Xander fidgets. Zeke sits perfectly still. The heavy knot of anxiety in my throat mirrors the tension radiating from them. What if she says no?
She snaps open the box, and her eyes immediately fill with tears. Her ring is made of four thick bands fused together, two platinum and two rose gold, each engraved with one of our names. She looks at us with tear-filled eyes that overflow with love for us. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
Xander opens his box to reveal his ring, which is identical to Zeke’s and mine. The only difference between ours and Lily’s is that ours are all platinum. He immediately slips it onto the ring finger of his left hand, and Lily sucks in a stuttered breath.
“That’s where yours will fit too, princess.”
Tears drip from her chin, and she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
Zeke leans forward, hands clasped between his spread thighs. “We might not be able to legally marry each other, baby doll, but we are committed to you and each other more than any marriage license can demonstrate.”
She looks between Zeke and me. “You both have one too?”
I take out my ring and slide it onto my finger. “Sure do.”
“The only piece of jewelry I’ll ever agree to wear,” Zeke says as he puts his on.
Xander jumps up onto his knees. “So what do you say, shorty? Will you be our wife?”
Zeke cups her chin in his hand and tilts her head so she’s looking up at him. “Say you’ll be our partner in every way, baby doll.”
“Yes! Yes, I will,” she squeals, almost jumping off my lap with excitement. I take her ring out of the box, and a lump of emotion lodges in my throat as I slip it onto her finger. Fucking perfect.
I had this idea a few months ago but worried Xander and Zeke would think I was crazy. When I suggested it, they both immediately jumped on board the second I said the word wife, and we spent the last few weeks designing the rings. Xander has hounded me practically every hour on the hour this past week, beyond ready to do this. And in this moment, the four of us make sense in a way nothing else ever has. Together in everything. Always.
Lily holds out her hand, and the precious metals glint in the lights from the tree.
“Looks beautiful, Mrs. Archer.”
Zeke snorts. “I don’t fuckin’ think so. Mrs. Cavanagh is way better.”
“Actually, I think Mrs. King has a nice ring to it.” We groan, but Xander laughs at his pun.
A wicked grin curves her lips. “Or you could all change your name to Constantine.”
“Hell to the fuck no, princess. Not happening.”
She bites on her lip and flutters those long dark lashes at me. Brat. “We could always hyphenate. Constantine-Archer-Cavanagh-King.”
Xander roars with laughter. “Cack!”
“I’m not being called Mr. Cack, baby doll, not even for you.”
Lily giggles like she knew exactly what acronym that would make. “How about we keep our own names then?”
“I’m just gonna call you Mrs. Archer anyway.”
Zeke snarls. “And I’ll call you Mrs. Cavanagh.”
“Mrs. King.”
She pretends to scowl, but her lips stay curved. “I guess I’ll just have to answer to them all.”
I pop open the top two buttons of her pajama shirt and push my hand inside, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing. She is fucking ours, and I would die for her happiness as easily as I’d take my next breath. “Damn fucking straight you will.”
“West,” she murmurs, tipping her head back.
Xander kisses her neck and slips his hand into her pajama pants. “Always so fucking wet and ready for us.”
Zeke joins us on the floor and swallows her moans with his kiss.
Together the three of us strip off her clothes, kissing and touching her all over until she’s whimpering and begging to be fucked. I sweep my tongue over the length of her pussy and groan as her sweet taste floods my mouth.
“You think our wife needs some cock?” Xander asks.
Lifting my head from between her thighs, I lick my lips. “I think she might. You think you can take all three of us, princess?”
“Please,” she whines.
While our sofa is huge, it’s not nearly big enough for the filthy things we’re about to do to our girl. “Let’s take this party somewhere a little more comfortable.” Zeke sweeps her into his arms and leads us to the bedroom we share.
LILY
“This perfect little ass is mine, buttercup,” Zeke says with a throaty growl as he gives it a hard slap.
“I call dibs on pussy.” Xander tugs off his boxers, and now we’re all naked.
Stepping up behind him, West nips at the back of Xander’s neck, making him shiver. “That means your ass is mine, Fitch.”
Zeke lies on the bed, his back against the headboard and his outstretched hand summoning me. “Come here, Mrs. Cavanagh. I need to fuck you. Now.”
Anticipation skitters down my spine, and I bite my lip, holding his intense gaze as I crawl on top of him. He pulls my hair, tilting my head to his desired angle, and gives me an all too brief kiss. Then he spins me around, maneuvering me easily until I’m straddling him reverse-cowgirl style. “Lube,” he barks, and a second later Xander throws him a bottle.
I can feel Zeke coating his fingers and cock behind me, but my eyes are fixed on Xander. He licks his lips and crawls between Zeke’s spread legs. “You’re so getting fucked, Mrs. King.”
I tug my bottom lip through my teeth. “Is that a promise?”
Zeke grabs my hip with his free hand and tosses the lube to West. “Yes, it’s a fucking promise, baby doll.”
West stares at the three of us with hungry gray eyes, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. We’ve done this so many times, but it never feels any less incredible to have all of them together like this.
Zeke’s grip tightens on my hip as he slides a slick finger inside my ass, working it deeper and twisting before he adds a second, all to prepare me for his thick cock. So tender and careful even as he mutters about how desperate he is to fuck me.
Xander has a wicked glint in his eyes as he stares at the space between my thighs. “Spread her open a little for me, Z.”
Zeke opens his thighs wider so that mine follow.
West crawls onto the bed behind Xander. “Jesus. You’re fucking dripping, princess.”
Xander drags two fingers through my wet center, and my moans turn to desperate whimpers. “So wet and needy.” He pushes them into my pussy, and I sink my teeth into my lip, unconsciously stifling a loud groan.
Zeke removes his fingers from my ass and replaces them with the thick head of his cock. I hiss out a breath, the stretch burning despite how ready he’s made me. “Let me inside you, buttercup,” he growls.
Nodding, I inhale a deep, calming breath and relax my muscles, allowing him to give me more. Pleasure and pain lace together, and the feeling of fullness from Zeke being seated so deep inside me makes my head spin and my thighs tremble.
Xander’s crown nudges my entrance. “You in, Z?”
Zeke holds onto my hips with both hands now, his fingertips biting into my supple flesh. “Yeah.”
“You ready to take me too, shorty?”