Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Reclaim Their Love [Wyoming Warriors 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance)

by Paige Cameron

  Moving quickly, he sheathed his cock with a condom and slid down to plunge into her pussy. A jolt of electricity shot up her spine. His fingers tightened around her pebbled nipples as he went in and out fast and hard. A familiar ache built into a wave of desire that swept them both into a wild, impassioned orgasm. He pulled away and lay beside her, taking deep breaths. Lang cupped her face in his hands, and his love shone out of his eyes. Cassie held on to Nick’s hand and smiled at Lang. “I love you both so very much. I think my heart may explode with the pleasure and joy you give me.”

  Bending his head, Lang touched her forehead with his. “You do the same for us, darlin’.”

  Nick pushed him aside and bent over her. “That goes for both of us, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips. “You always were the only woman for us.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  As promised, Lang and Nick delivered her to Sara’s care at four thirty. Cassie had slept well through the night. She waved at them as they left and followed Sara inside.

  Sara helped her into her gown, buttoning up the back. When she turned Cassie to face her, she said, “Wow. That emerald-green color makes your eyes shine like jewels, and this style gown is made for your tall, slim figure.”

  “Thanks. I fell in love with the color when the seamstress showed me the choices.”

  “I don’t suppose you have any questions about the ceremony,” Sara said. “You’ve been to more of these weddings than I have.”

  “But every time they’re a little different because of the couples. The music, the words, and the vows all make me tearful. It’s a much more moving ceremony than many of the ones I’ve gone to at other places.”

  Sara nodded her head. “I agree. I remember my own, and how awestruck I was. Who will you be marrying in the civil service, and when do you plan to have it?”

  “Lang and Nick decided Lang would marry me at that service. As Nick said, Lang’s the oldest by six months.”

  Sara laughed. “That sounds like Nick.”

  The old Nick, Cassie thought. But she knew the real reason was Lang was here more, and if something happened while he was gone, Lang would have the legal authority to deal with it. He was thinking of her, not himself.

  “Lang’s the one here most of the time,” she told Sara. “And I’ve been seen with both of them in town, but with Lang more. I’m glad they made the decision. I couldn’t.”

  “That’s usually the way it works.” Sara took the fragile lace veil and put it on Cassie. She stepped back. “Another beautiful bride. It’s almost time. I’ll see you at your wedding.”

  Cassie stood at the door and watched as Sara slipped between the circle of trees. She moved onto the satin walkway and began to move forward into another life.

  The hushed darkness greeted Cassie when she walked through the opening between two tall trees. She saw shadows of people sitting nearby and the hint of the white pavilion down the aisle in front of her. Light began to flicker through the tree leaves, people stirred, and then the sun cast a brighter light as it greeted the day.

  Music soared overhead. In the trees, birds awoke and flew up into the open sky. A hush came over the guests as Lang and Nick stepped forward. Nick held his guitar. Cassie had heard he played, but never for an audience, and not for her, either. Lang’s strong, clear notes rang out as Nick accompanied their song of love on the guitar.

  Tears ran down Cassie’s face. The loving words of the song wrapped around her heart. Nick’s playing was a gift, and his way of saying he planned to be open and share as he’d promised. Lang’s voice had always touched her deeply. When the music softly came to a close, the audience stood as one and clapped as Nick and Lang bowed to Cassie.

  Sara stepped to her side and handed her a handkerchief. “I thought you might need this. I wanted to warn you, but they swore me to secrecy.”

  Cassie wiped her eyes. Then Sara gave her a huge bouquet of white roses. Cassie smiled. “They gave me a corsage of white roses for my prom. I never would have thought they’d remember.”

  “Better give me that wet hanky,” Sara said. “You’re going to have your hands full.

  Both sets of parents had joined them. As the flute and the regular guitarist began to play they started down the aisle toward the white pavilion, decorated with flowers in all the colors of the rainbow.

  Lang and Nick never took their eyes away from her as she walked toward them. Both were dressed in gray suits. They each had a small white rose pinned in their lapels. Gorgeous and sexy were the two words that described them in her mind. I love them so very much.

  The Priestess looked directly at her. “Cassandra Venitia, have you come to be joined with Nicholas Kenric and Langundo Connor?”

  “I have.” Cassie glanced at Nick and Lang as she spoke.

  Her parents and Nick’s and Lang’s stood behind them. Without her mother touching her, Cassie sensed her happiness for her only daughter.

  The Priestess smiled at Cassie’s mother. “The bride’s parents are not always included in the ceremony, but Langundo and Nicholas asked to have you and your husband stand here also. Do you and your husband agree wholeheartedly to this marriage?”

  “Without any reservations,” Cassie’s mother spoke, and her father nodded.

  Turning to Lang’s and Nick’s parents, the Priestess asked them, “You agree and will support and welcome this union?”

  “We do,” they said in unison, and then each couple placed one of Cassie’s hands in their son’s.

  Then all the parents sat in the front row. They formed a strong link to support their adult children.

  Lang and Nick stepped close to Cassie. Their scent and warmth encircled her. The Priestess raised her hands and began to speak in the flowing language of their ancestors. She swayed back and forth, moving her hands from over Cassie’s head and then to Lang’s and Nick’s.

  Cassie felt a jolt as the music of the words flowed over her. First, she realized the hum had been gone all morning. Second, she understood the words. Startled, she stared into the Priestess’s eyes. Comprehension dawned on the Priestess’s face.

  The Priestess stopped her chanting. Cassie thought she’d done something wrong. Had she spoken out loud? She didn’t think so. A smile curved the Priestess’s lips.

  In the ancient language, she spoke directly to Cassie. “You are a jewel in our mist. We did not recognize you, nor you us. Because of you the winds of change are in the air. You have started the course to our reunion. My friend, my heart welcomes you home.”

  Cassie understood most of what the Priestess had said, but was confused about the changes she predicted. Still, if the Priestess was pleased, the changes must be for the good. Cassie put her hand on her heart and answered very quietly in the ancient language. “Thank you, my friend.”

  The guests could not hear her words, but Lang and Nick did. They stared at her. No one but the Priestess, her husband, and Mitch and Daren’s family knew the ancient language well enough to speak it.

  The Priestess raised her hands and began to sing more words as the haunting music of the flute wrapped around them. Finally, a sense of affinity and kinship settled in Cassie’s heart, and she truly became one not with just Lang and Nick, but with their people.

  When the music stopped, the Priestess led them through the marriage ceremony. Nick and Lang each took their turn saying the vows to Cassie. They spoke in strong, clear tones that carried, so all the people heard them make their commitment to her.

  Then they handed two rings to the Priestess. She blessed the rings before Nick and Lang each slipped his section onto the ring finger of her right hand. The two halves made one wide gold band. The number ten was written in diamonds, with a heart engraved on each side.

  Cassie chuckled when she saw the number. “I hope that’s for years I was gone and not the number of children you want,” she whispered. Nick and Lang grinned at her. Nick answered back. “We’ll keep you guessing about that.”

  “Put out your wrists,” the Priestess inst
ructed. She bound the golden cloth around their wrists, Nick’s on the bottom, Lang’s on top, Cassie’s in the middle. The Priestess clamped her hands on the top and bottom.

  “Go forth forever bound to each other.” She raised their hands and sang again. The audience joined in. They might not understand all the words, but they knew the songs. When they finished, the gold cloth was hung around Cassie’s neck.

  “You are the center, the one who holds the whole together.”

  The guests cheered and threw a cloud of white rose petals into the air.

  Cassie and her new husbands ran down the aisle as rose petals fell onto them. A tent had been set up next to the trees for the reception. Lang and Nick pulled her to the side first to kiss her, and then Nick asked, “How did you know those words? Had you practiced with Pruet?”

  “No. I was as surprised as you when I realized I understood the words and was able to respond in the language. I spoke softly so I wouldn’t shock the rest of the people.”

  “That was smart. We’d best keep this to ourselves for now, until we understand what happened,” Lang said.

  “But the Priestess was pleased,” Nick added.

  “Did you all understand what I said and she said?”

  “No. We, like most of us, know the ritual words, but few can speak it fluently and understand.”

  Lang gave her a strange look. “If as we suspect you are an ancestor of the third tribe, my guess is your line was part of the leaders, or royalty as they were known in ancient times. But how you knew the language after all these centuries is a real mystery.”

  “It doesn’t make a difference in your feelings for me, does it?”

  Nick and Lang pulled her close to them. “Not a bit,” Nick said.

  Lang touched her cheek tenderly. “Nothing will stop us loving you.”

  “Not until our hearts stop beating,” Nick added.

  Their sweet words brought tears to her eyes. “You two have made me cry twice today. Once with your music and now with your loving words.”

  Lang wiped her tears off her cheeks. “In the future, we’ll try to keep you happy without making you cry.”

  “We’d better join the others,” Nick reminded them. “I think our reception has started without us.”

  * * * *

  Ellen took them downstairs afterward. “Do you want to rest for an hour or so first?” she asked Cassie’s mom.

  “I feel wonderful. Let’s get it over with.”

  Cassie looked around the room filled with her father and her husbands. “Can we all stay?”

  “I’m going to give her the infusion very slowly. I hope she’ll sleep part of the time. You should stay, Cassie, but all of you big guys will be more comfortable upstairs. You can watch football or play pool. It’ll keep you busy, and you won’t be hovering over her down here.”

  Cassie’s dad started to protest. Ellen stopped him. “There’s an emergency buzzer upstairs. It’s there in case help is needed immediately down here. If she has a problem, I’ll push it and you can be with her in minutes.”

  “All right,” Ralph said. Lang and Nick urged him out and went with him. Nick winked back at Cassie, and Lang gave her that look that always made her feel warm and calm inside.

  “Now it’s just us ladies.” Ellen smiled. “Let’s get to work on making you well.”

  Cassie held her mother’s hand. Her mom smiled at her.

  “You’ve made me very happy. I know Lang and Nick will take good care of you and all the grandchildren I’m looking forward to spoiling. This will work. The treatment has your love for me inside it. How can it fail?”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Cassie put the finishing touches on the presents she’d been working on for Lang and Nick. They were going to her parents’ home tonight to celebrate her mom’s birthday and her amazing recovery. After six treatments, the cancer was gone, and she looked and felt well.

  She touched her stomach. There was no way to wrap her main present for her mother. Cassie had found out two weeks ago that she was pregnant. She’d waited until Nick got back three days ago from an assignment so she could tell them both at once. They’d been overjoyed.

  Nick poked his head around the door into the workshop they’d finished building for her. She’d been doing most of her work here the past month as Cindy managed the shop in town.

  “Are you all right?” His eyes went to her hand on her stomach.

  “I like to touch myself and hope our baby can feel my love radiating through to him or her.”

  Nick wrapped his arms around her. “What a great homecoming present.”

  They hadn’t had time to talk much since he’d gotten back. Cassie sat by the fireplace. He joined her sitting in the opposite chair.

  “Was it a hard trip?”

  “Not bad. Pretty simple. The instructions we got were good. In and out quick.” He smiled at her. “I’m fine. I promise.”

  He’d worked at being more open with her and they’d become closer. He got up and went to the kettle she kept on a small stove they’d added to her room. She liked tea, and this way she could warm the water and fix it while she worked.

  After heating the water, he sorted through her teas. “This is the one Nanna said would help make our baby strong and healthy.” He poured the tea leaves into the water and sat back down with her while the tea steeped.

  “Are you planning to tell your mother and the rest of the family our good news tonight?”

  “It seems a good time, since all our families will be together.”

  “I agree,” Lang said as he joined them. His black hair was loose and wet.

  He must have come in with Nick and went straight to the shower. Cassie raised her head for his kiss. Lang kissed her before strolling to the teakettle. He checked the tea and poured it through a sieve into three cups.

  Cassie got up and went to a drawer in her desk. “Since I have you both here I have a late wedding present for you two.”

  She pulled out two wrapped packages and handed one to Lang and one to Nick.

  Surprised, they just looked at the packages. “We didn’t get you anything,” Nick said.

  “Of course you did.” She held out her left hand where she wore the beautiful diamond set Lang had given her during their civil ceremony a week after the first wedding. And her fingers brushed across the pearl necklace with the diamond clip that Nick had given her that same night. “Open the presents.”

  Nick tore his paper off and was the first to lift the lid on the white box. Inside was a gold-chain necklace. He lifted it out, and a medallion swung from the chain. The tiny outline of a guitar was engraved in diamonds on the front. On the back in very small script, the words my warrior were written. With tears in his eyes, Nick gazed at her.

  Without words, she knew he understood. Her heart loved the man who played beautiful music, and the one who had accepted his duty to his people.

  She glanced at Lang. He held his medallion in his large, capable hands. Like Nick’s the top was outlined in diamonds. Lang’s was a dove with two musical notes on either side of it. On the back, the simple words a peaceful man. She’d checked with his mother. His name Langundo stood for peaceful. It was how she felt when he was with her.

  Lang came to her and pulled her up out of the chair. “Fasten it around my neck. I will wear it forever.” She put it on him and kissed his firm, warm lips. Then she turned to Nick and put his necklace around his neck.

  “I, too, will wear this medallion always. When I travel it will keep me connected here.” Nick placed his hand over his heart. “I’ll be with you at all times.”

  Her husbands were very different, but she loved and needed them both equally. Lang had always known that. Nick had learned to trust her acceptance and love for them both.

  “I think we should show our appreciation of our gifts to our lady wife,” Nick said.

  Lang swooped her up in his strong arms. “I was thinking the same thing.”

 
Cassie laughed as they headed to the bedroom. As Lang laid her tenderly on the bed, she warned them. “Remember, we have to be at Mom’s house by seven.”

  Nick glanced at the clock. “It’s five o’clock. We have all the time in the world.” His sexy grin and Lang’s warm kiss told her they’d never make it on time.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Born in Florida, Paige Cameron’s early dreams included being a movie star. Of course, it didn’t happen. Later, she escaped into daydreams full of fascinating stories. Her friends had to endure her reading those tales to them when she began to put them to paper.

  There were detours in her life for marriage, children, and traveling to foreign countries where her husband’s job took her. She continued to be an avid reader and dream of the day she’d have a book published. She finally got started writing and divorce sidetracked her.

  Now, happily married to her hero, with grown children, she decided to pursue her dream career, writing.

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