“Dude, I do dirty things to her. This place is sweet. What’s up with the flowers?” Logan walked into the dungeon, his hands already going to the buttons on his dress shirt. He’d dumped the tux coat the first chance he’d had. He turned and winked at her as he questioned the flowers.
“The flowers are romantic,” she countered.
“Baby, so are these handcuffs,” Logan said, holding up a shiny pair and giving her a wolfish leer.
Somehow everything was romantic with these two. “I love the handcuffs. And I love the flowers, too.” They were calla lilies, her favorite, of course. Seth would never get anything less.
They were so beautiful, her men. Logan was all alpha male hotness while Seth was the perfect modern male and somehow, someway, they fit perfectly together. She thanked the heavens for that day so long ago when two boys from different worlds had become friends because she hadn’t known it at the time, but her life had started in that moment.
“Hey, this is supposed to be a happy day.” Seth crowded her, reaching up to brush away tears she didn’t realize she was shedding.
Logan crowded her other side. “She is happy. She’s just Georgia. She’s always going to feel everything, and I love her for it.” He bent down and kissed her cheek. “And she should be happy I didn’t kill her brothers.”
She smiled brightly. It had been a hell of a wedding. She’d only had two weeks to plan it, but she’d discovered that Seth’s checkbook opened many doors. And the ones that had remained closed came open once they had been met with the one-two-three punch of Georgia, Nell, and Rachel. Nell and Rachel had done their good cop-bad cop routine and then Georgia had cried. Those poor florists hadn’t stood a chance. Georgia had argued that they needed at least a year, and Seth had negotiated her down to six months. Then super Dom laid down the law. He wanted to be married like right now. She’d thought Seth was the ruthless one, but Logan had it in spades when it came to making things legal. She was now legally married to Seth Stark, but she had signed a contract with Logan and the ceremony they’d just had hours ago might not have been perfectly legal, but it was binding to them.
She’d pulled off a gorgeous, intimate wedding, but Logan was right, her brothers had been a little obnoxious. “Sorry. I think Mark and Drew just wanted to make sure you were all right, you know.”
“Georgia, they jumped me at my bachelor party,” Logan shot back.
She winced a little, but then remembered what Logan had done. “You managed to take them both out.”
“Only because I had Jamie and Noah and Seth with me. Seth was the one who figured out it was an ambush, and Jamie is damn nasty in a fight. They turned my bachelor party into Fight Club.” Logan had a grin on his face. Despite his grumpy complaining, she knew he’d enjoyed the exercise. He totally fit into her crazy-ass family and so did Seth.
“Hey, Win is on board now.” Only because he and Logan had a man-to-man where she happened to know that Logan had promised to lay down his life for her and, more than that, he’d promised to help her find what she really wanted to do in life.
She’d been thinking a bit, and she really liked the kids of Bliss. They didn’t have a school to call their own. It might be fun. She knew damn well she could raise the funds. A private academy that the town would control, would decide on, would prepare their kids for the future in.
Her kids. One day, but not like now or anything. She was really young. It was her time to have fun, to explore, to see the world, and she got to do it with the loves of her life.
“Georgia, I like your brothers. I intend to get along with your brothers. But you need to understand one thing.” Logan’s eyes had narrowed in that sexy little look he gave her just before he tossed her over his knee and started in on her ass. “You belong to us now. This is our family, and I’m the head.”
Yeah, that look totally made her girl parts start to sing. We’re getting some tonight!
“You’re in charge of part,” Seth said, squaring off with Logan.
“I’m in charge of part.” Logan put a hand on Seth’s shoulder. “And you’re in charge of part. And she’s totally in charge of our dicks, so she’s the really big fucking deal.”
She was in charge of more than their dicks. They were guys. It was just the way they talked, but she was totally in charge of their hearts, and that did make her a big deal. “Are you two going to congratulate yourselves on being the tough guy and the rich guy? Because the last time I checked, the hot chick was still in her wedding dress.”
It was a gorgeous confection of silk and lace, a Monique Lhuillier she’d selected with Nat’s help. It was hard to believe that her whole family was under one roof and she was about to have crazy, whacked-out sex with her husbands. Luckily, Seth had promised her the dungeon was completely soundproofed. Earlier when she’d given her brothers a tour, she’d offered to show them the dungeon because they were all in the lifestyle, but Mark had turned green and Drew and Ben had shaken their heads. Only Chase had been willing to explain that no matter how high tech the dungeon was, he didn’t want to see where his little sister got her ass whipped.
They whipped so much more than her ass and she loved them for it, but it had been days and she was dying.
Seth sat back, looking at her, his eyes roaming. Logan stood beside him. Neither one said a thing, just stared, emotion plain on their faces.
“Guys, you’re going to give me a complex, and I already have like ten of those.” Why weren’t they attacking her?
“Give us a minute, baby,” Logan said. “Tell her what we’re doing. You’re better with words.”
“We’re memorizing you,” Seth explained. “We’ve been doing it all day. We just stare and make sure to take in every detail of the way you look and smell and feel in this moment because you’re the most beautiful thing either of us has ever seen, and when you’re ninety years old and we have great grandkids running all over the cabin, you should know that what we’ll be seeing is you, just the way you look today.”
Seth was really good with words. “I love you.”
And they would always be these men, young and strong and so beautiful it hurt to look at them. No matter what would happen in life, they would always be the way she’d seen them on their wedding day.
“Seth, would you please present our sub to me?” Logan asked as he shrugged out of his shirt and sank into one of two leather chairs she liked to think of as their thrones. There wasn’t one for her because, they’d explained, she was always to sit in their laps. She didn’t need a chair when she had her men.
Seth got up, striding across the gleaming dungeon like a panther who’d just scented prey. He walked straight up to her, but she knew the drill. She didn’t flinch when he got into her space. Presentation. Logan loved this part, seemed endlessly fascinated with Seth slowly peeling back the layers of her clothes and unveiling her to the Dom. Sex with her men could be hard and quick and satisfying at times, but she loved it most when they took their time, playing with her for hours, bonding the three of them together.
Seth gently pulled the pins out of her hair, letting the waves cascade over her shoulders, arranging them to his liking. He pushed the little straps of the gown down, his hands caressing her shoulders. Ah, the warm-up, as she liked to call it. It could last for hours. Hours where they simply worshipped her skin, running their hands all over her, staring at her body like she was a work of art they were studying. It was guaranteed to have her begging before they took her.
He leaned over, softly rubbing his lips over hers, nibbling on her bottom lip and drawing it inside before planting soft kisses all over her face. “What part should I present first, boss?”