“We’re getting married,” Axel blurts.
The guy has no tact. He couldn’t wait for the presentation or for us to get on our knees and do the damn romantic Disney shit for her. Stella puts up with a lot from us, she takes so much and gives effortlessly, and this moron couldn’t do one thing that was just for her. “You couldn’t go with the script, you asshole?”
Axel shrugs, a coy, boyish smile on his lips. “You know I’m not good at this shit.” He turns to Stella and winks. “I’ll make it up to you later with my tongue.”
Stella laughs. “So, which one of you am I marrying?”
Three sets of eyes turn to her, and we blurt in unison, “All of us.”
Ronan grabs her hands in his, holding them steadfastly as he bends level with her eyes. “It’s all of us. Always. No one is above another.” He casts his head down, something fluttering in his eyes, but the emotion is gone before I can make it out. “Unless you’d rather be with one of us over the other.”
“No!” she says with force. “Absolutely not. I can’t imagine my life without any of you. I love you all. All three of you. There’s no way I could pick one of you. That’s why I thought a wedding was out of the question.”
“We were thinking about a ceremony in the woods behind Dad’s house. You know, since that’s where it all began.” Axel wags his eyebrows.
Stella smiles. “In a fucked up Axel way, that’s kind of sweet.”
Axel points his spoon at Ronan. “It was his idea.”
Stella laughs. The sound is like angels singing. “Makes sense now.”
I grip the back of her neck, forcing her gaze on me. “You’re our world, Sweet Girl. Will you let us make it official?’
Her warm brown eyes lock with mine. “Yes.”
“Then it’s settled,” Axel says, gesturing with his spoon. It’s apparent the man is hungry. “We weren’t sure what type of jewelry you wanted, so we got you these.”
Stella’s eyes widen as she takes in the diamonds in front of her. A diamond-encrusted choker from me. A ten-carat diamond ring set in platinum from Ronan and a diamond tennis bracelet with tiny diamond handcuffs as clasps from Axel.
“Let me guess. The choker is from Kian, the ring from Ronan.” She lifts the bracelet, her eyes focused on Axel. “And this is from you.”
Axel smirks. “I love how you know us so well.”
ChapterFive
RONAN
“Can’t shakethe stalking habit, huh?” Stella murmurs.
Watching a woman get ready is sexy. WatchingStellaget ready is divine. The girl looks attractive in a paper bag, but the world stops and pays attention when she goes all out. So there’s no way I’ll let her go anywhere without one of us by her side. I can’t imagine there was a time when she wasn’t aware of the power she has on every man who comes into contact with her.
She isn’t looking at me. Her pretty brown eyes are focused on the red lipstick she’s applying to her perfect full lips.
Like a junkie, I reach for my hit, wrapping my arms around her waist and trailing my lips along her delicate nape. “Rabbit, it’s not stalking. It’s worship. Where you go, we follow. Think of yourself as God, and we’re your pilgrims.”
She waves her hand in the air, showcasing the small room with a mirror, sink, and toilet. “The ladies’ washroom should be off limits.”
I lock the door. “Good thing this is one of those fancy unisex ones, huh?”
“Ronan, what are you doing?”
“I’d like to admire you as you put on that lipstick while my cock’s buried deep in your sweet pussy,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.
The sweet symphony of her soft, vibrant giggle cascades over my body like warm summer rain.
“Stop that. The guys will wonder what’s taking me so long. Kian gets insane when he assumes something happened.”
Ignoring her, I trail one hand up her thick, silky thighs, bunching up her black dress. “You seem to think I give a damn. I’ve got a raging hard-on, and your warm, tight pussy is in front of me. Now you’re going to be a good girl and scream at the top of your lungs while I fuck my pretty pink cunt.”