“Right this way, Mrs. James.” I giggled when the valet opened the door.

Dylan corrected the man with the thick island accent. “It’s McCade, but thanks, buddy.” He rolled some bills into his hands. “I think I can take it from here.”

I grinned at my husband. The valet shuffled down the hall as Dylan scooped me in his arms. I squealed. “You know I’m ok if I’m Vanessa James sometimes,” I whispered.

“I know you are, darlin’, but damn girl—you’re a McCade. You’ve proven it over and over.”

I smiled. I had somehow embraced the warrior in me. Maybe it was because I was in love with two Warriors of my own.

Dylan kicked the door open and I felt my heart race.

“You know I have a special honeymoon surprise for you?” He waggled his eyebrows.

I bit my lip. “You do? What is it?”

He carried me through the suite. I barely had time to notice the flowers and champagne. I knew he had probably ordered sparkling cider for me.

“Tell me.” I playfully beat on his chest. He had changed into a short-sleeved button-up shirt on the jet after the reception.

The last thing I wanted to do was take off my wedding dress. The ceremony had been beautiful. The ranch was the perfect setting. Saying my I-dos to Dylan, while committing to him and Isaac was the most special day of my life. Taking off the white lace dress meant that day was almost over.

I was wearing a strappy white sundress. I still felt bridal.

From Austin the flight to the Bahamas didn’t take long. Three nights in paradise before we headed back to Texas for the playoffs and the holidays.

Dylan knocked the second set of doors ajar with his foot.

My jaw dropped. “Isaac.”

“Hey, baby.” He rose from the bed.

Dylan smiled. “Surprised?”

I looked between them. “But how did you? How did you get here before us? We took the jet.” How did they pull this off?

“Can’t tell you that.” Isaac pulled me into his arms. He brushed his lips over mine and I relaxed into his kiss. I hadn’t been able to steal one from him all day. It killed each other not to be able to touch.

His hand coasted to my belly. “How’s our baby?”

I smiled as Dylan nuzzled behind me. “Our baby?”

“Yeah, team baby? Does that sound better?”

I laughed. “The baby is doing great. She’s happy to be on vacation with her two daddies.”

“She?” Dylan choked.

I giggled. “I don’t know. Just wanted to see how you’d react to a girl.”

He spun me around to face him. He tilted my chin toward him. “You’re feeling a little devilish aren’t you?”

I nodded. “Maybe a little panther?”

“I hope so. We have three days together, darlin’ and I don’t expect to do anything but eat, drink, and love you.”

“That’s it?” I pouted.

“Sleep?” He shrugged his shoulders.

My palms flattened into his chest, digging my nails through the fabric on his shirt. “It’s our honeymoon.”

He nodded. “Mmmhmm. What did you have in mind?”

My eyes closed when I felt Isaac’s hands reach under my dress. “Did you want us to fuck you, baby?”

My nipples hardened. I was instantly wet. My beautiful bridal lingerie was going to be soaked.

Dylan slid the straps of the dress to my shoulders. “Say it, Vanessa. Say you want us to fuck you tonight like we own you.”

I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

I melted into their hands. Into their mouths. They were all over me. Tearing the dress from my body. Sucking my breasts. Dylan pushed me on the bed, dropping to his knees, lapping and flicking my clit with his tongue. He gathered the last bits of lacy fabric covering my pussy and ripped them from my legs. Isaac held me to his chest while we watched Dylan’s tongue fuck me relentlessly.

Isaac pinch my nipples. “Come for us, baby.”

I shook my head. “No.” I felt feisty.

“Oh we’re going to make you come hard. This whole damn island is going to hear you scream our names.”

I jerked my hips to Dylan’s face. My orgasms came even harder now that I was pregnant. My hormones kept me filled with intense sexual urges. I had to work even harder not to come on command. It was a game they had learned they could play and always win.

“No,” I mewed, but I realized it was pointless. I was only teasing the inevitable.

“I think the bride needs a little motivation.” Dylan surfaced from between my legs.

I thought I could devour him. He looked gorgeous. My husband. His lips glistened from my honey.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Isaac rolled from behind me. I landed on my back.

They stared at me, ready to pounce.

I watched, mesmerized by every sculpted inch of them as they took their shirts and shorts off.

“Remember the first time you lost your virginity to my cock?” Isaac asked.

I nodded. Of course I did. It was the most incredible night of my life. That single moment had changed the course of our lives. I was married to Dylan. I was having Isaac’s baby, all because I was willing to take a chance.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I want it again, the same way,” he growled.

“Did you bring it?” Dylan asked.

“Oh yeah.” Isaac reached for a small bag next to the bedside table. I waited for an array of fun honeymoon toys.

“Oh shit.” I saw the ring on my left hand. I had forgotten to take it off, but Dylan stopped me.

“Just wait, darlin’.”

Isaac emptied the bag next to the bed. He rummaged through the fun toys and then I saw what he grabbed.

“Oh my God.” I covered my mouth.

He dropped to his knee. He held a box in front of me as he cracked the lid. Dylan bent next to him.

It was a blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds.

“I want you to keep Dylan’s ring, baby. But wear this one from me on your right hand.”

I nodded. The tears burned the corners of my eyes.

Isaac slipped the ring on my right hand. I stared at it, then lifted my left hand.

“Now.” He looked at me. “Now we can fuck our wife properly.”

I was shattered. Wife had never meant so much. Marriage had never meant this to me. My life had become unreal. As abstract as my painting of the three of us. But we knew what it meant to love each other.

Isaac crawled toward me, crushing me with his mouth. Dylan twisted my jaw to him, taking my lips with as much passion and fire. I spun back and forth, dizzy with their kisses. Their hands. I reached for their cocks, sliding my palms over them, bringing them to a frenzied state. God, they were amazing.

Isaac reached for the lube and coated his shaft. He pressed a finger to my ass, being generous with the gel. His arms circled my belly gently as he pulled me on top of him.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as he pierced my rosebud. He slid inside me fully. I waited for him to pull out, but I saw Dylan’s eyes.

He nudged his cock to my entrance.

“We love you.”

I nodded. “I love you two so much.”

He pushed inside me and I felt the love fill me. They were easy and gently with me. It was intense with them keeping the same rhythm, both thrusting inside me at the same time, but I loved it. It was perfect. It was blinding bliss spreading through my core.

“Oh yeah. Fuck that’s hot,” Dylan groaned.

I sought his lips, licking and tasting his tongue. He and Isaac had perfect rhythm. I slid up and down, with slow sensual rocking. Their cocks were so huge. So full as they pumped inside me, going deep before timing their withdrawal.

I rubbed my breasts, twisting nipples as they frenzy built. I’d never felt more beautiful. I was carrying their child. I had sworn my love to them. And I was wearing nothing but their rings. My body belonged to them in every way.

I saw the sweat drip from Dylan’s chest.

“I’m going to fuck you like this always.”

I pressed my forehead to his. “Promise?”

He nodded. “And fucking come deep in your sweet pussy.” His lips took mine. I sighed into him as he rocketed inside me. He shuddered violently and I lost it.

I screamed as I felt Isaac pump harder. “Your fucking ass is everything, baby.” He gripped my hips, riding his climax as he buried himself inside me.

The colors were everywhere as if I were on a rainbow rollercoaster. Up and down, spiraling through prisms. My body sparked with diamond dust. I was theirs.

Dylan lifted me and laid me on the bed. He kissed me on the cheek as Isaac pushed up and pressed a kiss on my lips.

“Marriage isn’t so bad.” He waggled his eyebrows.

I laughed. “If this is marriage, then you’re right.”

Dylan hopped up and opened the wooden shutters. I felt the cool island breeze flutter the curtains.

“I love our honeymoon,” I whispered.

“Want something to drink?” Dylan offered. “Sparkling cider?”

“Yes. I want to keep celebrating.”

“I’ll take one of those beers out there,” Isaac shouted.

Dylan walked out of the room naked. He had an incredible ass.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” I turned to Isaac. “And I loved the surprise and the ring. It’s beautiful.”

“I didn’t want you to have to keep taking the other one off. I know Dylan was starting to get pissed. He loves you. I didn’t believe it at first, but he loves you as much as I do, baby. It’s the craziest damn thing what you’ve done to us.”

I rubbed the side of his cheek. “What you’ve done to me.” I smiled.

“How did you manage to tie us both down?”

I giggled. “Do you think I have that option?”

Dylan walked back in the room with three drinks. I took my non-alcoholic sparkly cider.

“I’d like to toast the bride.” He grinned devilishly.

“To the bride.” Isaac raised his glass.

I took a sip, feeling the bubbles dance on my tongue.

“To our honeymoon.”

“Do you think they have Sports Now here?” Dylan reached for the remote.

Isaac glared at him.

“What? Other teams are in the playoffs tonight and I want to know who we plan on Sunday.”

I took the beer from his lips, and twisted myself in his lap. “As your boss, I think you can take the night off from work.” I reached between his legs, massaging him to life. “Your bride wants all your attention.” I winked.

He threw the remote on the floor.

Isaac laughed.

“You win, darlin’. The bride gets what the bride wants.”

“I win?” I teased.

Isaac pulled me into his lap next. “You always win. We’ll make sure of that.”

I closed my eyes and let the world slip away.

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