by Paige Warren
She rotated her hips, drawing a groan from both them. She thrust her hips forward against Ryan, then back toward Synclair. It wasn’t enough though. Synclair wrapped an arm around her waist and slightly lifted her, allowing Ryan to thrust up into her pussy as Synclair retreated, then surged forward again.
As they made love under the moonlight, Gemma felt as if their souls were joining. Liquid heat burned in her veins and stars burst behind her eyelids as she came, her body clenching down on both of their cocks. It seemed to be all the urging they needed as they both plunged into her at the same time, crying out their releases.
They kissed her tenderly before shifting her aside and cleaning themselves up. Not having any paper towels or rags handy, Gemma did the only thing she could think of. She waded into the surf until the waves lapped at her waist. Diving under the warm water, she came up a moment later to find her husbands splashing their way toward her.
“If you wanted to swim, all you had to do was say so.” Synclair smiled.
She splashed him.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned before grabbing her around the waist. She squealed as he plunged her into the water, and then hauled her back up, sputtering.
“That was mean,” she said, but she couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“Race you to the shore,” Ryan said. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m ready to head back to the hotel. The next time I make love to my wife, I want it to be on a bed.”
Those were magic words to Gemma’s ears. She would never tire of hearing them call her their wife, just as she would never tire of calling them her husbands. She kissed both of them then took off for the shore, laughing the entire way. Ryan caught up to her halfway there and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her the rest of the distance.
They stole kisses as they got dressed, then walked back to the hotel hand in hand. Gemma looked up at the sky one last time and sighed in contentment. It felt as if the stars and moon were made just for them on this special night, and it was a night she would always remember. She looked forward to the ones that would follow, but nothing would ever compare to that moment on the beach. Their love was forever branded on her heart.
Epilogue
The Browers were all gathered at Beau, Beck, and Cody’s house, sitting around the tables out back, enjoying a cup of coffee. Nick was scrolling through the messages on his phone when a big grin broke out across his face.
“What is it?” Elodie asked.
“It seems Synclair, Ryan, and Gemma are having such a great time in Key West that they traded in their plane tickets for a later flight. They’re staying a full week.”
Elodie smiled. “Well, that is good news.”
Beck and Beau shared a look.
“What?” Elodie asked.
“It didn’t escape our notice that, with the exception of Gemma, the whole family is here right now,” Beck said.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Elodie’s brow furrowed.
“You have your wedding dress upstairs, don’t you?” Beau asked.
“Of course.”
Cody smiled. “Then there’s no reason we can’t get married while the whole family is here.”
“But Gemma will miss it,” Elodie said.
“Trust me, she would understand.” Beau placed a hand on her shoulder. “If we don’t do this now, who knows when everyone will be able to come together again? I called the preacher this morning and he said he could come out in three days, after we’ve filed for our marriage license. What do say, Elodie? The backyard is already set up for a wedding. We could get married under the arbor.”
She looked at her men. “Is this really what you want? A backyard wedding?”
Cody sat beside her and took her hand. “Honey, all we want is to be married to you. We don’t care when or how. If you want a church wedding, we’ll wait and send out invitations, the whole nine yards. But if you can be content just having family around, marrying us under a sunlit sky, then we want to marry you as soon as possible.”
She looked at them before looking around the table. “I guess it would make sense to have it now, while everyone is here.”
“Only if that’s what you want,” Beau stressed.
Elodie smiled. “It is. I just need to call my friend Jasmine to see if she can make it. I’d really like for her to be here, especially if Gemma can’t be.”
Beck cleared his throat. “Already taken care of. She should be pulling in at any moment.”
Elodie jumped up and went running around the corner of the house. Sure enough, she could see the dusty trail of a car coming down the long drive. When her friend parked and got out, Elodie rushed to her side, throwing her arms around her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“Surprise!”
Elodie noticed the boxes and bags in the car. “How long are you staying?”
Jasmine smiled. “How’s forever sound?”
“Really?”
Jasmine nodded, and then her attention strayed to someone behind Elodie. Turning around, Elodie saw her men and their cousins watching them. If the hungry look in Asher’s and Colt’s eyes were anything to go by, she had a feeling Jasmine was about to be run to ground like a fox. Would there be another ménage wedding in their future? It was definitely something she’d have to watch. Maybe she could convince Jasmine to run slowly so the guys had a prayer of catching her. If Jasmine married into the Brower family, Elodie knew she’d stick around for good. Even better, she’d be family.
Elodie made the introductions and watched as sparks flew between her friend and the two younger brothers. With a smile, she decided to do everything in her power to ensure they came together. Life was about to become very interesting.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha male cowboys and the women who love them. There’s nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers and a pair of well-worn boots. You have to admit, there’s something sexy about a man who knows how to use a rope!
A cat lover, she has more than one furbaby running around, keeping her company in the wee hours of the morning as she tries to find just the right way to say “His skin gleamed, the early morning rays caressing his sun-bronzed flesh, as he studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson.” Or, you know, something similar.
When Paige isn’t doling out tons of affection on the furbabies, or slurping down a pot of coffee (yes! A whole pot!) so she can get in her daily word count, she enjoys reading and watching movies—romances, usually.
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