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A throat clears, the noise loud and purposeful. Leo takes his time pulling away from me, dragging his plush lips up my jaw and placing a kiss on my neck, right underneath my ear.
A low cough belies the impatience of the man behind me.
My husband lifts his face from my neck and looks over my shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, old man. You’ll get your turn.”
I roll my lips inward at the attitude he gives Dante. It might be a little messed-up, but hearing them snark at one another releases some of the tightly-coiled anxiety inside my gut. Then again, I don’t think there’s anything conventional about our relationship and yet, it’s perfect.
“You’re taking too long, kid. You can’t hog her.”
Leo’s dark-green-eyed gaze meets mine, mischief stamped on his smirk and the sparkle in his eyes. “Nah, I think we all know that I’m excellent at sharing.”
The playful dig was meant for them but he never takes his eyes off of mine. The corner of his mouth hooking up in a smirk that tells me we’re both thinking of the same thing.
My cheeks heat as memories like a movie montage slip over my vision.
Leo inside my pussy as I deep-throated Aries. Riding Dante while Matteo fisted his cock with his gaze trained on the way he finger-fucked my ass.
I bite the inside of my cheek as lust swells inside of me, my blood singing with remembered passion. I look at my husband from underneath my lashes. “Always stirring the pot.”
He grins, totally unrepentant. “You love it.”
“I love you.”
His grin falls into a serious expression. “And I love you more than one person has any right to love another person, more than I ever thought I was capable of.”
I push onto my toes and press my lips against his.
Warmth seeps into the thin satin material of my dress. It’s a strapless sweetheart neckline that gathers in a soft A-line silhouette. The satin is smooth and slinky and just formfitting enough without being tight. It’s perfect, and I feel like some sort of Greek goddess in it.
My favorite seamstress, Dolores, just happened to have “the perfect white dress” when I called on a wing and a prayer. Either fate was making up for all the shit she dealt me the last few months, or one of my men alerted her before I even called. I’m sure they paid her an exorbitant amount to rush the order too.
Callused fingertips trail down my arm, a soft caress that leaves a path of goosebumps in its wake. Leo takes another step back, his touch slow to leave my skin. I release the hold on his charcoal gray suit jacket, but before my hand can land at my side, Dante’s warm palm catches it.
In two steps, he’s in front of me, sliding in the space between Leo and me. Impatience bleeds from his quick movements, as if he couldn’t possibly be pressed to wait another ten seconds for Leo to step back further.
He slides his free hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and joins our lips without pausing a beat.
“Well, now, that’s one way to take care of business, but it’s not exactly the right order of things.”
“Someone’s impatient today.” I giggle against Dante’s lips, the reprimand from a faux Elvis with his admittedly spot-on accent injecting some humor.
I feel him lift his shoulders up. “He was taking too long.”
“Eager to marry me, Mr. Esposito?”
He lifts our clasped hands between us. “Am I eager to bind you to me for all of eternity? I think you know how deep my devotion to you runs.”
He doesn’t have to spell it out. Visions of the warehouse flash before my eye, melding with the reverent way he brushes his mouth across my knuckles. The effect is overwhelming, but the softness of his lips on my skin grounds me.
My breath hitches, my heart swelling inside my chest, pushing at the too-small confines of my ribcage. Dante’s quiet devotion never fails to amaze me.
Elvis huffs next to us, the tinkling of his thick chain-link necklaces and rings break up our moment. “Ready?”
My cheeks hurt from the wide grin on my face. “Yes.”
We exchange vows and when Elvis pronounces us husband and wife, Dante slides one hand behind my neck and the other around the small of my back. In a surprising move, he pulls me against his body and dips me low. He swallows the squeal as he crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss more reminiscent of a romcom than a Las Vegas chapel.
Hoots and good-natured jeers fill the room as Dante kisses me like it’s the answer to every single one of his prayers. His fingertips brand themselves on my lower back, leaving behind his claim. I tighten my arms around his neck and inch my leg up higher around his hip. He takes nearly all of my weight as he explores my mouth.
