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Story: Climbing Everest
Then I’m standing inches from the only three humans on this planet who will ever truly know me, inside and out.
Kato had originally asked the clergy who worked for this church to officiate, but I’d changed it. It feels sacrilegious enough to hold this wedding in a church; no reason to compound that feeling by having a man of God oversee a wedding of this type when everyone in attendance knows I’m marrying three men.
So, instead of a man of the cloth, I had one of Kato’s men get ordained. His job is solely to stand there while we exchangevows, then declare us married. Oh, and sign the wedding certificate to make this whole thing legal.
Fucking finally.
I’ll be honest – the ceremony kind of flew by like a dream.
But now…now it’s time to party.
Kato surprised me with a limo – with reinforced panels and bullet proof glass, of course – so he had Karo take the SUV home for the night.
Maddox grabs me and drags me onto his lap while I protest and giggle at the same time. “Wait! You’re going to tear the train!”
“You said it comes off. I was just checking to see if the rest of this comes off as easily,” he says as he dips his fingers into my cleavage and tugs gently. No way would he risk ripping it and exposing me to everyone.
Doesn’t mean he’s not going to take every chance possible to cop a feel, and maybe have a backseat limo quickie on our way to the reception.
I’m not exactly against the idea, but I don’t think he or the other two realize how difficult it is to adjust this dress to pee, let alone hike it up enough for them to position themselves between my thighs.
“Madd!” I squeal when he tries to shove a hand down the front of my dress. “I’m getting tangled up in my veil!”
I can’t stop giggling, even when I hear the telltale ripping of the delicate fabric. Luckily, it’s only the veil tearing and not the dress. I contemplated bringing a backup to party in, but once I remove the veil and adjust the train, this dress will be comfortable to move around the room and dance.
If he keeps pawing at me, we’ll have to make a detour to a store and be late to our reception so I can find something else to wear.
“Dude. You’re going to hurt her,” Brix says as he unwinds the snake of lace and tulle from around my ankles.
With a put upon sigh – and the cutest fake pout in the world – Maddox finally releases me and helps me slide to my own seat.
Technically, he wasn’t hurting me. I mean, had I tried to step out when we got to the hall, yeah, I might have twisted my ankle or something, but I was more worried about being late. Especially with so many people waiting for us.
That and I’m starving. I snacked this morning and a little this afternoon, but I haven’t had a full meal since dinner last night. My nerves were getting to me.
Not that I was nervous about getting married. I was nervous about something going wrong like the musicians not showing up or the florist being late. Typical planning jitters.
How the hell could I be nervous about getting married when I’ve been waiting for this day since I realized the butterflies in my stomach any time I thought about one or all three of these guys was my first hint I’d fallen in love?
I keep twirling the ring around my finger and I notice Kato is doing the same.
A frown draws my brows together when I look at Madd’s and Brixton’s hands. “You guys don’t have rings.”
They look at me with confusion.
“We have rings,” I say, waving my hand between Kato and me, “but I married all three of you.”
“We can wear rings if you want some physical representation of ownership,” Maddox teases.
“It’s not that. I mean, maybe it’s a little of that. I just want the world to know you chose me as much as I chose you.”
Maddox turns his attention to Brix. “What about your buddy?”
“Nico?”
How the hell did Brix catch on to Madd’s line of thought with a four worded question?
More importantly, are they suggesting getting rings tattooed on their fingers? I mean, yeah, they carry the scarred initial of my name, and I carry a humongous tattoo of their initials, but…
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