I don’t deserve her touch, but I want it. I need it. She heals a broken piece of me I never knew was wounded.
“Maddox,” she pulls away from me with her eyes glassed over and I’m not sure if the tears on her cheeks are hers or mine.
I don’t trust myself to say anything, I don’t know what there is between us anymore, but in this moment she’s mine and I don’t want to let go of it. Not for a second.
I hear Damon walk up to us and I feel his presence. I take my eyes away from Bianca and look up to him. Bianca steps away slowly as he walks closer to me.
Fuck, the sight of him makes those fucking tears prick my eyes again. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him in for a quick hug, slapping my hand on his back as hard as I can from this position.
Neither of us says anything as we embrace for just a second more. He’s been my best friend through thick and thin. I can’t imagine a day without him by my side.
I never want that day to come.
He backs away from me and I swear I see tears in his eyes too, but he’s stronger than me, holding them back. His voice hitches when he says, “Fucking asshole, trying to die on me.”
I have to laugh, feeling alive and ready for anything life has to throw at us. “Fuck no,” I answer him easily, “can’t let you steal my girl.” The words slip from my lips before I even realize what I’ve said.
My body tenses as the room goes quiet. Fuck, that cold feeling settles along every inch of my body. No, I just want this moment. I wish I could make time stop. I wish I could go back and just rewind.
I want them both in my life.
“Knock it off, Maddox,” Bianca says playfully while she sniffles. My poor honey bee is so torn up. I tug on her hand and try to pull her into the hospital bed with me. It only takes a few tugs before she concedes with a smile and Damon helps by lifting her ass up. I take a chance at gauging his expression. It’s genuine and at ease.
“You know you two share me,” Bianca says, nestling into my side, but careful not to put too much weight against my chest. “That’s the way I want it,” she almost whispers.
I kiss her hair, my heart beating so damn slow. I don’t just want to have a hot fling. I want her as my wife. I want her by my side for good.
“For real,” she whispers, nudging her nose against my shoulder.
“For real?” I ask her, not quite understanding. I don’t know how to tell them what I’m thinking, I’ve never been good at this shit.
“We’re gonna do this thing,” Damon speaks up, drawing my eyes to his. “She’s ours... for real. For good.”
A long moment of silence passes as I lie there nearly in shock.
Bianca nudges her nose against me and says quietly, “You’re scaring me, Maddox. Tell me you love me, and that this is gonna work.” I turn my head from Damon back to our honey bee, and those light brown eyes flecked with gold shine back at me with equal parts of sincerity and vulnerability.
“I love you,” I tell her first, because she better never question it. Never. Not after all the shit we’ve been through together. I swallow thickly, looking back over to Damon. “For good?” Although it’s a question, I say it more like a statement.
It’s what I want more than anything. My best friend and my girl. Forever.
He smirks at me and says, “You’re supposed to tell her, not me.”
I huff a laugh and smile when Bianca kisses my neck.
“I love you two,” she says to the both of us.
“And we love you.”
Epilogue
Bianca
I really wish mom and dad were here to see me.
I stare out from under my off-white French net veil that ends just below my nose, my heart drumming in my chest as I take in the small chapel. It’s a cute little thing, filled with rows of empty wooden benches, lined with red royal carpet, and a small stage that rests above the holy altar I’m standing in front of.
Although, he’d probably be freaked out to know that his little girl was getting married to two men, I tell myself with lukewarm humor. It’s not a legal wedding, but that’s not what matters to me, it’s the ceremony and the three of us showing our devotion to one another. It’s all I asked them for.
I almost wore a white dress, but that’s not my style. Instead I opted for a short off-white net veil and a short cream lace dress. It’s not traditional, but it’s me. It’s us.
A slight, sad smile plays across my lips as I imagine my father walking me down the aisle, while my mother looks from the pew with pride radiating from her eyes. My fingers unconsciously touch the pearls in my ears. At least I have a part of her with me. I always will.
There’s no one here to witness this union, and that’s the way I wanted it; it’s just between us. My chest feels light and airy, and I can’t help but smile. This day is turning out just the way I wanted. Nothing extravagant.
Grace was the only person I really thought of inviting at all. Damon means the world to her and I was afraid she’d be upset when we told her. But she was just so happy that they were giving me a wedding. I love her so much. She reminds me of my mother a little. I’m not sure why because she doesn’t have the poise my mother did. My mom would bite her tongue before giving her mind, but Grace doesn’t hold back anything. I see where Damon gets his temperament from.
Maybe it’s just that they’re strong women… in different ways, but still strong. So it’s just me, the priest and the grooms.
The grooms.
My eyes fall on Damon and then Maddox.
They’re both gazing at me with their hearts in their eyes, making my heart swell with emotion. And God, do they look handsome in their tuxedos, their hair gelled and slicked to the side, their jawlines looking more chiseled than usual. It’s from the diet challenge they took before the wedding. They each lost a good five pounds, even though they didn’t need to.
When I told them to cut it out and that they were already in shape, they both dismissed my concern. They stated that they wanted to look their best for me on my wedding day, so I better get used to it.
I can feel the tears threatening to pool in my eyes as I gaze back at them. Damon is wearing a white tux to give contrast, while Maddox is wearing all black. They both look so sleek and slender. I love it. And as usual, I think they complement each other very well. They both radiate confidence, love and assurance. I’m so weak in the knees by all of this, it’s all I can do to stand in their presence.
God, I can hardly believe this is real.
I didn’t think this day would ever come. I was happy with what we had. I didn’t need all this, and I didn’t think I wanted it as much as I do… until they popped the question.
My heart feels so damn full as the memory of Damon and Maddox surprising me by both getting down on one knee flashes in front of my eyes. As soon as they did it, I nearly fainted, I even took a step back, thinking, this can’t be real.
When they each pulled out those black velvet boxes and showed me the rings they got me, my heart beat so fast I thought it would burst. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I noticed the pearls first. Pearls that matched my mother’s earrings. The two rings fit together, two pearls surrounding a cushion cut diamond. It’s perfect. They’re perfect.
I glance down at my hands, clasped in front of me, and pull down on the lace dress. I was so happy with this thing, that I’ve been counting the hours, the minutes and down to the very seconds I could put it on.
It’s a gorgeous antique lace, and fits me perfectly. Giant belly and all. A slight smile forms on my lips at the memory and I place a hand on my slightly swollen stomach. Another gift. From who? I’m not sure. This little one could be Maddox’s. Or she could be Damon’s. But the three of us have decided that we don’t want to know who the father is. Unless it’s obvious, we don’t have any intention of finding out. I’m happy not knowing, and so are they.
I’m also happy we’re having a little girl. I think if when we have our first boy we’ll know for sure who the
father is. But this little girl… I hope she looks like me. We thought about naming her after my mother, Anne, but I didn’t want that for her first name. Instead we’re going with Grace Anne. I’m in love with her already. Damon and Maddox both want a big family. And so do I. And I feel like the sooner we can start our life together, the better. I’m not even worried about the taboo factor of our relationship anymore. If someone has something to say about our unorthodox relationship, I have a big pregnant ass that they can kiss. I just want to be happy. And Damon and Maddox make me feel happier than I ever thought I could be. I always feel complete and content with them. There’s no place on earth that I’d rather be right now than sandwiched between them.
Uncle Vit hasn’t quite let it go yet. That’s the only part that’s missing.
He wanted to be here, but I told him I wanted a private ceremony. I thought he’d be upset about that, but his only concern was my happiness, and he was fine with missing the ceremony as long as I promised to come see him afterward.
When he gave his blessing it felt like a release. The relationship between him and Damon and Maddox is strained. Especially since they told him I’m leaving the familia. I don’t belong to him anymore or to that life. I belong to them.
I anticipated the worst when they told him, face to face. But he simply asked me if it was what I wanted. It took everything in me to look him in the eyes and say yes.
He agreed as long as I still let him be my uncle and that I stayed his princess. The name gives me more happiness now that in ever has before. Even if I’m not quite a princess… I’m their honey bee.
“Now Bianca, repeat after me. I, Bianca Russo, promise to love and support both Damon and Maddox’s lives each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.”
It’s hard to keep it together as I repeat the vows and then slip the rings on Damon and Maddox’s fingers.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife, and husband and wife.” He pauses to beam between Damon and Maddox, gesturing toward me. “You both may now kiss the bride.”
Through my tears, I think, Oh crap. We definitely can’t all three kiss each other. Who’s going to get to kiss me first?
I’m not at all surprised when Maddox, being the impetuous one that he is, takes the lead. He steps forward and lifts my veil. Then he pulls me into his arms, delivering a long, hard kiss that leaves me absolutely breathless.
He’s smiling softly at me when he pulls away, watching my chest heave as I fight to recover. “I love you, Bianca Asher-Silver,” he tells me, his deep voice filled with more happiness than I’ve ever heard in it. “For the rest of my life, I will always love you.” The tears are flowing again and my heart is aching from the joy flooding through my body. “I love you too, Maddox,” I half-say, half-cry. I inject all the emotion I can into my words. Letting him know how much I love him, laying my heart bare to him. “Forever and forever.”
Maddox suddenly turns away, wiping under his eyes, but refusing to let us watch. That’s just how he is. My Maddox.
Damon takes a step in front of me, his eyes shining with love and twinkling with slight amusement at Maddox’s predicament.
“Well?” I ask him with expectation, my voice shaking with emotion and love.
“Well what?” he asks.
“Are you going to let Maddox show you up on your own wedding day? 'Cause I gotta say, that was one helluva kiss he just gave me.”
Damon chuckles and says, “Well you know what they say, the best is always saved for last.”
And as he pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss, one that leaves me just as full of emotion as Maddox’s, and before telling me that he will love me for the rest of his life, I find myself completely disagreeing with Damon.
The best is yet to come.
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I slowly pace the room, letting the sound of my shoes clacking against the floor startle her. My eyes are on Dahlia, watching her every movement. Her breathing picks up as she realizes I’ve come back for her. With her blindfold on and her wrists and ankles tied to the bed while she lies on her belly, she’s at my complete mercy, and she knows it.
The sight of her bound and waiting for me is so tempting. I force my groan back.
Her pale, milky skin is on full display as she waits for me. I’ve left her like this deliberately, in this specific position. She knows now not to move, not to struggle. She knows to wait for me obediently, and what’s more, she enjoys it.
The wooden paddle gently grazes along her skin, leaving goosebumps down her thigh in its wake. They trail up the curve of her ass, and her shoulders rise as she sucks in a breath. Her body tenses and her lips part, spilling a soft moan. She knows what's coming.
She’s earned this.
She lied to me.
And she’s going to be punished.
She doesn’t know this is for her own good. She should, but she hasn’t realized it yet.
I’m only doing this for her. She needs this.
She needs to heal, and I know just how to help her. The paddle whips through the air and smacks her lush ass, leaving a bright red mark as she gasps, her hands gripping the binds at her wrists. I watch as her pussy clenches around nothing, making my dick that much harder.
Soon.
I barely maintain my control and gently knead her ass, soothing the pulsing pain I know she’s feeling. “Tell me why you lied to me, treasure,” I whisper at the shell of her ear, my lips barely touching her sensitive skin.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers with lust. I don’t want her apology. I want her to realize what she’s done. I want to know why she hid it from me all this time. She’ll learn she can’t lie to me. There’s no reason she should.
Smack! I bring the paddle down on the other cheek and her body jolts as a strangled cry leaves her lips, her pussy glistening with arousal.
“That’s not what I asked, treasure.” My tone is taunting. She needs to realize what I already know. She needs to admit it. To me, but mostly to herself.
I pull away from her, just for a moment, leaving her to writhe on the bed from the sting of the paddle.
I didn’t anticipate our relationship reaching this point.
In the beginning,
I thought this would be fun. Just a form of stress relief for me.
But things changed.
I bought her at auction, and now she can’t leave. She’s mine for an entire month. But the days have flown by, and the contract is almost over.
I need more time.
I’m going to make this right. I’m going to heal my treasure.
If it’s the last thing I do, I'll give her what she needs. What we both need.
She parts those beautiful lips, and hope blooms in my chest.
Say it, tell me what you desperately need to say.
But her mouth closes, and she shifts slightly on the sheets before stilling and waiting patiently for more.
I pull my arm back and steady myself.
Soon, she’ll realize it. My broken treasure. Soon she’ll be healed, but that won’t be enough for me anymore. I want more.
Smack!
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