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They move faster, their fingers fucking me, their strokes more insistent.
A wave of pleasure threatens to crash over me.
“That’s it.” Link’s voice is a deep growl.
I’m lost.
With a scream, I come, my body convulsing as the pleasure crests over me.
Link props a palm beneath my head to support it, and he claims my mouth.
They slow slightly, drawing out my orgasm.
Finally I’m worn out, sated, and my body goes weak, but Link is there to catch me, just like he’s always been. Somehow both of his arms are around me, and he holds me up.
Pax gently pulls out. With his gaze capturing mine, he tastes me.
They’re both so sexy and bold, and I can’t imagine making love with any other man.
“That was just the beginning, wife,” Link promises. “To give you a hint of what will happen as soon as we can get you away from the reception.”
A wild part of me that I don’t recognize wonders if we can skip attending.
“Ready to face our guests?”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tessa
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
Holding hands, my husbands and I have just entered the cocktail party, and we pause inside the wide-open double doors.
I’m stunned to see internet billionaire sensation Jaxon Mills on a small stage, acting as our emcee and at least double the number of people who attended the ceremony.
“Smile,” Link coaches.
“Please welcome Link Merritt, Pax Gallagher, and their beautiful bride, Tessa Merritt!”
On either side of me, my husbands raise my hands, and our guests turn to cheer and clap.
For someone who has tried to hide for so long, being seen like this is still surreal.
From in front of us, Marcella repeatedly snaps the shutter on her camera, just like she had when we emerged from the bridal room a few minutes ago.
My hair is a mess, with curls framing my cheeks and several cascading down my back. It must be obvious what the three of us were up to while people were waiting.
But I don’t have a moment to think about that.
Finally they allow me to lower my arms.
“Show time,” Link says.
“We’ll stay with you,” Pax promises.
Good thing. I’m not sure I could navigate this without them.
The reception line should have helped me remember who people are, but I’m drowning in a sea of names and faces.