I watch Tara come down the aisle and she looks absolutely radiant. Wes and Tara couldn’t be any more perfect for each other, and I’m glad I get to be here to support them today.

The ceremony starts and eventually, Wes’s best man and brother Preston passes him his ring as Adanne gives Tara hers.

They say their vows and I do’s with complete attention to each other, and it’s like they’re in their own world. Seeing them so obviously still in love after nearly 10 years together is heartwarming.

I remember what they said about liking to share sometimes, and it doesn’t seem as crazy to me now.

Even though theirs was more about casual pleasure than full relationships, it obviously didn’t take away anything from how much they value each other.

I met Michaela first, so by my past thinking, if she became interested in someone else after she met me - that must mean that she’s interested in him more.

Yet, I don’t think that at all when I think about her. About them.

I don’t know about other people, but I don’t doubt for one second that Michaela is fully capable of having enough love for both of us.

I keep waiting to feel extreme jealousy, or wake up and resent Liam, but I haven’t. I’m not going to say I don’t feel any at all, maybe a quick moment here and there, but nothing that I let get in the way. It’s not like I can get rid of years of traditional thinking in a few weeks.

Wes and Tara turn, holding her bouquet up as they jump the broom hand in hand, husband, and wife. I clap and cheer with everyone else, and then meet Rachel at the start of the aisle as the wedding party follows the couple out.

We have photos to take.

I pass Mickey standing at her seat and wink, enjoying the slight blush that’s on her cheeks.

We might’ve had a little fun before the festivities got started.

* * *

2 hours earlier

“You ready?” I tie Wes’s bowtie, watching his face.

“I’ve been calling this woman my wife since our second year together, this is just a formality.”

“True, after you told her you’d never be caught dead with her.”

He winces. “You know she still gives me hell for that?”

“She has a lot of stuff to give you hell for, you were the typical spoiled rich kid.”

“I like to think I’ve grown, mostly.”

“Mostly.” I agree, grinning. “Alright, where’s the alcohol?”

“Someone said alcohol?” Liam and the rest of the guys come in, setting down glasses. “Tara has dictated a one drink maximum.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” Wes circles his finger in a crazy motion. “She says I’m the high-strung one, but this wedding is alllll her.”

Christian pours drinks and passes them around, then all 7 of us raise our glasses.

“To Tara finally making an honest woman out of Wes. May they continue to live happily and amuse the rest of us.” Preston says, and we all whoop.

“To Tara!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wesley says, putting his glass to his lips, murmuring. “You hoes ain’t loyal.”

We’ve got thirty minutes before it’s our turn to take photos, and I text Mickey.

I laugh at how quickly the text comes through. There are a few private spots in this building I can think of and I text her one of them.

Should I tell Liam where I’m going? That’s another part of this I’m still trying to mentally navigate.

Do we always need to be together? Do we tell the other if we want time alone with her?

“Liam, can we talk for a second?” He turns from another groomsman, Vincent, and nods.

“Of course. What’s up?” We walk to the other side of the room by the windows and I put a hand in my pocket.

“So…” I look out at the view, “I texted Mickey for a quickie. But I realized I don’t really know how we do this. Do we need to let the other know if we’re going to see her alone?”

“Ah.” He says. “Well, I don’t mind being separate when we’re separate and together when we’re together if that makes sense. I appreciate you thinking of me, but unless it conflicts with the other, then you still have your relationship with her.”

“Got it. Okay, makes sense. Still can’t quite believe that crossed my mind.”

“I appreciate it. It means this will probably be pretty easy for us since I don’t think either of us is an asshole.”

“True.”

“A schedule probably will come in handy at some point, so we don’t plan stuff for the same times.”

“I use google calendar to sync with my assistant. Think that’d work?”

“Hell yeah.” He turns to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Now get outta here, and don’t wrinkle your shit or Tara will castrate you.”

I shake my head. “I know. And Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. You make this a lot easier to handle, being as cool as you are.”

He shrugs, his mouth tipping up. “I learned a long time ago that there’s a lot of shit I can let bother me, I don’t think you’re one of them.”

* * *

Michaela is waiting for me in the small storage room when I get there, and she turns around, her hair in a loose chignon.

She’s done something so her green eyes look even brighter, and her lips look delicious. She’s wearing this deep peach dress with a strapless top that nips in at her waist then has structured pleats.

It looks like it makes for easy access.

“I believe I was lured here with the promise of fucking.” She holds up a condom between her fingertips, and I unbuckle my belt.

“I believe you’re correct.” I pull her to me by the edge of her dress and press my lips to hers, relishing the way they part easily for me.

I reach under her dress and pull her panties down and over her heels, shoving them in the inside of my suit jacket.

Taking the condom from her, I tear it open with my teeth as she pulls my cock out of my pants, her hands feeling fucking amazing as her thumb rubs the swollen tip.

She pulls her thumb back and licks the pre-cum off of it, keeping my gaze the entire time. I shudder and roll the condom on, flipping up her skirt and backing her against the wall.

“We find ourselves in this position again.” She murmurs, sliding her arms around my neck.

“Little more fun than the other times though.” I move in, completely crowding her because I want to see the look on her face. I stroke her slit, kicking her legs open more and thrusting my fingers into her.

There. That look. The one where her eyes droop a little and her lips part on a soundless gasp. I finger her to an orgasm, rough and quick before I hitch her leg around my hip and notch my cock against her heated pussy.

I lick my fingers as she watches, moaning low. Then I pick up her other leg and slam into her in one smooth thrust, silencing her shout with my tongue.

I fuck her hard against the wall as her pussy squeezes me, wet and tight. Like molten fucking lava. I move back so our lips are close but not touching and stare into her eyes as I pump my hips.

“Fuck me, I’m coming.” She breathes against my lips, hips straining against mine. “Hawk.”

“Yes, darlin’. Let me feel it.” I drive into her over and over, fucking her through her orgasm and feeling her pussy ripple around me. I suck and bite her neck as I thrust deep, my body tightening as I come. We stay like that for a moment, and I press small kisses along her neck and up to her face, taking her lips gently.

“That was one hell of a quickie.” She shivers, and I pull out, holding the base then getting rid of the condom.

I fix my clothes and pat my jacket. “You’re welcome.”

“And my panties?” She smoothes her skirt over what I know is a bare ass.

“I’ll give them to Liam as a gift.”

Her mouth drops and I grin as I leave the room, whistling.

Damn, I love this woman.