Lily runs her fingertip over the soft green velvet. “W-what are these?”
I shrug. “Open it and see.”
“Are these a gift from you?”
“From all of us, to all of us.”
Her frown deepens.
Xander fidgets. Zeke sits perfectly still. The heavy knot of anxiety in my throat mirrors the tension radiating from them. What if she says no?
She snaps open the box, and her eyes immediately fill with tears. Her ring is made of four thick bands fused together, two platinum and two rose gold, each engraved with one of our names. She looks at us with tear-filled eyes that overflow with love for us. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
Xander opens his box to reveal his ring, which is identical to Zeke’s and mine. The only difference between ours and Lily’s is that ours are all platinum. He immediately slips it onto the ring finger of his left hand, and Lily sucks in a stuttered breath.
“That’s where yours will fit too, princess.”
Tears drip from her chin, and she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
Zeke leans forward, hands clasped between his spread thighs. “We might not be able to legally marry each other, baby doll, but we are committed to you and each other more than any marriage license can demonstrate.”
She looks between Zeke and me. “You both have one too?”
I take out my ring and slide it onto my finger. “Sure do.”
“The only piece of jewelry I’ll ever agree to wear,” Zeke says as he puts his on.
Xander jumps up onto his knees. “So what do you say, shorty? Will you be our wife?”
Zeke cups her chin in his hand and tilts her head so she’s looking up at him. “Say you’ll be our partner in every way, baby doll.”
“Yes! Yes, I will,” she squeals, almost jumping off my lap with excitement. I take her ring out of the box, and a lump of emotion lodges in my throat as I slip it onto her finger. Fucking perfect.
I had this idea a few months ago but worried Xander and Zeke would think I was crazy. When I suggested it, they both immediately jumped on board the second I said the word wife, and we spent the last few weeks designing the rings. Xander has hounded me practically every hour on the hour this past week, beyond ready to do this. And in this moment, the four of us make sense in a way nothing else ever has. Together in everything. Always.
Lily holds out her hand, and the precious metals glint in the lights from the tree.
“Looks beautiful, Mrs. Archer.”
Zeke snorts. “I don’t fuckin’ think so. Mrs. Cavanagh is way better.”
“Actually, I think Mrs. King has a nice ring to it.” We groan, but Xander laughs at his pun.
A wicked grin curves her lips. “Or you could all change your name to Constantine.”
“Hell to the fuck no, princess. Not happening.”
She bites on her lip and flutters those long dark lashes at me. Brat. “We could always hyphenate. Constantine-Archer-Cavanagh-King.”
Xander roars with laughter. “Cack!”
“I’m not being called Mr. Cack, baby doll, not even for you.”
Lily giggles like she knew exactly what acronym that would make. “How about we keep our own names then?”
“I’m just gonna call you Mrs. Archer anyway.”
Zeke snarls. “And I’ll call you Mrs. Cavanagh.”
“Mrs. King.”
She pretends to scowl, but her lips stay curved. “I guess I’ll just have to answer to them all.”
I pop open the top two buttons of her pajama shirt and push my hand inside, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing. She is fucking ours, and I would die for her happiness as easily as I’d take my next breath. “Damn fucking straight you will.”
“West,” she murmurs, tipping her head back.
Xander kisses her neck and slips his hand into her pajama pants. “Always so fucking wet and ready for us.”
Zeke joins us on the floor and swallows her moans with his kiss.
Together the three of us strip off her clothes, kissing and touching her all over until she’s whimpering and begging to be fucked. I sweep my tongue over the length of her pussy and groan as her sweet taste floods my mouth.
“You think our wife needs some cock?” Xander asks.
Lifting my head from between her thighs, I lick my lips. “I think she might. You think you can take all three of us, princess?”
“Please,” she whines.
While our sofa is huge, it’s not nearly big enough for the filthy things we’re about to do to our girl. “Let’s take this party somewhere a little more comfortable.” Zeke sweeps her into his arms and leads us to the bedroom we share.