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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ally

The day is finally here, and I wake up feeling like a tightly wound spring, ready to burst with excitement.

The soft chime of the alarm fills the room, stirring us all awake. I’m tucked snugly between Brooks and Tyler, while Nick is sprawled out on the other side.

Nick groans, but in true fashion, he’s the first to roll out of bed. “Shower’s calling,” he mutters, running a hand through his messy blonde hair as he heads for the bathroom.

Tyler, on the other hand, buries his face in the pillow, mumbling something about needing five more minutes.

I laugh softly as Brooks pulls me closer, his arm draped over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck.

“Coffee?” Brooks murmurs sleepily.

“Yes, please,” I reply, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Reluctantly, Brooks sits up and stretches, heading for the kitchen, leaving me with a very stubborn Tyler. I grin, slipping out of bed to sneak into the bathroom where Nick is showering.

Steam fogs the mirror, and the hot water splashes against the glass shower door.

“Room for one more?” I ask teasingly, stepping in.

Nick laughs, pulling me into his arms under the warm spray, and for a moment, everything feels absolutely perfect and laidback. Just another morning, even though it isn’t.

The morning buzzes with activity as we all get dressed. My dress is carefully packed in its garment bag, and the boys are dashing in their suits, looking like they’ve stepped straight out of a magazine.

Tyler, as usual, grumbles about how uncomfortable ties are, while Brooks ties his perfectly with a practiced hand and pops it into the bag so it’s ready for the ceremony..

The sound of the van pulling into the driveway sends a thrill through me. Our bags are loaded into the trunk, and the driver holds the door open as we all pile into the spacious back seat.

There’s some protected sorting out to do as we get the babies sorted out in the van.

I tickle Elise and she giggles while Brooks deals with a whiny moment from Derek that is resolved with a quick offer of a snack and a new toy.

The second the door shuts, I feel a surge of affection from the boys.

Nick leans in first, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Tyler follows, nipping playfully at my neck, and Brooks captures my lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

I catch the driver’s surprised glance in the rearview mirror and smirk, the exhilaration bubbling inside me even more.

As the van speeds toward the airport, the air between us grows charged. Soft touches, lingering gazes, and stolen kisses make the ride feel intimate and daring.

It’s hot, electric, and I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

The driver’s abrupt, “We’re here, guys!” jolts us back to reality.

The four of us exchange sheepish glances, cheeks flushed, before spilling out of the van. Grabbing our bags and the babies and all their things, we make our way into the bustling airport, where the excitement of the day continues to build.

Security is a breeze since we’re early, despite having three little children with us, and we breeze through the expedited line. Tyler jokes about getting patted down, earning an eye roll from Nick.

Once through, we find our gate and settle into the plush waiting area for first-class passengers.

Boarding begins, and we’re among the first to file onto the plane. The first-class cabin is extravagant, with wide reclining seats, pillows, and soft blankets.

It feels luxurious, and I sink into my seat, the boys flanking me, each of them looking as thrilled as I feel.

We settle the children among us for now, knowing that we will probably have to shuffle them around throughout the flight to ensure they’re happy.

The flight takes off smoothly, and the cabin settles into a quiet hum. I enjoy the view of the clouds out the window for a moment before getting up to stretch my legs and head to the bathroom.

The cramped space is just big enough for me to move around, and I use the moment to freshen up.

As I’m washing my hands, my phone buzzes with a text from Tyler.

Want to join the mile-high club?

My heart skips a beat, and I quickly type back.

Yes.

Barely a minute passes before there’s a knock on the door.

I open it, and Tyler steps inside, closing it behind him with the smooth confidence only he can pull off.

“Just me,” he says, a grin playing on his lips before capturing mine in a passionate kiss.

The thrill of it sends a rush through my veins, and I melt into him, the noise of the plane muffled outside our little secret sanctuary.

The plane lands smoothly, and as we step off into the warm Cabo air, the heat and humidity wrap around me like a comforting blanket.

The sun is dazzling, the sky a brilliant blue, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air.

The babies are quiet, probably a bit shell shocked from their first plane experience, but I’m not complaining about the quiet.

A cab pulls up, and we all pile in, our bags squeezed into the trunk. The driver smiles warmly, welcoming us in Spanish as we settle in for the ride to the resort.

As we drive, he asks about the triplets, telling Brooks, who speaks Spanish, all about his own children.

Brooks tells us that our driver has six kids and that he hopes we will have many, many more precious babies. He also tells us that babies are the joy of life and I frankly couldn’t agree more.

The streets we drive through are alive with energy. Brightly colored buildings line the roads, their stucco walls painted in shades of orange, pink, and yellow.

Vendors shout cheerfully, selling everything from fresh fruit to handcrafted jewelry, their stalls brimming with vibrant colors.

The scent of sizzling meat and spices wafts through the open cab window, making my stomach rumble.

We arrive at the resort, and my breath catches.

The entrance is grand, with towering columns and cascading bougainvillea framing the doors. Beyond it, I catch a glimpse of the private beach, golden sands meeting turquoise water.

As we check in, the receptionist hands us refreshing towels and glasses of cold, citrus-infused water.

Our suite is nothing short of spectacular. The large, luxury space opens up to reveal floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the ocean.

A spacious living area, a full kitchen, and a dining space make up the main area. Two bedrooms, one master with a king-sized bed and another with two queen beds, offer plenty of space, though we all know we’ll be squeezing together anyway.

The balcony offers a breathtaking view of the ocean, the sound of waves crashing just below. The second bedroom is cozy but elegant, with its own balcony and charming views of the resort’s lush gardens.

The hotel has graciously set up three pack-and-plays for us in the second room. It couldn’t be more perfect because the triplets have fallen asleep.

All this travel has clearly been a lot for them. Each one of my men scoops up a baby and tucks them in for a nap.

As soon as the door closes behind them, the boys waste no time. Tyler pulls me close, his lips finding my neck, while Nick and Brooks slide their hands beneath my dress.

We christen the master suite, leaving no corner untouched before collapsing together in bliss.

A few hours later, we’re at the resort’s bar and grill, sitting at a shaded outdoor table. The air is cooler now, but still warm, and the scent of grilled seafood mingles with salt from the sea.

The boys are relaxed, each nursing a drink as we wait for our guests to arrive.

Nick and Tyler are the best at getting the kids to eat, and they take shifts encouraging the babies to have their own dinner and to be compliant and mellow while we wait.

My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen. Messages from my dad, Kenzie, and Jinx confirm their arrival. I smile and wave them over as they appear on the walkway.

My dad strides forward, his face lighting up when he sees me. Kenzie and Jinx follow, their excitement palpable.

“Ally!” my dad exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug. His embrace smells of cologne and warmth, and I feel a wave of nostalgia hit me.

Kenzie and Jinx hug me next, their chatter filling the air as they coo over how beautiful the resort is and how excited they are for the ceremony.

The boys join the hugs, their charm immediately winning over my dad, who shakes their hands firmly.

For half an hour, we laugh and chat, the atmosphere filled with warmth and goodwill. Then, it’s time to part ways.

Kenzie and Jinx head up to the suite with me and the children, while the boys head off to my dad’s room to get ready.

The suite is bustling with activity as we prepare. Three masseuses arrive first, their skilled hands ready to work out every knot and bit of tension in our muscles.

They chat with Jinx, who speaks a little Spanish, as she watches the kids.

They offer Jinx a massage as well, but she shakes her head and tells them she doesn’t do that kind of “girly” stuff. We all laugh.

The scent of lavender oil fills the air, and I feel myself melting into the massage table, the gentle music playing in the background lulling me into relaxation.

Next, three nail technicians set up in the room to work on us, their stations neatly arranged with bottles of polish in every color imaginable.

Finally, a hairstylist and makeup artist arrive, transforming the room into a mini salon. My hair is styled into soft waves, a delicate seashell clip securing it to one side.

My makeup is luminous, with shimmering highlights and a subtle coral lip that perfectly complements my gown.

They even manage to get Jinx’s obscenely red hair with it’s punk cut into something that looks like a wedding style.

She frowns at herself in the mirror for a moment, and I think she might protest, but then she grins and takes out her phone to take some pictures.

“Who knew I could actually look like this,” she says with a little bit of wonder as she admires her hair and makeup.

“You look really pretty,” Kenzie says.

Jinx giggles. “Don’t get too used to it,” she shoots back, but I can tell she’s pleased with the compliment.

When I slip into my dress, a fitted mermaid gown with intricate beading and seashell lace, I hardly recognize myself in the mirror.

The fabric hugs my figure, and the flowing train adds an ethereal touch. Jinx and Kenzie gasp, their faces lighting up as they take me in.

“You look like a mermaid princess,” Jinx says, her voice full of awe.

“Like a fairytale,” Kenzie adds, pulling me into a hug.

Tears prick my eyes as I hug them back. In this moment, everything feels perfect.

As Kenzie, Jinx, and I make our way to the outdoor wedding venue with the babies in their stroller, my heart feels heavy despite the joy of the day.

I clutch my bouquet tightly, the soft petals brushing my fingertips as I glance toward the sky, thinking of my mom. A lump forms in my throat, and tears prick my eyes.

Kenzie notices first, her face softening. “What’s wrong, Ally?” she asks, her voice low but full of concern.

I blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I just...I wish my mom could be here. She would’ve loved this. She would’ve loved them,” I manage to say, my voice trembling.

Jinx steps closer, wrapping her arm around me. “Oh, Ally,” she says gently. “She’s here with you. There’s no way she’d miss this, not for anything.”

Kenzie nods, hugging me tightly. “She’s so proud of you. I know it.”

Their words settle into my heart like a warm balm, and I manage a smile through the tears. “Thank you,” I whisper, wiping my eyes carefully so I don’t smudge my makeup.

They stay close as we approach the grand doors, ready to step into the most beautiful moment of my life.

The grand double doors open, and my breath catches. The venue is stunning. Billowing white fabric drapes elegantly over an arch at the end of the aisle, accented with soft champagne and gold details.

Rows of chairs are lined with delicate floral arrangements, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air. The ocean sparkles in the distance, the soft sound of waves creating a tranquil backdrop.

My father steps out from the side, his eyes moist as he offers his arm. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asks softly.

I nod, slipping my arm through his. Kenzie and Jinx go first, each stepping gracefully down the aisle as the music swells, Jinx pushing the babies ahead of her as they walk.

The soft melody of violins fills the air, mingling with the murmurs of the small number of seated guests, mostly members of the team who were able to get away to share this with us.

As my father and I take our first steps, I glance up at him. His chin trembles slightly, and I feel tears threatening again. “You okay, Dad?” I whisper.

He gives me a tight smile, his voice thick. “I’m just so proud of you.”

I follow his gaze to the front, where my three men wait. Brooks stands tall in a sleek black tuxedo with a champagne tie, Nick and Tyler flanking him.

My heart races as Brooks smiles at me, his eyes full of love, and I feel myself drawn forward by his presence.

As we near the end of the aisle, I squeeze my dad’s arm and murmur, “Are you really okay with how everything turned out?”

He looks down at me, his smile warm and steady. “Ally, I’m so proud of you. Of all of you. This isn’t exactly conventional, but you’ve built something real, something beautiful. That’s all a father could ask for.”

His words anchor me, and when I reach Brooks, I place my hands in his, feeling their familiar warmth and strength. His eyes lock onto mine, but I can’t help my gaze flicking to Nick and Tyler beside him, both watching me with tender smiles.

Brooks speaks his vows first, his deep voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. “Ally, I promise to take care of you forever, to cherish you, to support you, and to stand beside you no matter what. You’re my heart, my partner, and my everything.”

Tears spill from my eyes as I say my vows in return. “Brooks, I promise the same. To love you, to care for you, and to always believe in us.” My gaze shifts to Nick and Tyler briefly as I add, “And all who come with us.”

The twins step forward as groomsmen, offering their own vows. “As Brooks is basically our brother,” Nick says, “you’re closer than family to us now, Ally. Forever.” Tyler nods in agreement, his eyes glistening.

Brooks kisses me tenderly, and I hug the twins, kissing each on the cheek.

The reception is a joyful blur of laughter, toasts, and shared moments. Glasses clink as everyone offers congratulations, the champagne flowing freely.

The dinner is exquisite, with perfectly cooked seafood and tender filet mignon, followed by a decadent, multi-tiered wedding cake that looks almost too beautiful to cut.

As the evening winds down, the crowd begins to disperse, heading to their rooms or out to explore the resort. Tyler sidles up to me, his grin mischievous, his voice low so only I can hear. “Have you ever had sex on the beach?”

I can’t help but giggle, my cheeks flushing. “No. Why?”

His smile widens. “Because I think tonight might be the perfect time.”

I glance toward the others, who are engrossed in conversation, and lean closer. “Yes,” I whisper, my heart racing with excitement.

His eyes sparkle with delight as he grabs my hand, leading me toward the shoreline. I glance back, looking for Jinx who still has our children in tow.

She catches my eye and gives me an exaggerated wink, then makes a shooing motion with her hands before going back to talking with Bruno.

The soft sand gives way under our feet, the cool ocean breeze brushing against my skin. The stars overhead twinkle brightly, the perfect backdrop for the unforgettable moment to come.

Soon, it’s not just Tyler and I, but Nick, Tyler, Brooks and I all walking down the beach, taking in the view of the shining moon over the ocean.

The moonlight shimmers on the waves as we walk hand-in-hand along the shore. The soft sand sinks beneath our feet, still warm from the day's sun.

We find a secluded spot, hidden behind a cluster of rocks, the sound of the surf drowning out any noise from the resort.

Tyler wastes no time, pulling me close and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roam my body, sliding over the silky fabric of my wedding dress.

Nick steps behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he unlaces my gown, letting it pool at my feet. Brooks kneels, helping me step out of it, his fingers trailing up my legs under the slip and other undergarments that go with my dress.

The cool night air raises goosebumps on my skin, but I'm quickly warmed by the heat of their touches. Nick's lips find my shoulder, while Tyler's mouth moves lower, tracing a path down my chest.

As I rise, Brooks' strong hands caress my thighs, sending shivers through my body. His lips meet mine in a deep and passionate kiss, while the warm scent of his cologne fills my senses.

Tyler breaks away from our embrace, quickly shedding his clothes before helping Nick and Brooks do the same.

The moonlight cascades over their naked forms, casting a silvery glow on their skin as we sink down onto the soft sand together. The gentle waves lap at our feet, adding to the sensual atmosphere.

Hands roam freely, mouths explore every inch of skin with renewed desire. My body is enveloped by their touch, consumed by their heat.

Nick enters me first, his movements slow and tender as he gazes into my eyes with adoration. Tyler captures my lips once again, drowning out my moans with his own intoxicating kisses while Brooks lavishes attention on my breasts.

We move together in a dance that we have perfected, but tonight it feels different—more intense, more meaningful.

We take turns pleasuring each other, savoring every moment as the ocean provides a soothing and rhythmic soundtrack. Bits of sand cling to our damp skin, adding an extra element of texture to our entwined bodies.

Each sensation builds upon the next until we reach new heights of pleasure and fulfillment. This night under the stars will be etched into our memories forever

Brooks takes me next, his strong arms holding me close as he moves within me. Tyler and Nick press close on either side, their hands roaming, lips exploring.

Before I know it I’m straddled between Brooks and Tyler as they both enter me, filling me up again and making me cry out in orgasmic pleasure.

Nick stands and thrusts his cock into my eager, open mouth, and I moan and gasp as they use me for their pleasure just as I use them for mine.

Over and over, I let them bring me to climax after climax, the crashing waves concealing our wild sex.

I stand up before bending over on my hands and knees, presenting myself to them. “I want all of you in me at the same time,” I huff excitedly. Each of the men nod before coming for me.

My heart leaps in my chest as I feel Nick enter my pussy.

Then Tyler get on his knees in front of my mouth. Before I know it, his dick is banging into the back of my throat.

I’ve never felt so stretched, and Brooks hasn’t even joined them yet.

Then, suddenly, I feel Brooks above, poised to enter me as well.

“Here?” he asks, his finger resting delicately on my tight asshole.

Tyler pulls his dick out of my mouth long enough for me to respond. “Yes, Brooks.”

“Please, I want you all to fill me up. I want you to fill me with cum.”

All three men seem to groan in unison. And all three men resume their work.

Tyler deep throating me.

Nick fucking my pussy so hard I’m starting to see stars.

And now Brooks, his tongue lapping at my pucker getting it nice and wet.

Like a skilled gymnast, Nick has positioned himself to make room for Brooks. Then I feel it.

It’s a blinding, hot pain that scorches through me. Brooks’ tip gently enters my asshole at first. But as soon as he feels I’m open, he gives me all of him.

He’s thrusting slowly, all the way in and all the way out. I’ve never felt anything so viscerally.

The pleasure of having all of my men inside of me numbs the pain of being stretched opened.

With each pass I feel myself molding to Brooks, easing into each thrust with more and more excitement until I’m backing into all three of them hungrily.

Their hands are all reaching for me as they all collide into me at once.

We work together, chasing our pleasure, until finally exploding, our unified orgasm crashing across us all like the waves behind us.