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Stryker’s next, a deep snarl leaving him as he pulls out of my mouth and shoots ropes of his hot sticky cum on my tongue. I swallow what I can, and what escapes my mouth, I quickly reach up with my thumb and push it back in. “Such a little cum slut,” King growls, giving me two quick and hard thrusts before he cums inside me. I can feel his dick spasming, and it makes me mewl in pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s weird. You just came on my dick!” Alexie voices as he thrusts his hips once more before stilling, his cum coating my inner walls as well. I’m still lost in the black abyss of my pleasure and the feel of my own high. King and Alexie pull out of me, and their cum follows, dripping down my lower lips and thighs. I roll off of Alexie opposite of Conrad, just laying there, eyes closed, exhausted.

I can hear rustling and mumbled whispers around me, but I pay all of it no mind. What just happened was incredible, and I can’t wait to do it again. The door shutting has me cracking an eye open, noticing the room is empty of my men. Katia saunters over in her little black dress with heat in her eyes. “I know you’re tired, baby. But you just made me watch you be pleasured in the most perfect ways, and now I want to come. Will you be a good girl and make me come?” She’s right, I am tired, but her bossy words have a small fire lighting in my belly, and while I know I can’t possibly come again, I want to bring her pleasure. I nod my head with a smile.

“Such a good girl, Natalia. Now eat my pussy, and let me coat your face in my cream,” she purrs, and I whimper. Katia has really flourished this last month. She is still reserved around the guys, but when it’s just the two of us, she is like this; bossy and demanding what she wants. I can’t help but love every fucking moment of it.

She hikes her dress up over her hips, revealing that she doesn’t have any no panties on. Her light brown curls glisten with how wet she is. Climbing up on the chaise, she straddles my face, her pussy hovering over my mouth. I lean up and lightly flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, moaning at the taste of her. Katia wastes no time putting her full weight on me and grinding against my mouth. I lap and suck on her clit, drawing loud moans from her.

Wrapping my arms up and around her thighs, I pull her tighter to me as I pull her bundle of nerves between my teeth. I unleash my tongue on her, moving my tongue up and down quickly on her little nub while grinding her pussy down on my face harder with my hands. She reaches down and tangles her hands in my hair, fucking my face at a rapid pace. I hum against her folds, and she tightens her hold on my head with her thighs. I can barely breathe, but I’m too lost in the taste of her cum to care as she screams her release into the room. I swallow as her cream drips into my mouth, and she rolls off of me, kissing me.

“Mmmm, you taste like me,” she coos. I smile against her lips, and she whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always have, always will. I love all those knuckleheads outside too. I’m excited to start this next part of our lives. Together, no matter what. That’s all I want,” I tell her. Then I finally close my eyes and fall asleep to the sounds of her whispering.

“I kinda love them all too. Our family is perfect.”

Epilogue Part Two

Nat

“Mayday!Mayday!”Marcela'svoicecomes over our coms. She sounds frantic, and I’m getting concerned about what could be going wrong.

“What’s happened?” I ask her, but she doesn’t reply right away, and I start to think about the worst-case scenarios. “Marcela?” I ask. Not getting a reply, I call her a few more times.

“We’re okay,” she replies, finally coming back to me. Well, now I’m slightly annoyed because she’s been doing this on and off all day. We’ve been forced to wear our coms for our delicate mission today, and Marcela has popped on in a panic, only to reply a few minutes later that everything is fine. She’s becoming the woman who cried wolf, but it hasn’t stopped my heart from skipping a beat every time she issues an emergency call.

“What was it this time?” I ask her while trying to sound annoyed so she knows these so-called emergencies are getting out of hand. We all have roles today, and they’re making it hard to get mine done.

A huff sound flows through the coms, and I can tell that Marcela is also getting run through the wringer with crisis after crisis. Technically, there haven’t been any crises, and knock on wood, it stays that way. “Apparently, my dress is lapis, but the coordinating pocket square for King looks cobalt.” You can practically hear her eyes rolling as she tells me about the shades of blue.

Everyone has been all hands on deck the past few months, helping plan for this day, and we’ll all be damned if BJ’s wedding doesn’t go off without a hitch. With everyone helping as much as they can, she’s been able to relax more leading to this day, but now she’s been freaking out every couple of minutes, wanting it to be perfect.It will be fucking perfect.

The rest of the day continues with minor emergencies if you could even call them emergencies. For instance, the altar has to be shifted two feet to the left to make sure the water fountain is in perfect view for pictures. Alexie is in prime form, making sure that whatever BJ wants, she gets.

Everything is perfect. We all stand at the front as BJ walks down the aisle. She is beaming the entire time, and as I steal a glance at Lane, he has a glimmer of tears pooling in his eyes.Poor Lane. If he even steps out of line an inch, he’ll have Alexie, and really all of us, to deal with.

Lane and BJ say their ‘I do’s as butterflies are released around them. She really does have a flare for the dramatics. The men are on their best behavior since BJ threatened them if anything they did took away from her day. King and Alexie refrain from making any silly bets that we’re aware of anyways. The guys struggle to keep their hands to themselves, and at one point, Stryker tries to usher me into a back hallway, but I swiftly remind him about BJ’s ultimatums if our hair or clothing gets messed up. He gives me the most pathetic puppy dog face and returns to the reception utterly defeated.

None of that stops us from partying the night away. The DJ calls for the garter toss, and that is when the guys throw caution to the wind. Who exactly won? We’ll never know because, between Alexie, King, Conrad, and Stryker, the poor silky piece of fabric was ripped into pieces. I’m sure they’ll argue over who the real victor is for years to come.

When it’s time for the bouquet toss, I refuse to go on the floor. I have everything I could possibly need in this room. Life is absolutely perfect, and an overly colorful cluster of flowers isn’t going to add anything to it. Instead, I stand to the side at a tall table with Katia and Marcela as we watch the other ladies scramble for position on the floor.

We stand there watching as the rainbow-colored bouquet flies through the air. The women on the floor leap and jump around as the bouquet goes in a completely different direction. Next thing I know, the bouquet is getting bigger and bigger as it flies in our direction. I need to move, to dive out of the way, but I feel frozen as the streak of colors gets closer.Smack!Right into my chest as though I’ve been shot, and various petals fly into the air as it bounces off my chest.

Laughter erupts beside me as I turn in horror to see Marcela and Katia pointing and laughing. I hear the clatter of heels rushing toward me as BJ bumbles over. “I’m so glad it was you!” she shouts at me. “Now, you’re the next to get married.”

Married?I never really believed in all that wedding superstition. Plus, did I ever see myself being married? It’s not something that has crossed my mind before. I also didn’t think you can have multiple husbands and a wife in the state of Illinois.Why am I even considering this? How would that even work?

Instead of worrying about it now, I turn back to BJ, who is now holding out the bouquet for me to take.Fuck it!I grab the bouquet from her and raise it in the air, shouting, “Hell yeah!” as I hold it proudly over my head. The crowd erupts into cheers as I see my guys across the floor cheering as well. They’re all looking at me like hunters stalking their prey, as though they now have a new mission in mind.Don’t get any ideas of making me a blushing bride just yet.

The rest of the evening is filled with drinks and dancing. I’m never short of a dance partner and even had more than one at times. Our team stays until the very end.

The guys start loading the gifts into the car. BJ asks Lane to open the gifts now, but he tells her they need to get some rest and that everyone will come to their house tomorrow to help. She groans but returns to the middle of the dance floor, where Marcela, Katia, and I are all swaying as the last of the music plays.

“Oh, looks like the boys forgot one,” BJ exclaims as she walks over to a gift sitting in her chair. “Clearly, this one is meant to be opened because they left it right in front of my chair,” her face lights up as she sneaks over to the gift. “Maybe it's a surprise gift from Lane. Why else would it be here and not on the gift table?”

No one stops her, and Marcela actually eggs her on. “Open it,” she tells her.

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