Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

BONUS SCENE SELENA

One Year Later

“Here. Drink this.” My best friend shoves a cold bottle of water in my face. She’s been keeping me hydrated all day, but now that I have my dress on, I’m limiting the fluids. It’s a pain in the ass hiking up this long train just to go to the bathroom, so I’ll gladly avoid it if I can.

“I’m good. Thanks. The ceremony will be starting soon anyway.”

My mom gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “Just a few sips, darling. Please.”

How can I say no to my mother? Especially when her eyes crinkle with concern.

I take a few swallows of the cool drink and hand the bottle back to Lexi. “Do you need a snack before everything gets started? Can’t have you passing out at the altar. Although that would make for some hilarious pictures.”

“Oh, Lexi. Don’t tease her.” My mom playfully swats at my best friend’s arm, and Lexi returns the gesture with a mischievous wink.

“No more water and no more snacks. I’m fine. I promise. Besides, if I mess up my makeup or this dress, Leslie will kill me.” Our wedding coordinator is fabulous but she can be a real bear if you interfere with her perfectly crafted vision.

Looking in my vanity mirror, I glance at the women standing behind me. I’m so grateful to have two of my favorite people here with me on this special day. They’re my support humans, and they keep me grounded when the day seems to be in chaos. But shockingly, I feel very calm. I know everything is being taken care of, and within a few hours, I’ll have everything I ever wanted.

I’m getting married today.

A constant smile has been plastered on my face since the moment I woke up. I can’t wait to see my guys, dressed in their custom-tailored suits and looking gorgeous. I have no idea how I got here, but this is the most amazing fantasy to have come true. I’m living a dream and I couldn’t be happier.

The past eighteen months have been a whirlwind. Getting the assistant job at work, dating three of the wealthiest executives in Seattle, and moving into this sprawling lakeside mansion. And now, we’re finally getting married.

The details of it all were a bit of a puzzle to me, but the guys worked diligently with their old attorney, Stan Sr., and some of his colleagues to make everything happen. The sweet old man felt terrible for what his son did, but we assured him multiple times it was no reflection on him or his beautiful wife. They’re wonderful people and have been so accepting of our relationship. They were thrilled for us when we explained what we were planning.

Legally, I’ll only be married to Noah. While all three of them hold equal shares of Mosaic Inc., he’s the one who’s mostly behind the scenes and not as frequently seen by clients or the public like Brody and Chance. We want to protect our union from nosey reporters and prying eyes and thought he’d be the best choice.

It doesn’t matter to me one way or the other who’s listed on that marriage certificate, because my heart and soul are bound to all of them. And though I told them numerous times I don’t want their money or their assets, they’ve each taken special measures to ensure I’ll be well taken care of if something were to happen. They’ve even made arrangements for my mom.

Not long after we moved into our new home, they surprised me yet again with a small but lavish apartment on the backside of our property. With over four acres of land, there was plenty of room to build a cozy cottage for my mom to live in. I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about moving from Chicago to Seattle, but she was eager to make the change. City life was finally wearing her down and she was ready for a slower pace.

And now, she won’t have to work. She balked at that for weeks, constantly offering to cook or clean or run errands. But the guys finally convinced her that we have staff for all those things, and her only job was just to enjoy herself and spend time with me. It’s a big change for a woman who’s worked two jobs most of her life, but I think she’s getting used to it. Perhaps a certain head of landscaping has something to do with it too.

Mom seems to particularly enjoy the occasional afternoon tea with Sanford. The two of them are awfully chummy when I’ve spotted them chatting at her cottage. She hasn’t said a word about it, and I’m willing to let her keep it a secret for a while. The sneaking around adds a little spice to their relationship, and I’m happy to see my mom having fun for a change.

She places her warm hand on my bare shoulder and looks at me in the mirror. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Tears well in her kind eyes and threaten to spill over.

I smile and offer her a tissue. “Thanks, Mom. I have you to thank for everything.”

We both carefully dab at our eyes so we don’t ruin our mascara.

“That’s enough of that,” Lexi fusses. “We can’t have you girls looking like racoons out there.” She leans over and gives my mom a side squeeze.

High heels clack on the hardwood floor of the hallway as they approach my makeshift dressing room. The door swings open and Leslie saunters in, looking more like a celebrity than an event planner. “Ready to go? You’ve got a few more minutes before we need to head outside.”

“I’m ready,” I reply as I stand and walk over to the full-length mirror.

We converted the downstairs office to a dressing room to minimize the chance that any of my grooms might see me. They weren’t too happy about that, particularly since we agreed I’d spend last night with Lexi and my mom at her cottage. It was bad enough having Lexi’s men begging to stay with us in the cozy two-bedroom apartment. But after my guys showed up at the door following the rehearsal dinner, Leslie put her foot down and banned all men from our girls only space.

She adjusts the train of my exquisite gown. “The designer really outdid herself with this one,” Leslie praises as her gaze sweeps over me.

It’s a boho-style dress with an A-line silhouette, layers of tulle and chiffon, and trailing leaves made of crystal beaded embroidery. The plunging V-neckline goes almost to my waist with a matching cut for the back of the dress. The fitted bodice showcases my curves and the full skirt adds a princess feel to the gown. With my hair styled into old Hollywood waves that drape over my shoulder and down my back, I feel regal and elegant. I can’t wait to see the guys’ faces at the altar.

Leslie glances at her delicate gold watch. “It’s time, gorgeous.” She taps her hidden earpiece and gives directions to the numerous assistants, who are scurrying about, making sure this all goes off without a hitch. Then she returns her attention to me. “You remember what we practiced?”

It’s not every day you see a wedding with three grooms and one bride. And while we wanted to include our families, not all of them gave their blessings. My heart breaks for Brody, since his parents won’t be attending, but I suppose that’s not a surprise. They’ve had such little involvement with him since he left for college, and this is just another excuse for them to stay away.

Chance’s family has welcomed me with open arms, which was slightly intimidating at first. After meeting his dad, I can see where he gets his charm and charisma from; though he certainly got his gorgeous features from his mom. She might be in her sixties, but that woman is stunning. And the only thing they care about is their son’s happiness.

I had no idea what to expect from Noah’s family, as he rarely talks about them. He has a brother he hasn’t seen or heard from in years, but they all seem completely unbothered by it. There’s definitely more to that story—I’ll dig into the details another time. His mother and father are very reserved, but shockingly have been supportive of our union. They raised an extremely intelligent man, who’s made his own fortune without depending on anyone to do it. He’s never asked them for anything, so when he invited them to our commitment ceremony, perhaps they felt obligated to attend. They haven’t said much since they arrived and he may not express it, but I know it means a lot to Noah. It means a lot to both of us.

I mentally run through last night’s rehearsal in my head, then respond to Leslie’s question. “The wedding officiant will walk out first and take his place at the altar. He’ll be followed by Brody, Chance, and Noah, then the parents. And I’ll be escorted by Lexi and my mom.”

“Right. Everyone will take a seat and it’ll just be you and the guys with the officiant.”

“Got it. Easy-peasy.” I laugh.

“Then let’s get this show on the road!”

After one final hug, my mom and my best friend walk with me to the back of our estate.

Tears instantly fill my eyes as I hold my heavy bouquet of roses and peonies while I gasp at the breathtaking sight before me. A huge wooden canopy covered with thousands of white flowers creates the altar that overlooks the lake. White garden chairs are arranged in neat rows, and off to the side, near our pool, massive tents provide cover for our outdoor reception space. It’s stylish and romantic, and everything I could’ve dreamed of.

“I hope this is what you wanted because there’s no changing it now.” Leslie laughs.

“It’s a fairy tale,” I whisper, overcome with emotions.

“Then let’s go get your happy ending, shall we?”

***

I tug against the silk fabric knotted around my wrists. I should’ve known it wouldn’t budge since Chance is the one who tied it and he’s an expert in Shibari and bondage. Our guests are still milling around outside before the reception dinner, but we sneaked away after taking pictures with the photographer. It’s been over twenty-four hours since they’ve been inside me and we desperately needed a few moments alone together.

“We don’t have much time, pretty girl. So we better make this quick,” Brody cautions while securing the bustle of my dress.

I’d give anything for them to fuck me properly right now so we can officially consecrate our union with each other. But this’ll have to do because it won’t be long before Leslie or one of her staff comes searching for us. It’ll take them a while to find us though, because our playroom is hidden away behind a secret door in our primary bedroom.

Brody helps me carefully lie on top of the spanking bench before latching the knot of my restraints on a hook at the front. Being mindful of the delicate beading on my dress, he thoughtfully covered the supple leather with a satin sheet. He bunches the layers of fabric around my waist, then removes my heels and secures my ankles to the bench.

“Of course, you didn’t.” He smirks while palming my bare ass with both his hands.

I feign innocence, but slightly wiggle my ass at him. “I didn’t what?”

Chance and Noah join him and the three men stand behind me. “No panties on your wedding day, huh?” Chance snaps the garter around my thigh.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re being a very good girl to me,” Noah adds.

I glance over my shoulder. “I wanted to be ready for my husbands. That’s not so bad, is it?” I seductively sway my hips before tilting them forward and giving an unobstructed view of my wet pussy. “I guess if you’re not interested, we can go back out to the reception.”

“Fuck that,” Brody grunts. “I’ve waited for this pussy all day.” Then, without another word, he drops to his haunches and buries his face between my legs.

My knees buckle but the bench supports my weight while I mindlessly rock back, wanting his tongue to go deeper.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over how you taste,” he groans and thrusts his fingers inside me. Then, I hear the faint sounds of lowered zippers and the shuffling of clothes as Chance and Noah take out their cocks and begin stroking themselves.

“Get there, beautiful,” Chance orders. “So we can fill your sweet pussy with our cum.”

My belly quivers at his words and Brody works hard and faster to send me over the edge. My vision goes blurry and I cry out when my orgasm takes over me and floods Brody’s mouth. He drinks every drop before stepping away and Noah’s girthy hard cock sinks inside me. I gasp, having no time to adjust, while he grips my waist and roughly fucks me.

“God!” I scream and grab the frame of the bench, taking the hard pounding he gives me.

“Nothing is better than our wife’s pussy. Nothing,” he coos and circles his thumb over my puckered hole. “If we had more time, I’d fuck you here too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?”

“Yes, please!”

“Tonight, honey. I promise.” He thrusts a few more times until his body tenses and spurts of his cum coat my insides.

Noah pants while he uses my pussy to milk his cock. Then he withdraws from me and his dick is replaced by Chance’s.

“Goddamn, that feels good,” he admits and I feel some of Noah’s cum seep out of me. “You want my cum, beautiful? Squeeze that pussy tight and show me.” His grip is almost painful while he relentlessly fucks me, and his brutal thrusts scoot the bench a few inches across the floor.

Noah comes to stand in front of me with his dick in his hand. “Be a good little whore and lick my cock clean.”

Eager to taste him, I lift my head and open my mouth wide. Then he slides his length over my tongue. His smooth, rounded tip hits the back of my throat and I gag, before recovering and licking off the remnants of our combined cum.

“Fuck,” Chance roars, and shoots his load deep into my pussy. “So fucking good,” he breathes and steps away.

I’m expecting to take Brody next, but instead, I feel cool liquid drizzled over my asshole. I hum around Noah’s dick, then pop off to take a few last licks. When he moves away, I finally look back and see a large silver butt plug in Brody’s hand. He coats it with lube before shooting me a sinful wink.

“Don’t get that on my dress,” I warn with a narrowed gaze and subtle smile.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, pretty girl. When I’m ready to ruin your dress, I’ll do it with my cum.” He teases my back hole with the pointed tip of the plug, then slowly eases it forward. Being with the three of them, I’ve gotten used to having dicks or toys in my ass, but the first few moments of the intrusion always take a bit for me to adjust.

My back arches and my eyes close as he fucks my ass with the plug. Finally, he leaves it inside before slamming his rock-hard dick into my pussy. “Brody,” I scream with Noah’s and Chance’s cum dripping down my thighs.

“I love hearing you call my name.” He leans over me, smashing our bodies together and shoving his dick deep inside me. He snaps his hips, and his long cock almost reaches my cervix, creating a blissful mix of pain and pleasure with each powerful thrust. “Feels so fucking good when both your holes are filled,” he whispers, and my body sags against the bench. “Are you gonna come for me, wife? So I fill up your cunt? Then you’ll have all three of us inside you.”

I grit my teeth, while my muscles tremble and my pussy clenches around him. The thought of their cum mixed together and painting my slick walls is enough to cause another orgasm to rush through me. Brody growls in my ear, then rises up and brutally fucks me until he comes too.

After he empties every drop, he slowly slips out, swirling the tip of his finger through our combined releases. “Forever, Selena. You’ll be ours forever.”

My body goes limp while I try to catch my breath, but I wince when he removes the plug. I’m sure I look a mess, but I couldn’t care less, since I’m happily sated and full of my husbands’ cum.

I startle when I feel a soft, damp cloth being dabbed at my swollen pussy.

“Just me, beautiful. Gotta get you cleaned up before we return to our guests.” Chance fixes me up and unbuckles my restraints before untying the knot at my wrists. He helps me to my feet and Brody rushes over to adjust my dress. I feel drunk with euphoric bliss, but somehow my guys put me back together.

Noah uses a tissue to swipe at the smudges of lipstick on my face. Then he stares deeply into my eyes. “It’s impossible to express how much we love you.”

I hold on to his wrists as he cups my face. “It can’t be any more than the love I have for the three of you.” I share a meaningful kiss with each of them; then the four of us return to our party.

I don’t think anything could beat the sheer joy I feel at this moment. Maybe when I tell them that I’m pregnant. But I’ll save that news for the honeymoon.