“You’re so good, Chase,” I hum.
“Only for you,” he groans in my ear.
Our kisses slow and Chase excuses himself to the bathroom. I’m tempted to get myself off, but I know if I wait, tomorrow night will be twice as explosive with Stephen. I bite my lip and groan. I roll on my side and force my eyes shut, opening them only when Chase joins me in bed and pulls me to him. Always the cuddler.
The next day I wear an airy white dress with a few flowers pinned in my hair. Barefoot, I walk along the sand to the church where I meet with Chase. He walks me down the aisle with a huge grin.
Just before I look up to see Stephen, Chase whispers in my ear, “That’s the luckiest bastard in the world, getting to marry my wife.”
I almost laugh, but when I see Stephen waiting in a gorgeous fitted tux with his eyes glistening as he looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world, my breath leaves my lungs. Of course, he wore the same tux he wore as best man in my first wedding, but knowing he’s there, waiting for me, is something else. I swallow the lump in my throat. These men know how to drown me in feelings.
I exhale as I get to the altar. Chase looks at Stephen and then sits in the front pew. He’s our only witness. The officiant reads off the normal spiel and then pauses for vows. Shit. I didn’t write one.
Stephen clears his throat. “Nothing about our relationship has been normal, Olivia. Life with you hasn’t been normal. And I love the chaos you bring to my world. You’re loving, compassionate, driven, and feel everything so deeply. I’m constantly in awe of you and can’t imagine a single day in my existence without you there with me.”
I feel the tears escape my eyes and tickle my cheeks. I laugh once and nod to the officiant, knowing it’s my turn. I take a deep breath. “You are the man who taught me what love means. Even when we fight, I can’t help but come back to you. You bring stability to my world and give me perspective I’d never see otherwise. Nearly losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, and I never want to feel that again. You’re so vital to my existence, Stephen. I love you and I’m excited to love you more every day.”
We’re pronounced husband and wife and I kiss him. It’s hard to pull away after just one kiss, but Chase cheers and tosses rice as if it’s a normal, huge wedding. He claps Stephen on the back and sighs.
“I know the wedding night is all yours, so you guys have fun.”
I kiss Chase quickly. “Thank you.”
“Consider it your wedding present.”
“Cheapskate,” Stephen teases, but there’s a brightness in his eyes that I’ve missed. Like worry, jealousy, or fear can’t touch him now.
“Let’s at least have dinner together before I’m whisked away,” I insist.
Stephen agrees and we head to the only restaurant on the island. It’s more of a hut than a restaurant. We talk and eat and laugh. Nothing is awkward or tense between us. Stephen laughs at Chase’s jokes, they tell me stories about when they were young, and the conversation doesn’t stop.
Neither do the drinks. By the time we finish the fourth round at sunset, I’m tipsy and loose. I giggle as I hold both their hands and walk between them. I line my feet up as if I can leave fewer footprints.
“Look at that dexterity, even when drunk.” Chase chuckles.
“You’re going to roll your ankle, love. Be careful.”
“No.” I stop outside our gorgeous cottage. “I’m not Love anymore.”
Both of them stare at me expectantly. It’s almost too much to take in. These two gorgeous men, the sun setting and reflecting off the too-blue water, the fact that my future isn’t a hypothetical anymore. I bite my lip and hug them both.
“I’m Olivia Grant now.”
Stephen kisses me hard, his tongue slipping between my lips as if he can taste my new last name if he kisses me deeply enough. I melt right there, holding onto him for support. Chase chuckles. Before Stephen can completely cloud my senses, I reach over and kiss Chase too. He groans and palms my ass.
“Chase.” Stephen sighs.
“I know, I know.”
“Just come watch.” He rolls his eyes. “No touching, though.” Stephen tugs at my dress, pulling me until every line of my body is pressed against him. “She’s mine tonight.”
I bite my lip, eager to dissolve into pleasure under Stephen’s body and Chase’s gaze. And they don’t disappoint.
I wake up naked between them. Chase is hugging a pillow, almost hanging off the side of the bed. I’m strewn across Stephen’s chest. Chase nearly chokes on his snore, and I feel Stephen laugh quietly.
“You’re up early,” I whisper.
“I don’t want to miss another moment with you, Olivia. If I could go the rest of my life without sleeping, I would.” He tips my chin up so I can see how sincere he is. “You’re the best part of my life. My inspiration, my partner, my whole heart.”