The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,54
toward me and pulls me close, his hand gripping the back of my neck. I hold my breath, thinking he'll kiss me in that aggressively passionate way he did at the altar in front of all those people, the way that made me blush as though I really were a virgin—worrying what our scandalized guests thought of that display, what they thought it might mean about what would happen between us tonight and every night going forward.
But Soren doesn't kiss me. Instead he leans in and licks the tear off my cheek. “Go,” he whispers against my face as he releases me. I stumble back, but turn and go to the wall as he told me, avoiding Griffin and Dayne's gazes. I'm still having a hard time processing the fact that this night is finally here, no more excuses. No more delays. We are doing this thing.
It's my wedding night, and I'm not even wearing makeup. Macy brought an entire kit of professional quality makeup, naturally assuming she'd be painting my face today, but I'd told her no. Soren doesn't like it.
She'd been aghast, saying surely he wouldn't mind for just one day, it's my wedding day. But I refused. I told her only lip gloss which I let her swipe across my lips. It was a bit like giving an addict just a tiny bump of cocaine. It was just enough to light the fire and cause a thirty minute tirade about how this was crazy and I should wear makeup on my wedding day... after all what about the photos? But I held strong and eventually she gave up the fight.
I'm grateful I don't really need makeup and wasn't in the habit of wearing it anyway. So I didn't feel self conscious without it, particularly going down the aisle with the veil covering my face. And the photos can be retouched if necessary.
As I move to the wall to obey his orders, I realize his dislike of makeup is because of moments like what just happened. He doesn't want there to be any barriers between my skin and his tongue, nothing that tastes of foundation and mascara. Just me, clean and ready for him at all times. A shiver runs through me at this thought.
Griffin strokes my breasts through my wedding gown as Soren painstakingly releases each tiny button from its looped cage.
At the same time I hear a zipper and pants hit the floor, and then Soren is groaning, “Fuck yes, just like that.”
My eyes go wide as they meet Griffin's, as I understand exactly what's happening. I can't look behind me to see, but I know Dayne is stroking Soren's cock. And now all at once everything clicks into place.
It never occurred to me that they had something going on with each other. I'd wondered all this time how they could possibly be keeping their lust in check. I'd worried, what if they were fucking some other girl—or more than one? It never occurred to me they were fucking each other, biding their time, waiting for me to join them.
Soren isn't making sacrifices to share me with two other men. No, he's getting three mouths on his cock, three bodies to penetrate and mark and claim with his release. And yet, even so, he doesn't own them. They all own me. Like a pet.
They may be his lovers, and he may be in charge, but in some way, they are equals. They are brothers with secrets and history. I'm dessert. I'm their shared toy.
Soren finally reaches the last button on my gown, and he and Griffin together help me out of it. Then I'm standing face-to-face with Dayne.
“I drew the winning straw,” he says. His gaze is intense on mine, with promise, with intent. With triumph.
At first I don't understand what he means but then it hits me. He's the one who gets to fuck me first. I look to Soren, but he doesn't react to this. He doesn't seem jealous or like he'll fight Dayne on it. A part of me is relieved Dayne is first, I'm not sure if I could take Soren first. Soren is so large, and even with all the toys to prepare me, I'm afraid he'll hurt me with his size.
Another tear slides down my cheek, and Dayne wipes it away. “Shhhh, sweet. I've got you. It's going to be okay.” He exchanges a look with Soren; I turn in time to see Soren nod. Dayne takes my hand and