That might be part of it, but there was another reason too. Last night after he'd finally untied me I'd turned the tables on him. I'd tied him up instead, keeping him aroused until dawn.
He begged me all night. But I told him we needed something blue for the wedding.
His balls.
Chapter Twenty-Four Jackson
Everyone in Brentwood had shown up for the wedding. It seemed hard to believe, considering how last minute the whole thing had been, but it was true. The temporary outdoor pavilion was going to be busting at the seams.
After all, it wasn't every day that all three Delancey brothers got hitched in a triple ceremony.
We were kind of a big deal around here.
The wedding would be the talk of the town for years to come. I was just hoping it wasn't because one, or more of the grooms got ditched at the altar.
Especially not me.
Daniel didn't look too worried. And Jake and Elle had been engaged for a while now. They'd told me just this morning that I was going to be an uncle.
I should be celebrating. I was getting everything I wanted and more. Instead I was standing under the biggest oak tree on our property, trying not to panic. The fact that I was semi erect was not helping matters.
I frowned to hide my nerves, trying to look stern. Jake was grinning stupidly while Daniel rocked back and forth on his heels. He'd drank more than fifteen cups of coffee today and he still didn't look all that alert.
Apparently, Francesca hadn't caved until dawn.
The music started and I sighed in relief as Casey appeared. If she was here, her sister must be behind her.
My chest swelled with pride as she walked down the aisle without assistance, throwing rose petals everywhere. When she got to the front I held out a chair for her and she smiled at me, taking her seat. I was so proud of her it almost hurt.
I wasn't just getting a bride. I was getting a sister. Three of them.
I turned my attention to the back of the crowd again.
Now it was time for the brides.
Elle came first, taking her place beside Jake. She looked beautiful, as always. Her dress was empire waist, to hide the growing belly she'd managed to keep a secret from the rest of us all this time.
Francesca was next. She was dolled up to the nines, wearing a flowing white silk gown. I noticed that she had thick bracelets on each wrist. According to Daniel, the bindings he'd used had left a mark.
I shook my head. He should have been more careful. I had left Angelina with nothing more than slightly sore nipples.
And... other parts.
I was pleasantly contemplating my wedding night when Angelina stepped into the aisle. Suddenly the world seemed to stop turning. In her simple white dress, she looked like a movie star walking toward me.
Relief filled me as I realized that everything had worked out after all.
She was here.
She hadn't run.
She loved me.
I was grinning foolishly as she walked down the aisle, looking like a princess. I took her hand and squeezed it as we all turned to face the judge who was performing the ceremony. He spoke about marriage and commitment for a little while.
One by one we pledged our love and lives to each other. One by one, we said yes, and "I do." And at the end, all at once, we kissed the brides.
Most people would have told you it was a perfect ceremony. Simple. Classic.
I grinned, rubbing my thumb against the device in my pocket.
I knew something they did not know.
My bride was wearing a remote controll vibrator under her pristine white gown.
And no panties.
There was no way in hell I was going to wait for the wedding night. I was going to take my bride as soon as I could get her alone.
Now, I just had to smile and nod for a couple minutes longer...
Angelina
Jackson stared down at me triumphantly. He'd looked so relieved when he first saw me, I almost felt sorry for him.
But like Francesca had told me, it was good to keep a man on his toes.
My man in particular was too arrogant by far. But not apparently, when it came to me. With me, he was as timid as a kitten. At least when he thought I was going to say no to him.
I couldn't help it. I liked it. It made me feel powerful.
That's when I felt the jolt. He had turned up the vibrator. It was high.
Too high.
"Jackson what are you-"
He grinned, throwing his arm around me and hustling me down the aisle. He smiled and nodded at people. I could barely walk, I was so close to coming.
Had I just been thinking what a sweet, considerate man he was?
I was wrong.
The man was pure evil.
"Jackon-oh God! Please-where are we going?"
He barely looked at me, too busy hauling me through the crowd towards the stables. He looked around furtively and then pushed me into a clean stall, pressing me up against the wooden wall. He reached down and yanked my dress up, pulling the vibrator straps loose.
A second later, his wicked fingers replaced it.
"Hmmmfff... Jesus Jackson-what are you doing?"
He touched me lightly, stroking my petals.
"You kept me up all night. You made me wait."
"You made me wait for three days!"
He smirked at me.
"That was fun. Maybe we can reenact that on our anniversary."