“You… look… amazing.” Ally takes my hand in hers and twirls me around. My dress flows out across the floor.

“I feel like a princess.”

“You should.” She glances over her shoulder to make sure we’re alone in the room. “It sounds like those two treat you like one.”

I laugh. “I’m pretty lucky.”

Nash officially putting a ring on my finger made me unable to keep quiet any longer. I had to tell at least one friend about my relationship with two men. Since I planned on asking Ally to be my one bridesmaid anyway she seemed like the best choice.

She looks in the floor length mirror and smooths down her skirt. We really do look like royalty, Ally in her dark blue dress and me in my white A-line gown.

“I may have a bit of jitters,” I admit.

She rubs my shoulder and smiles at me in the mirror. “Don’t worry. It’ll be great. You’re not planning on leaving me at the altar, right?”

“Fuck no. That would be a dick move on my part.”

She winks. “I sure hope so.”

I turn sideways in the mirror and inspect my stomach. I’ve gained a bit more weight in the last two weeks but I’m still barely showing. Throwing together a wedding last minute felt right. With everything happening fast there’s no time to plan an extravagant wedding. The bonus is I get to fit into a regular wedding dress. Any day now and my stomach will really pop out.

My parents were thrilled to find out about my marrying Nash. They were less ecstatic about the whole pregnancy thing, but overall took it better than I thought they would. My mom has already begun knitting baby booties and for the first time in years my dad has started talking about leaving the house. He’s got it in his mind to take his grandkid down to his favorite fishing spot, even in his mental state with the Parkinson’s.

Footsteps sound in the hall. Mom pokes her head in through the bedroom doorway. “How are we doing in here?”

“I’m ready.”

She presses her fingers against her lips. “You look beautiful. Oh, I can’t believe my baby is getting married.”

The three of us walk down the hall and stand at the cracked back door. My pulse drums away while I wait for the music.

The wedding march begins and the door flies open. Various shades of blue cover the Murphy ranch’s backyard. Nearly everyone I know stands from their seats. At the end of the narrow walkway, a wooden archway waits for me. Nash and Clay stand under it. They’re both wearing suits.

I clutch my bouquet and walk slowly towards my two men. Everyone thinks it’s just Nash I’m marrying, but the three of us know the truth. It’s two hearts I’m intertwining mine with.

Walking down the aisle makes time speed up. In a few seconds, I’m standing in front of the reverend and handing my bouquet over to Ally. The reverend’s words fade out. All I hear or see are the two men in front of me.

Nash reads vows he and Clay wrote together and I read mine.

Clay does his duty as best man and hands the rings over. I accept mine with tears blurring my vision, knowing the band is from both men.

The reverend pronounces Nash and I man and wife. We kiss and the crowd erupts into applause. People press around us. I’m passed from person to person. Hugs and kisses rain down on us.

We cut the cake and perform our first dance. The rituals are only in place to keep my parents happy. Doing any extras like having a professional photo shoot seem too ridiculous. With a big part of the wedding being a facade, I can’t wait to send everyone home and get to the best part of the day.

The evening passes and the guest number dwindles. My mom and some other ladies help clean up and put the top of the wedding cake in the freezer.

As the sun dips below the horizon I look around the kitchen and realize I’m finally alone with my two husbands.

“Time to party,” Nash crows. He grabs a bottle of champagne and opens it with a loud pop.

Clay leans against the counter top and watches me fidget with some bobby pins in my hair. “You look amazing.”

“So do you.”

“Come here.” He stands up, grabs my hand, and pulls me against his chest. His nose rubs across my forehead. I close my eyes and drop my face into his neck.

“Should we tell her the news?” Clay asks.

I look up at him. “What news?”

Nash fills three champagne glasses to the brim. They overflow, bubbles popping and spilling onto the kitchen table. “It has to do with your parents.”

“They asked us to run their ranch,” Clay explains.

“You mean you’re buying it?”

“No, they’re still going to own it. Nash and I are going to manage it.”

“That’s great news.”

Clay’s warm palm presses against my lower back. “We’re going to have a regular family operation running on this road.”

“Just think of it,” I murmur. “Our kid will grow up just like we did.”

Nash hands me a glass of champagne. “Hopefully not just like Clay,” he winks.

I playfully slap his chest. “Be nice.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him for a kiss. “Make me,” he says against my lips.

A shiver travels down my spine. I start to take a drink of champagne but then stop. “Nash!”

“What?”

Clay takes the champagne flute from my hand and sets it on the counter. “She’s pregnant, that’s what.”

“Oh. Right.” He runs his hands over my stomach. “You know you’re the hottest pregnant woman ever.”

“You’re supposed to say that to your wife. Just wait. Soon I’ll be packing on the pounds.”

He suggestively bites his lip and shakes his head. “And you’ll be even sexier.”

He nips at my neck and grabs my waist. I drape my arms over his shoulders and press my head into his throat.

Strong arms lift me and place me on the kitchen counter. My wedding dress fans out around me. Nash lifts my skirt and disappears underneath it. He spreads my legs, and my panties get shoved to the side. His tongue makes firm strokes down my opening. I clutch the edge of the counter and press my heels against the cabinets, knees weak and ready to buckle.

Clay shuffles up next to me. Guiding my face to his, he gives me a kiss and takes his hands over my shoulder blades. He unzips the back of the dress and pushes the top down. My breasts pop over the hem, a white lace bra covering them.

Clay tweaks my nipples through the lace. Nash’s tongue speeds up on my clit and good feelings ripple through me.

Clay unhooks my bra and takes it off of me. My nipples ache from being in such close proximity to him. Seizing one breast in one hand, he places his mouth on the other one. His rough touch twists one nipple as he sucks and ravages the other. The pleasure between my legs gets more intense and I arch my chest towards him, wanting more of whatever he’ll give. Nash’s fingers push inside of me and I burst. I scream my orgasm out and convulse against the men.

Nash reappears from under my skirt, his eyes wickedly dancing. Clay leaves my breasts and picks me up. He carries me across the floor and into the hallway.

“Cake,” he calls over his shoulder.

I wrinkle my nose. “Cake? Are you seriously about to have more cake right now?”

Clay doesn’t answer. He drops me on the bed and begins to peel his clothes off. His muscles roll with each movement. I’m getting wet again, beads of liquid seeping out of me and rolling down my thigh.

Fully naked, he drops to his knees and tugs my twisted and soaking panties off. My shoes hit the floor with loud bangs.

Nash enters the room, a big hunk of wedding cake in his hand. I stare at him. “Where’s the plate? Honestly, are you two turning into animals...”

Clay covers my mouth with his hand. “Wait and see.”

Nash climbs onto the bed next to me and smears the cake across my breasts. Frosting coats my nipples and vanilla crumbs tumble down onto the bedspread.

The dress could be ruined.

But I also don’t care, because the men both touch their mouths to my chest. They eat the cake off of me, swirling their tongues around my nipples, lapping up bits of strawberries from between my cleavage.

My head falls against the bed. I run my fingers through their hair while they finish up. Hands push my skirt up and run across my sensitive spots.

“Get on your knees,” Nash forcefully commands.

My limbs shake as I get onto my hands and knees. I’m turned on enough I’m thinking I might collapse.

Clay gets in front of me on his knees. His dick runs along my mouth. A salty dot of pre-cum sticks to my lip and I lick it off.

I open my mouth wide, eager for him. Over my tongue his velvety cock slides. I give it a full suck, drawing it closer to my throat.

A hard palm hits my ass. I jerk from the force, my lips tightening around Clay’s dick. Nash strikes my other ass cheek, sending burning all across my butt and thighs.

Clay rams deeper into my mouth, making me gag. Nails cut into my ass. Nash stretches my cheeks, pushing them wide open. His hot tongue runs across my hole.

I whimper around Clay’s cock. The tip of Nash’s dick slides up and down my openings. Without any warning, he jams into my pussy. I cry out and suck harder.

Clay gets stiffer against the roof of my mouth. Pre-cum floods my tongue. I wrap my fingers around his cock and pump it while I suck.

Nash rams into me with hectic force, each thrust causing both pleasure and pain. I take it all in, loving each part of him fucking me. The sensations pool together and grow stronger. An orgasm builds and flies through me.

I pump Clay’s cock faster. He groans and lets loose. Cum shoots from him and cascades down my throat.

Nash grips my ass and buries himself fully in me. His release floods my hole.

Both men slowly pull away from me. Clay wraps his arms around me and guides me down onto the bed with him. I turn on my side and nestle my face into the crook of his arm.

Nash rests on my other side, his fingers trailing delightfully up and down my arm. Clay’s chest rises and falls against my nose, the even pattern lulling me towards dreamland.

“My dress,” I sleepily mutter.

Clay runs his hand across my head and pulls some bobby pins from my hair. “We were careful. Right Nash?”

“Uh...”

Fully awake in an instant, I roll over to face him. “Nash!”

He flicks my chin. “I’m kidding.”

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

He smirks. “You planning on wearing this dress a second time?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.” He gives me a quick kiss.

I relax onto my back. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“Believe it.” Clay’s hand rests on my stomach.

It’s too much to believe. If I think about it too hard it all seems insane. Four months ago, I was looking for nothing other than an opportunity to lose my virginity.

Fast forward to the start of fall and I’m in a whole new world. The family I’m a part of is good enough I couldn’t have dreamed it up if I tried.

I’m a wife to two amazing men. And soon I’ll be a mother.

A twisted and confusing road took me here. It doesn’t make sense. I don’t know how I deserved it.

But I’m going to embrace it. I’m going to cherish everyone life has brought me.

And I’ll never let them go.