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"That'll have to do. For now," Jack murmurs, all of us breathing hard, dying to disappear into the woods for some privacy. We turn as one, gripping each other's hands, raising them in the air, celebrating a love that should have been impossible. Cheers go up as we race down the aisle arm in arm.

Orange streaks across the sky as the photographer takes his pictures, nothing posed, only candids of us in our post-nuptial haze. We let the music guide us to the reception, where we find that Isla has outdone herself, yet again. The studio is lit up from within by hundreds of candles, white tablecloths, crystal, and hydrangeas giving an ethereal feel to the space. A parquet dance floor is set up outside under the cafe lights strung through the trees. It feels like we've been transported to a court in some faraway fairy land.

"What do you think?" Isla asks, slipping between the guys to wrap her arm around my waist.

"Isla, you've truly outdone yourself. I owe you big time."

"We can talk about that when you get back. The boss just told me he's getting ready to retire and the bar is mine once he does. I'm going to need help giving it a facelift."

"What? Isla, that's so exciting!"

"Shh, you're going to jinx it. I'm not going to tell anyone else until the paperwork is signed." She swirls out in front of me, her dress swishing around her ankles, a huge smile on her face. "Ready to dance?"

Our first dance isn't traditional – how can it be when there are four of us? Instead, we choose to have all the guests join us on the dance floor as "At Last" floats in the air around us, and we all croon along. Wrapped in their arms, I know I've finally found the home I've been searching for.

"So, who's going to give me a hint about the honeymoon? When do we leave? Where are we going?"

Jack's chuckle slides over my skin like silk. "God, I can't fucking wait."

Lach checks his watch. "We leave in ninety minutes. We're going somewhere private and warm."

"That's all I get?"

"Oh, that's not all you're going to get," Cam whispers, his gaze raking over me like I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing.

Jack pulls me close, his lips against my ear. "We're going somewhere we don't have to wear clothes?—"

"—and you can scream as loud as you want when you come, and nobody will hear you," Cam finishes.

"And it has a playroom," Lach says nonchalantly, his poker face failing to hide the need burning in his eyes.

"A what, now?" I whisper, my jaw on the floor.

"Otherwise known as a sex dungeon. It's exactly what you think it is, mo chridhe. Get ready for the best seven nights of your life." Jack spins me around and presses me against a nearby tree, pushing his thigh between my legs as his lips devour mine.

Seven Nights. Three guys. One sex dungeon.

This is going to be the hottest honeymoon ever.

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