Sarasota Bride (16 page)

Chapter Eighteen

“The wedding was perfect,” declared Payton, emotion still overpowering her. She had no idea if it was due to pregnancy hormones or not, but her men were patient and tender, wiping her eyes and stroking her back whenever she welled up with tears. What more could a woman ask for? “I can’t believe my mom is so cool about me marrying two men.”

“Gilda, too,” Avery said, “though she’s never been judgmental of others.” Avery had inserted his barbell after they’d left Gilda’s house, and his voice sounded a touch different when he spoke. “I think she has a sense of peace about her we could all continue to learn from.”

“I think I’ve learned a lot since I met you two,” Payton replied with a private smile, patting her belly. Thankfully, she’d held down her dinner, and it was showing no signs of making a second appearance.

“And you’re going to learn a lot more,” Dylan growled low, kissing her languidly as if he had all the time in the world with her, because he did. Unlike her parents, she was married for life and would fight to keep it that way. And even though their marriage certificate said Dylan Easton was her legal husband, no official paperwork could change what was in their hearts, and Payton had not one but two husbands.

Avery asked, “Need any water or ginger ale?”

“I’m good, thanks.” She stared through the center of six towering columns positioned in a half circle leading to the balcony. She could barely see the waves in the darkness, but she could hear them roll in lazily, seductively. “I’ll never tire of that sound.”

“Shit, I hit another snag,” Avery grumbled, as they waited impatiently for him to ease the tangled lace from her zipper.

“I should have chosen another dress.”

Dylan shook his head. “No, this dress was perfect. I’m having a painting commissioned of you for our new home. I’d planned on putting it in the receiving room, but maybe I’ll put it in the library where I’ll spend most of my time working.”

“Library sounds better,” Avery suggested. “I’m going to order a second desk for the far corner, where the window overlooks the front lawn. We can put Payton’s painting over the fireplace.”

“Then we can have another commissioned after the baby is born, putting that one in the receiving room.” Dylan’s flaxen brows pulled together. “Or maybe in the grand foyer where the morning light comes in just right.”

She cupped her forehead. “Commissioned paintings, private libraries…I don’t even know what a receiving room is.” If it weren’t for Libby, she’d know nothing of designer clothes, either. “I’ll never get used to the money.”

“I’ve lived no other way.” Dylan’s eyes softened, his long lashes twining at the edges. “And I’d like to help your mom out a bit, if you think she’s comfortable with it.”

“You would?”

“Payton, we donate to complete strangers daily,” Avery said from behind her. “Why wouldn’t we want to help our mother-n-law?”

“Exactly.” Dylan turned off his phone. “But you’ll feel her out first, so we don’t offend her. Okay?”

She wouldn’t refuse them this. “Okay, thank you.”

“What’s mine is yours now, so don’t thank me regarding money.”

Avery sighed a relieved breath, easing the lace from her zipper. Twenty minutes had passed since they’d taken turns carrying her through a very quiet and very private Tower Amore. And her damned bridal gown was holding up production.

Payton said, “When you said we were spending the first night of our honeymoon in the tower, I thought you were joking.”

This room wasn’t the same one that Michael had placed her in the night she’d fallen drunk. Instead of the garish crimson and gold, the colors seemed to match the Florida sunset save for an oddly contrasting painting positioned above the fireplace in hues of red and black. Her eyes fell to the enormous four-poster bed draped in sheer gossamer and a duvet in cream damask embroidered with golden thread. The same damask covered the walls, until it hit an ancient, Roman-inspired fresco painted in shades of blue and framed within the coffered ceiling.

“My parents may have died in this tower,” Dylan explained. “But this is where my life started anew.” He tossed his shirt on a high chest, kicked off his shoes, and then dropped his pants and boxers. “Because I met you here.” Entirely naked and pointing at her with his frenum ladder, he cupped her face with his big palms. “I first kissed you here. I will make love to you for the first time as my wife right here.” He threaded her hair, settling his hand against her nape as he dipped his head, capturing her lips for a slow, velvet-tongue kiss.

After he pulled away, allowing her a breath to settle her dizzying head, she thought about how pushy he’d been in the beginning. Now, she wouldn’t wish him any other way. Dylan Easton was as big and as powerful as his loving heart. “Avery first kissed me here, too.”

“I sure did, and I’ll never forget it.”

Tomorrow, Dylan and Avery were taking her out of the country, but still refused to say where, insisting she would be thrilled with the surprise. “The two of you have become my best friends.” But she would always consider Libby and Noah her family, as well. “Nothing can shake me so long as I have this,” she said, reaching back and grabbing Avery’s arm, “and this.” She placed her other hand against Dylan’s chest.

Dylan’s eyes brightened. “As long as you stop squeezing the toothpaste from the middle — or at least start recapping it after you’re finished— I see a long and happy life together.”

She slanted him a look, dropping her hands and lifting a scolding finger. “I told you I’d oblige the day you remember to lift the seat.”

“Who cares about bathroom negotiations?” Avery’s mouth found the side of her throat the second her dress finally hit the floor. He was moving in rapid speed behind her, dropping his clothes on top of her fallen bridal gown. “I’ve finally untangled this damn lace,” he growled against her skin, his shoes flying to the side. “No more lace unless it is
underneath
the dress, okay?”

“Have you looked down?” She felt his head move, and immediately heard growls from both of her men. Payton was braless, but her breasts weren’t garnering the attention. Libby had bought her white-sheer, ruffled panties, and Payton’s ass hung from the bottom.

“Oh, fuck,” groaned Dylan as he circled her, “we’re ordering a truckload of those in every color.”

“I second that.” Avery yanked off the bow centering her ass cheeks. A few snaps and a tear later, her delicate ruffles joined the clothes heap on the floor. Avery wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers gently circling her tummy, and steered her to the bed.

Dylan walked alongside them, stroking his cock while running his eyes over her pussy. When she settled on the bed, he demanded, “Spread them. I want to see what’s mine.” His eyes heated with heightened lust when she easily obeyed. He leaned down, all golden hair and golden skin, looming over her while propping himself on one arm. His tight abs cinched when he adjusted himself, and Payton stroked her fingers over his muscled shoulders, sliding between the divot separating his bulging pectorals.

“You
‘re mine, too,” she whispered.

Dylan brushed the sides of her labia with tender fingertips, before he spread her wide with his forefinger and thumb. “Such a pretty sight, all pink and swollen.”

“And to know how that pussy feels on my cock makes me crazy when I’m stuck at work.” Avery settled on the bed next to them, opposite of Dylan, he took a nipple between his teeth, grazing lightly. They were super sensitive from her pregnancy. She arched her back, pressing more of her nipple into the warm suction of his mouth.

“Watch, A, her flush is spreading from her breasts, down her stomach, right between her legs,” Dylan whispered, his lips brushing her sensitized skin with every syllable. The cool air hitting her hot pussy was as igniting as their stares.

“Creamy and soft, so soft,” Avery murmured, rubbing his mouth on the underside of her breast, inhaling raggedly. “I’m always fucking ready for her. I think,” he said after a long lick, “that it will always be this way for us, even when we’re old.”

Payton trailed her fingers over the ridges and bumps marring one side of Avery’s chest, slipping them down to his tattooed cock and then finding Dylan’s long length with her opposite hand. She fisted them, up and down, going more gently with Avery’s since his scars often irritated him. “Oh, how fortunate could I be to have all of this for a lifetime?”

Dylan pumped her body with his fingers in time to her stroking, the smacking of her wet sex echoing in the cavernous suite. She lifted her hips, and he swirled those fingers deep inside her.

Payton tried to curl upwards and ease him in more, but Avery pressed some of his weight against her, securing her to the bed. He ran his tongue down the column of her throat, trailing his lips across her jawline before ending at the corner of her mouth. He dipped the tip of his tongue between her lips, probing until her jaw opened wide for his perusal. His weight still securing her side, his hand gripped her breast possessively, squeezing. “My wife,” he said between kisses, his voice filled with need, “my beautiful, perfect wife.”

“Slow down on the stroking, honey,” Dylan said, slowing her on his dick. The rings and balls of his piercing slightly jingled against her palm, and she loved the way he felt inside her. Payton tugged a larger ring that sat right behind his thick head and then scraped her nail around his slit. His head shot back, his thick shoulders bunching. She slid her hands down and grabbed his fleshy balls, twisting them just the way he liked.

Payton licked her lips. “I want this delicious cock in my mouth.”

“The way I’m feeling right now,” Dylan warned with a shake of his head. “I might end up breaking your precious jaw.” His hand left her pussy and feathered across her inner thighs. “So I’ll stay away from that sweet mouth until I shoot off a time of two in this pink glove.” He lowered, her hand dropping away from his cock, and ran his lips right against her sex in a hard kiss.

“Dylan,” she groaned, gripping his hair with her fingers.

“I love the way you taste between your thighs.” He swept his tongue over her, before spearing her nether lips and wrenching another cry out of her. “I’m so hungry.”

“Right. There!” she cried out, twisting against Dylan and Avery’s hold. Avery brought her elongated nipples in his mouth, alternating between the two, raking with his teeth and then laving with the ball of his piercing. His hand curled around her swollen mounds as he suckled hard. Tasting her breasts, while Dylan tasted her pussy.

“My sweet wife,” Dylan said, staring up her body from between her legs. When she met his eyes, panting, he traced his soaked bottom lip with the tip of his pink tongue. With a look of male pure satisfaction he said, “I finally have you forever. I wanted this from nearly the first moment I met you.”

“Yes,” Avery agreed, moving his head down her body, kissing a trail to her pussy.

If Avery were headed south on her, she would never be able to hold back. “Oh!” She melted the second Avery sucked her clit, drawing it gently between his front teeth, rolling it with the smooth metal ball. Dylan pushed one leg high and stretched her, his tongue then going back to her secret lips as Avery slanted his head to accommodate Dylan.

“Smell her, A.” He delved lower, licking her anus. “She’s drenched.”

“I’m smelling her,” Avery said, trailing his tongue over her hardened nub. “And she smells like mine.”

They pulled away, and Payton felt the cool swipe of lubricant applied to her dark crevice — the gentle insistent massaging against her rosette to ready her. Rolling her shoulders, Payton relaxed into the sensation, closing her eyes, pushing out as whomever’s fingers moved in and circled her tight ring.

After a few prodding moments, Avery flipped her gently, or maybe it was Dylan. When she opened her eyes, she was staring down into Avery’s hazels, his ha
rd body beneath hers. “Hello.”

“Hi yourself,” he said, his cock pressing against her stomach and circling her pelvis.

She moaned as Dylan plunged his thumb inside her anus and two fingers inside her pussy, moving in and out, squeezing on the upstroke. Avery laved her collarbone while spreading the globes of her ass with his fingers for Dylan.

“I think she’s ready,” Dylan said roughly, swallowing audibly.

“She’s not the only one,” Avery eased down the mattress, lifting Payton higher across his stomach, bringing her body up on his. “I love you.”

“I love
you
,” she placed a kiss on his hard chest, relaxing against his torso. He moved his hands up, cupping her face with one, her lower back with the other. Dylan swiped her ass with his lubricant glossed head. “I want to keep you aroused and coming all night, my wife. I want to flood you with my seed over and over again.”

Payton trailed her fingers over Avery’s blue-black whiskers. She kissed his chin, groaning as they continued to prime her.

“Relax now,” Avery directed as brought his broad head between her nether lips, “slow, deep breaths, Payton. If anything doesn’t feel right, we stop, okay?”

The doctor had assured them sex, in this way, would be okay for a while, but they wanted to be careful. “Okay.”

Dylan trailed kisses over her shoulders, and although she’d taken him before anally, his thick cock covered in piercings stung upon entry. “I’m large,” he panted, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades and steadying his breathing, “but we know you can take me.” He moved past her tight ring, slowly entering her without stopping, the smooth glide a burning pleasure.