’m not. She’s perfection. She always has been.

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