“I hate to spoil the mood,” Samuel says after a pause, “but it’s time for me to head for the airport.”
My stomach tightens. By this time tomorrow, the ceremony will be over. I don’t have any doubts about the men, or even any of our guests, not really; there’s just the lurking fear that something will go wrong, because I don’t deserve to be this happy.
We pack everything away, climb back up to our vehicle, and drive home. Samuel and Caleb go to the airport, and I pace around the house, unable to settle. “What time is our reservation at the Beachcomber?” I ask.
“Seven o’clock,” Xavier says. “That gives Sam’s family time to settle in, and everyone else time to do some touristy stuff if they want.”
I blink at him. “They’re all coming?” Of course they are. Why else would we have an entire room? “Don’t mind me. I can’t focus.”
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, grazing his lips across the back of my neck. When I shiver, he says, “How about we relax you a little.”
I’m usually game for pretty much anything, but right now I feel too keyed up to properly appreciate their efforts. “That’s all right. You don’t have to do anything.”
James skims his fingers over my cheek. “You sure? You know we like taking care of you.” I hesitate, torn, and Xavier’s thumbs find a knot in my back muscles.
I tip my head back and let out a groan. “Maybe a quick massage.”
“Whatever you say.”
Of course, they have me lie on the bed, since we don’t have a massage table. And as they gently work out all the tension in my body, my clothing gradually disappears, until their hands are stroking my bare skin. When Xavier brushes his fingertips along my inner thigh, I shiver again, and the men ease me onto my back.
James smooths his hands along my upper body, while Xavier settles between my thighs. He rubs his stubble gently against the sensitive skin there, making me moan, then kisses the inflamed flesh, flicking his tongue over it.
I start to squirm, and he slides his hands under my ass, tilts my pelvis up, and starts to feast. Patiently, almost delicately, his tongue and lips and teeth lick and suck and nibble, increasing my arousal gradually, like a glider rising higher in the sky.
James is giving my breasts the same skilled treatment, and between their combined efforts, it’s like my body goes from zero to thirty, very slowly, and then suddenly jumps to seventy. I let out a gasp, and both men double down on their intensity.
Xavier has a finger hooked inside me while he sucks my clit, curling against my g-spot, and my body revs up to a hundred and twenty. His teeth put the slightest pressure on my swollen tip, and it sends me soaring, my hips bucking violently, pushing me against his mouth.
The men ease back. “Feel better?” James asks.
“Don’t go.” Part of me feels languid and lazy, but another part is hungry, craving more, always more of them. “I want you both inside me.”
Xavier drops a final kiss on my swollen folds. “As you wish.” He retrieves the lube from the nightstand, and a few minutes later, I’m once again in the middle of my favorite kind of sandwich.
The men try to take their time, stroking in and out of me like they’ve got nowhere else to be for the rest of their lives, but it’s not long before my urgency transmits itself to them, and they speed up. Xavier reaches around to stroke my still-sensitive clit, and it sends me into an even more powerful orgasm than usual.
I climax repeatedly before the men finally follow me over the edge, both of them filling me with their hot cum.
“Thank you.” As we cuddle afterward, I bring Xavier’s hand to my mouth and kiss it, then do the same to James’ chest. “I feel much better now.”
“We aim to please,” James says lightly.
“Your aim is excellent.”
***
We get to the restaurant early, so that we can greet our guests as they arrive. By the time we’re all seated for dinner, there are more than thirty of us. Seeing so many smiling faces, hearing their animated conversations, my nerves melt away.
Caleb was right; it’s all going to be fine. Love is the strongest force in the universe, and the family we’re making together has it in abundance.
The restaurant lives up to every bit of its reputation, with stellar service and even better food. We linger until closing time, leave an enormous tip for the dedicated waitstaff, and wander out onto the street to say our goodnights.
That’s when I notice the flash of a camera in the waning light. “Paparazzi at ten,” I murmur to Samuel.
“Want us to get rid of them?”
“They’ll just come back.” We’ve talked about this. Though we didn’t publicize the ceremony, there’s a certain amount of ongoing interest in us because of the show, so it’s not surprising that word has leaked.
We even got several advance requests from various media outlets for exclusive rights to cover the ceremony, if and when we had one. We talked about whether to do that in an effort to control the coverage, but in the end, we turned them all down.
Unlike some of the other people who’ve been on For Keeps, we don’t really care what social media thinks of us, or what our narrative is. We just want to live our lives in peace. No doubt there will be some grainy photographs published, but we don’t really care.
We wander down the main boulevard, then duck down a side street and escape back to our house. It’s late, we’re tired, and we’ve got a big day tomorrow, so we all tumble into our giant custom-made bed and sleep.
***
My first inkling that morning has arrived is a bright beam of sunlight hitting me in the face. I blink my eyes open and squint.
“Sorry,” Caleb says, letting the curtain fall closed. “Just checking the weather.”
“What time is it?”
“Nine o’clock.”
“Nine? The ceremony’s at ten!” I throw back the covers and jump out of bed.
“The ceremony’s happening in our yard.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me on the forehead. “You needed your rest.”
He’s not wrong, about any of it. I give him a smacking kiss on the mouth. “Thank you for always looking out for me.”
“It’s my privilege,” he says, and the fact that he means it, really means it, has me getting all misty-eyed again.
“I have to get ready.”
“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.”
I’m not really hungry, but I know I need to eat at least a little, so I go down and have some fresh fruit and coffee. Bianca shows up with my mom, and they help me get dressed and do my hair.
We’re keeping things informal. What matters are the words we say to each other, the truth of them in our hearts, and the people here to share this moment with us. Instead of a wedding dress or a formal gown, I’m wearing a beautiful summery dress with a loose, flowing skirt that complements my coloring.
The men have been busy setting up our big tent – to give us some privacy from tourists and media types – and getting everyone seated, so by the time I’m ready, I haven’t seen them for a little while. I send Mom and Bianca out, and then step through the French doors that lead to our side yard.
All of my carefully-rehearsed plans immediately vanish in a rush of gleeful shock.
“Brad! And Brad! You’re here!” I rush over to the men who followed their own romantic journey at the same time as mine, who found each other on the show. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
Brad M. gives me a big hug. “We wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m so glad you could make it.” I hug his husband too, and then look to where my men are waiting for me, grinning, in chinos and colorful shirts, and blow them a kiss.
And then I walk down the path that leads to my forever.
© Stephanie Brother 2021
