Page 120 of Tormented Kings

I hold his gaze a few moments longer before focusing my attention forward.

Once I’m in place, I take a look at the guests, smiling when I see Declan, Collin, and Preston sitting next to each other in the front row, my best friends just behind them.

My guys look at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in this room. I can’t help the blush that creeps onto my cheeks as I feel their eyes on my body.

Four men. I have four men. Four boyfriends. Kind of. I’m still not sure what Preston and I are. Feelings have been revealed, but nothing has been made official. He’s still holding back. It’s like we’re together with no label, and I’m not sure how I like it.

Baby steps, I guess. I know this is big for Preston; a lot of changes he’s going to have to get used to. And there’s the fact that his father still has him by the balls. And we can’t forget Tina, that fucking witch.

I still haven’t run into her since that day, thank fuck. But I can feel her glaring eyes on me when we’re in the same room together.

The music changes, and my attention shifts to the door.

Everyone stands as Mom walks in. I look over to see Mark’s reaction, and I hope the videographer is getting this on tape. Because that man’s eyes tear up, and he actually cries.

Damn it. Now I’m going to cry. My attention shifts back to Mom, and I find her eyes watery with tears. She’s not wearing the veil over her face, so I can see all the emotions as she gives him a big, watery smile.

She’s so happy.

She’s been alone for a little under twenty years now. That time was spent making sure I had the best life, that I was loved and cared for. I never wanted for her attention, never felt like I wasn’t loved. She’s easily my best friend and favorite person.

This is why I’m hesitant to tell them about Grayson and me. Not because I don’t think she wouldn’t accept us eventually, but there is still a chance it will cause issues between her and Mark and cause her unhappiness.

I shouldn’t be thinking like this after the way Mom reacted to me dating two men.

But how will she feel about me being with four?

We plan on telling her, but not now. She’s been so happy planning for the wedding. We want them to enjoy this time, and when it’s right, we will tell them.

Because I won’t keep dating these men in the dark if I don’t have to. This fucking society be damned.

The ceremony was amazing. Their vows to each other had me crying like a baby. I could feel Grayson’s eyes on me the whole time, but I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. Because if I got caught in his eyes, any of my men’s eyes, really; the whole room would know exactly how I feel about each of them.

For the past forty minutes, Mom and Mark have been getting photos taken, leaving the wedding party ones for last since there are only a few of us.

Seeing the two of them playing around, laughing, and smiling gives me hope that this is what I can have with my men. Our relationship might be very different from most, but I don’t see any reason why we can’t have it all.

“Alright, husband and wife, you stand there just like that,” the photographer instructs. “Grayson, Sadie, you two stand between them.”

We move forward, stepping between our parents. I take my mom’s side, Grayson his dad’s.

I can smell his cologne with how close he is. It smells so damn good. How can I get turned on just by the smell of him?

“That’s it. A little closer, please.”

We all move in, and I have to swallow a gasp when I feel a hand on my ass. He gives it a hard squeeze, and I’m thankful no one is around to see.

Taking a shuddering breath, I see him smirking out of the corner of my eye. “Grayson,” I hiss under my breath.

“Yes, little sister?” he asks, looking over at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Yeah, I’m fucked up because the way he’s looking at me as he calls me that has warmth spreading in my belly. Damn this man right now.

Swallowing hard, I look towards the photographer and do my best not to look affected by the fact that my stepbrother is caressing my ass the whole time we take photos.

When we’re done, the photographer asks for some solo ones of just Grayson and me before asking for some of us together.

“Don’t do it,” I mutter under my breath as he steps up to my side, placing his hand just above my ass.