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“So let it be,” we repeat back.
He slowly unbinds our hands with a grin. “Are we ready to party yet? Congratulations to the bride and grooms!”
Turning to face everyone, they cheer as I laugh. We really did it.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Derek
Mav and Atlas leaving the wedding so early could have put a damper on it, but Layla merely walked down the steps of the platform with a cheer. Tyler opened his arms to her, and she ran into them. He murmured something in her ear that made her eyes heat and her lips curl into a wicked smile.
I think this guy is good for her. His background check came back clean, so we’ll see how he treats Layla.
Together, we walk across the sand to the reception area. There’s an inside as well as a patio area, and my lips curve as I see Lennon smiling up at Orion. Outside of Mav and Atlas, the ceremony was perfect.
There’s a live band that begins to play, and I hum as I recognize a cover that they’re playing. Lennon’s eyes are wide as she watches the band, making me wonder what’s wrong.
Walking over, I tug on one of the curls that surround her face. “Why do you look like you’re looking at a ghost?” I ask.
“This is one of the bands that have opened for us,” she says softly. “They’re incredible. How did Jordan do this?”
“They’re big fans,” her uncle remarks, sidling up to us with the twins sleeping on his chest. “They reached out when they found out you were getting married and asked if you had anyone playing at your reception. This isn’t their normal gig…”
“Oh my God,” she squeals softly. “No shit, they did an international tour!”
“Yep,” he shrugs. “You touch a lot of people’s lives, Lennon. You’re genuinely excited for their first performances in front of large audiences, you cheer for them before you take the stage, you get lost in their songs. You, dear niece, are an incredible human being.”
Lennon’s bottom lip trembles and O kisses her shoulder. “They’re here for you, Little Love. Let’s go dance, shall we?”
Nodding, she swallows thickly as Orion takes her onto the dance floor. O may tell you that he doesn’t dance, but that’s horseshit. As he twirls her around in a circle, it’s clear he knows how to. He’s lived as a predator in plain sight for years, you learn a thing or two to stay under the radar.
“Lennon looks happy,” Jordan says with a happy sigh.
“You helped make that happen,” I remind him, waving my hand in the air to encase the room. “I thought a wedding would be stressful, but this was so low key and beautiful. You have a knack for event planning.”
“I’m good at planning and delegating,” he deflects. This man isn’t good at accepting a compliment. “I’m glad it all came together. Now, to enjoy it. I’m going to go dance with my sleeping precious cargo.”
Grinning as he leaves, I’m dragged onto the dance floor by Turner.
“I really don’t dance,” I chuckle.
“I’ve seen you dance, and you’re sexy as fuck,” Turner growls, pulling me into his arms. Sighing, I relax.
“I never thought I’d see the day where I was married to all of you,” I sigh happily. “Today is a dream come true.”
“Same,” Turner growls, kissing my lips. A large presence takes over behind me, and I can feel his erection as he wraps his arms around me.
“Damn, these are some handsome men I married,” Roark says in my ear. “We did it, holy shit!”
“We did, though we lost a few people,” I remind him. I know I should let it go, I don’t have a horse in this fight outside of being protective of my sister-in-law.
Layla dances in Tyler’s arms not far from us, and I fully accept that they won’t last the reception. I don’t have a single issue with that. The maid of honor should definitely hook up with her boyfriend tonight.
“Aye, I was a bit saddened to see my best fooking friends dip out like that, but it was a very emotional ceremony. Mav and Atlas have a heavy weight on their shoulders as they face our happiness and Layla with another man,” Roark rumbles as he kisses my neck.
Turner and Roark’s touches are slowly fanning a flame through my veins.
“They’ll have to live with leaving for the rest of their lives,” Turner breathes, kissing my lips. I lose myself in the feel of his tongue ring as it tangles with mine, not worried about what anyone else thinks. It’s my wedding, after all.