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“Will you marry us?”

Time seemed to slow as I stared at my six lovers and the ring. All different. All perfect. All mine. I knew, innately, that there was supposed to be a seventh on one knee before me as well. Like a mirage, I visualized Calax on the other side of Fallon, his gruff face uncharacteristically warm. My gentle giant. My enemy.

My best friend.

He nodded his head once, encouraging me to follow my heart.

Like any mirage, he dematerialized in a cloud of gray smoke.

The ring was a perfect representation of our relationship. As unconventional as being the lover of seven - six - men was. The gem in the middle was my birthstone, and the diamonds that sprouted from it like the legs on a spider represented each of my guys.

They hadn’t forgotten Calax, even though he was no longer with us. They knew he would always hold an irreplaceable piece of me.

“Yes,” I whispered softly. And then, louder, “Yes.”

The guys converged on me, kissing any bare skin they could find. I felt so loved in their arms. Safe. Protected.

My loves.

My boyfriends.

My soon-to-be husbands.

Mine.

* * *

Tamson

The others retired for the night to the rooms nearby, each pressing a kiss to Addie’s lips. While we all agreed we wanted to see where the group aspect of our relationship went, we knew now wasn’t the time. She was still fragile, still hurting, and despite her strength both physically and mentally, it wasn’t the time to test her.

Her eyes remained locked on the ring as she stripped out of her clothes. Declan had been the one to find the ring during his separation from Addie. When he’d showed it to us, we all knew that it was now or never. We loved her, and we wanted to spend the rest of our lives by her side.

It didn’t bother me that I would be sharing my wife with five other men. They weren’t just strangers, but my best friends. My brothers. They could protect her when I couldn’t, could offer her stuff I never could.

Heat rose to my cheeks as I took in her creamy, voluptuous skin. Her breasts barely covered by the scrap of material she called a bra. Her panties that showed more than they hid.

My cock was suddenly unbearably hard.

“This is a dream. A freaking dream. Am I Cinderella? Am I going to wake up at midnight and find myself back with my parents at the resort?” she murmured to herself.

Standing there in her bra and panties, hand extended as she looked at the ring, I had never been so turned on in my life. The ring was a symbol of our forever. Of the fact she was ours, mine, and we were hers.

She didn’t seem to know how fucking beautiful, how sexy, she truly was. I was intoxicated by her presence, lost in sensations only she had ever evoked from me.

Her head tilted in my direction before dipping lower. I didn’t even have time to cover the obvious tent in my boxer briefs - what I usually wore to bed - before she raised a single eyebrow.

Spinning completely, she placed both hands on her slender waist.

“Tamson,” she said softly. Sultry. Huskily. The noise sent heat straight to my cock. The beast was standing at attention, waiting for my command. “We haven’t had time to be together. Just the two of us.” She took a step closer, and I could’ve been mistaken, but I would’ve sworn she added an extra sway to her hips.

When she pressed her lips to mine in a teasingly slow kiss, I thought I would come in my pants.

Still, I clenched my hands into fists to keep from touching her.

“Addie…”

She must’ve heard something in my voice, for she pulled away abruptly and her eyes flashed with hurt. I hated that I was the one who did that to her. Again.