Page 61 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

Despite Diesel being my official husband, we had a wedding ceremony with all four of us. It was beautiful, actually. It wasn’t a traditional wedding, and really, why would it have been? We didn’t have a traditional marriage.

We hired an officiant and we all went to the beach. I wore a simple, knee-length white dress. The boys had somebody set up the beach beautifully with a gorgeous white alter covered in red roses, and rose petals were scattered along the sand. We were all barefoot and we said our vows to each other, reaffirming what we’ve all known pretty much from the beginning: this relationship was for life. And we all planned to stay in it until death do us part.

My phone began to buzz in my pocket, and I turned to Ryker. “Oh, no… you better grab the baby,” I told him. He still hadn’t woken up. “I don’t want my phone to disturb him.”

He nodded and very gently and slowly took Xander from my arms. Once he did, I pulled out my phone and saw it was a call from my agent.

“I had better take this,” I told him.

“Yeah, of course. Go do your thing, honey,” he answered.

I hurried off to the side, so as not to disturb anybody. “Hello?” I picked up the phone.

“Good news!” my agent chimed in a sing-song voice. “I’ve got all the dates set for your book tour. It’s going to be from September 12th to the 30th, all around the country. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great,” I half-lied. I mean, it did sound great, but it also sounded like half a month away from my children and my husbands.

The guys had really encouraged me to do this. It was the third book I was publishing since we got together, and all were part of a polyamorous romance series.

It was hard to imagine there was ever a time where I was panicked about how my poly love story was going to be received. It ended up being my best-selling book ever. As it turned out, people were dying for a new kind of love story. The series had really taken off.

With my first two books, I’d been unable to go on a book tour. The first didn’t have a book tour because we didn’t know how well it was going to do, and the second, I had been pregnant and too exhausted to do it. Though the boys probably wouldn’t have let me travel anyway… They were too protective for that.

Now that I wasn’t pregnant, though, they really wanted me to go. They kept saying I should enjoy the fruits of my labor and have my time to shine. I really did want that. But I’d be sad leaving them for a few weeks.

“I’ve got all your hotel rooms booked, so you’re already good to go. You just have to make sure you’re packed, alright?”

“Right, of course.”

“And you know that you’re probably going to get a lot of questions about your personal life on this tour,” my agent warned. She knew I was in a polyamorous marriage. “You’re prepared for that, right?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

I was more than prepared for it… I was excited for it. My fans were clearly people who approved of my lifestyle, and I couldn’t wait to be surrounded by people who I knew would accept me exactly as I was and who appreciated the art that depicted my life.

“Great. I’ll be in touch soon,” she answered.

“Great, have a good one.”

I hung up the phone and heard the familiar, high-pitched, squeaky little voice of my oldest son. “Daddies!” he yelled.

I turned around to find that Axel and Diesel had come off the stage. Isaiah ran into Axel’s arms, and Axel scooped him up and spun him around as the other two laughed. Ryker stayed seated because the baby was still quietly sleeping in his arms.

I had to stare at them for a moment before I walked over. I always wanted to soak up moments like this. Moments when we were all together, enjoying life, making the best of the beautiful gift of our marriage.

Diesel caught my eye and smiled. I walked over to all of them, and he immediately pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead.

“You know, we couldn’t have done this without you,” he said softly as he put his arm around me.

I laughed. “Oh, come on. I didn’t do much.”

“You motivated us,” Axel said. “Without you, we never would’ve cared about expanding.”

“He’s right,” Ryker added in a soft voice. “You’re our muse, our motivation. You and the kids, of course.”

I grinned. “Well, you guys are my muses too.”

“Who called?” Ryker asked.

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