Page 50 of Something Merry

My legs are shaking and my whole body feels like it’s on pins and needles, but the pleasure just won’t stop. They keep fucking me and I keep cumming, again and again, so many times I end up losing count.

But there can be too much of even the best of things, and I’m reaching my limit when I feel the two of them speeding up and hear their sounds of ecstasy getting louder. Their breathing grows more ragged, the rhythm less stable, and I know both of them are close.

I’m not actually sure which one of them finishes first, but they both reach their release within seconds of each other. They pull out and curl up beside me in the bed, and I snuggle contentedly in the center of our sweaty tangle. I’m so exhausted and sated that my limbs feel disconnected from my brain. I feel like a blissed-out ragdoll.

“I love you both so much,” I mumble.

“Love you, too, baby,” Brendon kisses my forehead.

“Same here,” Chip kisses my cheek.

To anyone else, our relationship probably sounds weird. I’m the bride-to-be of one man, and the girlfriend of another. And my groom is my boyfriend’s boyfriend. And my boyfriend is going to officiate our wedding.

But weird is our normal.

Epilogue

Chip

Six Months Later

The sun shines down on the sand, and the roar of the ocean is like a second song playing underneath the strains of the cellist playing Pachelbel’s Canon.

Hazel and Brendon had decided to come back to Jalokivi Meren to get married, with a handful of family (exclusively Brendon’s save for one cousin of Hazel’s) and friends.

I was standing in place at the end of a makeshift aisle on the beach, with the groom on what was my left side, but the right for everyone here to witness the ceremony.

My heart swells with joy for both of them. I’ve only fallen more in love with my partners every day, and the happiness flowing from both of them winds its way through the air itself today.

The last six months have been incredible. With some help (mostly in the form of signed paperwork) from Emma, I’d gone through the process of getting not only divorced, but also getting my prior arrest expunged from my record, leaving me with a clean slate. I’d gotten a job in a new dance studio that I loved, and while I haven’t quite gathered the courage to start auditioning and performing again, there’s a role coming up that I’ve been training for, and I think I’m going to take a shot.

I’m still living in my apartment, but with its close proximity to Hazel and Brendon’s place and our frequent sleepovers at one or the other, it’s a matter of time before that changes. Probably until my lease is up.

But all of that is back in New York and far from my mind as I watch Hazel make her way down the aisle. Her blonde hair is pulled up, a halo around her glowing face with tiara of pearls nestled within.

Between that and the sleeveless white lace dress, she looks like an angel.

I see Brendon wiping at his eyes and pass him a handkerchief, and I’ll admit, it’s taking a lot for me not to get a little leaky eyed myself. She’s an absolute vision, gliding over the sand towards us, and when she finally reaches the end, I’m snatching the handkerchief back for my own face.

She flashes me a smile and mouths “Love you.”

I smile back and launch into the spiel. I’d written everything down, and despite my initial intent to memorize it, I found that without the paper to focus on, I kept getting too choked up to finish. So I keep my eyes on the paper, but the words are no more heartfelt. Hazel and Brendon chose a set of simple vows for the same reason.

Yeah, we’re three of a kind. A bunch of sappy, lovestruck idiots.

And I can’t imagine my life without them.

I have to take a deep breath before delivering the final words. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

And with my speech done, I can properly blubber a bit when the two loves of my life seal their promise to love each other till death do they part with a kiss.

If you’d told me a year ago that this was where I’d be today, I’d probably have laughed in your face. But now that I’m here, I’m grateful for every single step in life I took that brought me. The good and the bad, and I would do all of it over again to get here.

The future is merry and bright.

THE END