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Hunter lifts her, and I pull her to her feet. She trembles. Hunter grips his cock, stroking. “I’m assuming we’re only allowed to come in your mouth today?”

“Yes,” she trembles as she answers him. “That’s the rule.”

“You shouldn’t make rules just to break them,” Lief says.

He’s been watching. I’m sure of that based on how frustrated he looks. Not to mention, he’s naked. Valerie pants as she glances at him. She swallows. “I ... this isn’t a rule I can break.”

“Oh yes you can,” Hunter and I disagree.

Still, Lief grabs her hips, pulls her feet out of the shower and thrusts into her, bending her over so she takes Hunter down her throat. Lief strokes her back as Hunter fists her hair. Valerie’s loud all the same, moaning and panting. Lief adjusts and fucks her faster, setting the pace she uses to blow Hunter.

“Fuck, such a good morning,” Hunter moans.

“We will not manage any kind of meeting in the morning with her,” I chuckle.

I finish my shower just as Valerie finishes with Hunter. She nearly falls when Lief lightens his hold. Rather than returning her to the shower, he carries her to bed. I glance over as I pull my pants on. Valerie rolls onto her belly to blow Lief.

He swats her ass, but Hunter fixes that. He gives her a hard swat and chuckles. “Naughty girl.”

Her reply is muffled around Lief’s cock as he takes control, fucking her mouth the way she likes it. He shakes, groans, then comes, bracing himself on Valerie’s lower back as he softens his breathing and the light grunts that follow every little move of his hips.

“We’re marrying the best woman possible,” I say to Hunter as he gets dressed.

“I agree, but can you say it a little softer? Coming doesn’t fix a hangover,” he whispers.

I chuckle and Valerie pants. Lief picks her up. “Let’s go. I have demands.”

“Viking, you just ... what else could you ... ugh, no!” she complains as Lief picks her up and carries her to the bathroom. “I’ll make sure she gets back to her bridesmaids.”

I hear water falling again and then Valerie. “You were serious?”

“You’re the only one I let do this. Not even my mother gets to,” he answers.

I share a look with Hunter and he peeks in. I follow, and we see Valerie stroking through Lief’s hair, washing it.

“You wouldn’t let her braid your hair?” Valerie asks before kissing Lief’s back.

“No, pet. Only you.”

“What a softie. Are you sure that’s the guy who used to carry out hits?” Hunter asks.

“I can hear you,” Lief calls. “Want to talk about how we fought over Valerie’s attention last night, or are you two going to your last tux fitting?”

Hunter huffs. “Someone isn’t satisfied with one orgasm.”

Before Lief can follow up on that, Hunter hurries downstairs to make coffee. Valerie whispers something to Lief and strokes his back. A part of me is still jealous she’s marrying him on paper and taking his last name, but I know it makes sense.

Lief comes down a little later with his hair dried and a braid flowing in his hair just behind his ear. Valerie sighs. “Alright, I have to get back to the girls. No over-drinking today. We all have to look nice for tomorrow.”

“And we’re not seeing you again until tomorrow?” I’m guessing.

She kisses me. “You got more out of me today than you were supposed to.”

“Won’t change the fact you’re not leaving the wedding venue until we’ve all had our way with you,” Hunter says.

She blushes and takes a few deep breaths. “I can’t believe we did it. We’ve made it here. Minimal problems, all issues resolved, no one hurt.”

“Just like you promised me,” I remind her, pulling Valerie close and kissing her. “Stop jinxing our wedding. Wait until we all get down the aisle.”

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