Page 57 of Endless Harmonies

Today is the day I get to marry my best friend. Hell, it’s the day we all marry Lennon O’Reilly. We decided that she’d be keeping her name, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t be getting immense pleasure when the wedding ring is slid onto her finger.

The alarm didn’t even have to go off this morning because we have tiny, hungry babies.

“Hmm, someone bring me the kids? I’m not awake yet,” Lenny grumbles. Smirking, I get up, losing my warm spot in bed with her to Turner.

We’re staying at a beautiful smaller hotel in St. Augustine that has a beach color scheme of light blue and white running throughout it. It sits right on the beach, and we’ll have a couple of days to enjoy it before going home. It may be a short honeymoon, but it’ll be incredible.

The hotel is so small that we are staying in half of their rooms. As Lennon settles with the twins propped up on a mountain of fluffy pillows, I set off to start coffee. We have a busy day, and Lenny will need it to tone down the ‘I’ll stab you if you talk to me’ vibe that she’s got going on right now.

It’s fine, I know how to tame my Valkyrie. Coffee brews, and warm, tone arms circle my body. Inhaling Turner’s scent, I wrap my arms around his. I would recognize the vine tattoos that twine around his fingers before crawling up his arms anywhere. His ink is beautiful, telling his part of our love story.

“Good morning,” he rumbles as he kisses my back. “Happy wedding day, Ror. This place is beautiful. Want to fuck around in the shower later? It’s huge.”

I snort as I remember how tiny the shower is in the tour bus. Dev had a blow out on the way down here, and I just brought him into the bathroom and held his stinky butt up to the shower head. It would have been so much easier if this had happened at home.

The hotel has a full sized kitchen, so I send Turner off with coffee for two and a promise to gag him with my cock in the shower. There’s nothing like having him on his knees in the morning. Especially when today will be the beginning of the rest of our lives.

Jordan is the event planner magician. There’s magically food in the fridge, so I begin making breakfast. I heard once that brides are at a higher risk of passing out on their special day because they are so busy, they forget to eat. That’s not happening today. Everything will be perfect.

Derek wanders out of the bedroom and kisses me before finding himself some orange juice. He leans against the wall and his throat works as he swallows. I’m having trouble paying attention to the food because he’s a sinful dream in low slung sweatpants and nothing else.

“Unless you want me to sink my cock into your tight ass, I suggest you get out of my kitchen,” I growl. Derek’s eyes widen before heat enters them as his hand with the glass lowers.

“Damn, what a way to start a wedding though. Will you call me a bad boy when you fuck me, Sir?”

I groan as I force myself to focus so I won’t burn the food. “Baby Boy, get the fook out of my kitchen. You’re not ready for me to fuck you raw,” I tell him.

I’m uncomfortably hard, and I wince as I adjust my cock in my boxers.

“Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers before hightailing it out of my space when I growl and pick up a wooden spoon.

“Damn brat,” I chuckle as he runs back to the safety of the bedroom. These men of mine would tempt the patience of a saint.

“Who is a brat?” Lenny asks, walking into the kitchen topless.

“This must be a dream where I’m allowed to fuck you on the kitchen counter,” I whimper.

The food is finally done, and I start to plate the breakfast potatoes, eggs, and chocolate chip pancakes.

“I’m sure anal at least is on the table by now,” she teases me as I shudder in need and my cock jerks. “I’m supposed to go to the doctor when we get back and get cleared.”

“Cleared for sex, who would have thought?” I grin as I hand her a plate. “Come eat, guys!”

Slowly, Turner, Orion, and Derek come out of the room. Devlin and Saira are in fresh clothes, awake and looking at everything. Derek easily helps me bring the plates to the table since he’s the only one with his hands free, and I notice I’m not the only one whose eyes drift to our beautiful girl who is innocently eating topless.

“You’re making me crazy,” Orion mutters, eyes on her tits as he eats. He loves to tease her until her letdown releases so he can lick the milk off of her. I can’t wait till we can fuck her while he drives her wild.

Fooking hell, all I can think about is sex.

Breakfast is inhaled, but all eyes are on Lenny the entire time. She acts blissfully ignorant, though there’s a small smile on her lips.

“The food was amazing,” she says with a happy moan. I do love that I can make sex noises come out of her without touching her. My girl loves food.

“I’m glad. Go get ready, I think Layla said she’d be coming by soon,” I tell her.

“Yeah, I have like twenty minutes,” she confirms. “My sister is taking me to get a massage, and then I’ll be in her room getting hair and makeup done while the babies nap in there.”

“I have bottles for the morning.” I shrug. “Off with you then. My hand has been feeling very twitchy and my cock is aching.”

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