My mom sobbed softly, unsure of how to placate her husband. But I wasn’t surprised. My twin stepbrothers had told me their dad was unpredictable with a nasty side, and for the first time, I was seeing it for myself. I snuck quietly to my room, glad to slip away.
As I rummaged through my closet, I thought of the events that had come to pass. Of course there had been no rape. Landon and Cole, my twin stepbrothers, are my lovers, genuine and passionate, my sex with them intense and incredibly exciting. Sure, they’re a little rough at times, but any marks on my body are the completely consensual and not the basis for some ill-founded rape charge.
Plus, I’d been a virgin before, still learning to accommodate my virile brothers, their girths and widths testing my nubile body. If there was a bit of tearing here and there, a bit of bruising, it was only because I wanted to push my body to the limits, bringing the three of us to intense climax.
Humming to myself, I browsed through my closet. You might wonder why I was obsessing about clothes when my lovers were in jail. After all, Cole and Landon had been in lock-up for the past week, and my visits to them had consisted mostly of teary conversations through a glass partition.
But I was about to participate in one of the most important events of my life … my wedding! Yes, my brothers and I have decided that we want to get married. I’m pregnant with their baby, and given events of late, we’ve decided the safest way to ensure our future is to enter into a legal union , tying ourselves to one another for life.
I’m over the moon with happiness. Humming to myself, I browsed the racks and racks of designer clothes that Gerald bought me until I came to the outfit I’d been looking for. A short white lace number, it was demure but sexy, with a short skirt that highlighted my slim legs. It wasn’t too tight, which was key because I’d started to show a bit, although no one suspected yet.
I slipped into the dress, stepping into white heels, and admired myself in the mirror. Ever since Landon and Cole came into my life, I’d given up the image of frumpy artist and blossomed into a young woman. My skin practically glowed, and I brushed my chestnut hair to a glossy sheen, finished with the slightest bit of lip gloss. I knew Landon and Cole would appreciate the effort, and hummed happily to myself.
Making sure that I had my driver’s license, I grabbed my purse and stepped outside, eager to marry my baby’s daddies.
CHAPTER TWO
Cole
She was gorgeous as she walked down the aisle. We stood in the prison chapel, Father McManus presiding, as Morgan glided towards us. She smiled sweetly at Landon and I, holding a small bouquet of flowers, her cheeks flushed with a radiant smile.
I felt ashamed that brother and I were dressed in prison garb. At least today, they’d let us wear grey jumpsuits instead of orange, but we were unmistakably still prisoners. Whatever, though. I was so happy to tie the knot with my stepsis that I’d wear anything, so long as they let me be here.
We’d talked about who she would marry beforehand. Obviously, Morgan couldn’t be with both of us, that’s bigamy. But in conversation with my brother, we knew that I was the obvious choice. Cole was head over heels with Morgan, sure, but he still had a wild streak, a badass persona that he wanted to explore.
Not that I’m some kind of loser, an old fogey at age nineteen. It’s just that I’m more stable, you know? In our party promotion business, I’m the business guy behind the scenes. I manage the money, oversee the staff, make sure everything’s in place to create an exciting, unforgettable event. My brother is the sales guy – with his slick demeanor and charming smile, he’s able to convince everyone that BadBoy Productions will deliver an amazing fete.#p#分页标题#e#
So I stood at the head of the aisle, beaming as Morgan moved towards us, delighted to take my stepsis’s hand in matrimony. I could tell that Landon was smiling as well next to me, my best man on this important day.
When Morgan reached us, she took our hands and kissed us both. Her lips were warm, sweet and innocent against mine, and I growled under my breath. I was ready to take her now, here, right in the middle of the church.
But she gave me a trusting gaze, and turned to Father McManus. The vows were incredibly meaningful. I’d thought it would be boring, trite stuff we’ve heard a million times, “in sickness and in health,” etc. But when you’re there with the woman you love, suddenly the words on a new dimension. Everything made sense, and I was more than ready to be a married man.
The service concluded, and I bent to kiss my bride.
She looked up at me, big hazel eyes limpid and warm, her sweet pink pout raised, and I devoured her lips, right there in the chapel, I was so hungry for her after going without for a week. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Landon intervened.