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Magnolia
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I ZIP MY LUGGAGE CLOSED and take a step back, checking my room for last minute items that might prove indispensable but I relax when I think that I’m just going to be a few blocks away.
Hiroshi also swore he’ll come back here on a “mission impossible” to bring me back anything that I might’ve forgotten.
I can’t believe I’m getting married in less than twenty-four hours at the Katsura Gardens.
Jennie and Hiroshi are taking their roles of matron of honor and best man extremely seriously and explained to everyone that there wouldn’t be a bachelor or bachelorette party and no rehearsal dinner. I’ll be going to an overnight spa stay with all the ladies for some pampering before the wedding and the guys opted for a quiet night in.
I’m really grateful to my friends and Debbie for planning this wedding down to the last detail and just asking me and the guys for our input when there were choices to make.
I especially owe big to my mother-in-law for convincing Mom and Dad to stay with her, giving the guys some peace and quiet and one last weekend to themselves, just the three of them like it was before our lives all but collided a year ago.
“Are you ready? Jen has just pulled over with all the ladies in tow in a white limo. Your mother popped out of the sun roof screaming “My daughter’s getting married, y’all!” Max is leaning against the door jamb with his strong, defined arms crossed over his chest.
I groan. “She was already tanked last night at dinner. Did you notice how she kept dropping her cutlery to get that cute Italian waiter to bend over to pick them up?”
He chuckles. “She’s funny. A little naughty, but she’s just having fun. I have to admit that I’m relieved, I expected someone completely different, seeing the way you talked about her before we actually met her.”
Yeah. How do I explain to my fiancé that my mom’s naughty side was the best kept secret on the eastern seaboard? “You’re right, she kept up appearances for my sake, to let me have the upbringing she thought would set me up for success. Cotillions and Country Club Balls, etiquette lessons and all that stuff you’d expect from the perfect southern belle. She was too strict to compensate for the fact that the real her didn’t tick the box she was trying to force me into. I prefer this more relaxed version of her, she’s happier and more accepting but twice as crazy. I admit that sometimes she scares me.”
“Does she now, Trouble? She kinda reminds me of you, you know?”
Blake appears at Max’s side, a teasing smirk on his luscious lips. “Of me? You must be joking! I know we look alike, Blake, but she’s crazy.”
“I think he’s right.” Porter enters the room pushing between his two best friends and stopping behind me. His warm breath tickles my neck as he explains what he means. “She’s passionate and she’s unapologetic about who she is. You’re just like that too. Once she saw you living the life you wanted, she understood that she should do the same and stop trying to be perfect on the outside. You showed the same thing to my mom. And we’ve never had a better relationship.”
I turn to face him and surround his neck with my arms. “Nothing like penis shaped baked goods to say “hey, stop being a dick!”. I giggle.
“Our mothers were very similar, sexy girl. Stuck with keeping up appearances of what they thought things should look like and making everyone suffer to fit the perfect image in their heads.”
He’s right. “Debbie is actually cool when you get to know her. And so is my mom when she doesn’t get everyone arrested.”
Porter’s lips find mine and his kiss is soft and shallow. “Well, she made you, so I kinda owe her.”
I play with the soft, short hair at his nape. “Ditto. That’s why I forgave Debbie. If she’s raised you, she couldn’t be that bad. I actually look up to her.”
That’s when all three of my fiancés chuckle. “What?” I ask.
“I guess we could say that Debbie looks up to you too,” Max says with a shit eating grin.
“Yup,” Blake confirms. “She’s bringing two dates tomorrow at the wedding. Apparently aside from seeing Dr. Hood, she also went out with her chiropractor. She told me and Max that she likes them both and she doesn’t want to choose.”
“You must be joking!” I giggle.
“Nope. As serious as the raging boner seeing you kiss Porter is giving me.” Blake smirks.
Max’s response to it is a groan as I follow his eyes all the way down to his crotch where it’s more than evident how he loves seeing me kiss Porter too.
“Guys.” I pant as Porter palms one of my breasts, rolling a thumb over my pebbled nipple under my summer dress. “I— They’re waiting for me in that limo. I can’t keep them waiting and you know how impatient my mother is. I think she’s caught me in compromising positions enough times already.”
“The doors are all locked,” Max drawls striding toward us, his dark blue eyes fixed on Porter’s hands on my breasts. “And it’s not like they can go to that spa for a bridal pampering party without the bride, right?”
“R— Right.” I exhale as Blake’s lips begin a slow, sensual descent down the column of my neck as Porter sucks on my nipple through the fabric of my dress.
Max sinks onto his knees on one side of me, lifting the skirt of my sundress and tracing the edge of my panties with a delicate touch. I’m on fire and talking is becoming increasingly harder with every kiss and touch my men bestow on me. When Max pushes my panties down to my hips, I’m visibly trembling with excitement.
“Aren’t you guys having a bachelor party?” I squirm as Max begins lowering my panties at the same time as Porter lowers the straps of my dress, finally getting access to my tits.
“Nope!” they reply in unison before they all put their mouths on me in different places.
“Guys!” I scold them, making them pause. “Why not? It’s your only chance to have one.”
Max grins, keeping his eyes between my legs and his hands clamped on my hips. “Why should we get a stripper when there’s only one woman we want to see naked? We decided that we’ll just have a boys night in. You know, just watch movies with car explosions and no plot whatsoever, eat some wings and let hot sauce drizzle down our chins, just be generally disgusting since you’re leaving us to our own devices. Your dad was a little disappointed that we didn’t want to go clubbing but he and Hiroshi are on their way here.”
Max licks a hot path on the bare skin of my pussy, entrance to clit, stopping on that tight bundle of nerves and applying just a little more pressure for a short but delicious moment.
“Oh.” I pant as he keeps his face on me but stops moving.
“Do you really have to go?” Blake complains with his mouth at the base of my neck as he sucks on one of my most sensitive spots, biting down on me and making me shudder with desire as a wave of pleasure travels from my neck, directly between my legs.
“I do. Everyone was adamant that once midnight strikes, we shouldn’t see each other until we’re at the altar. They say it’s bad luck.”
Porter gives my breasts a light squeeze, massaging each one as his thumbs rub against my nipples. “I don’t believe in luck. I’m a man of science. So I think we should send your dad and Hiroshi to the spa and keep you here and show you exactly what you’re signing up for tomorrow.”
I’m very tempted to budge but my mom was adamant about it being bad luck if the guys see me on our wedding day even a second before the ceremony. “Guys, Mom and Jen will kill me if I blow them off. Please don’t get me in trouble.”
Blake chuckles against my neck. “Getting you in trouble and getting in trouble with you are my favorite things in the world ... Trouble.”
My giggles die in my throat when I see the determination in Max’s gaze. “Ok.” He nods. “We’ll let you go to that spa and have our boys night in on one condition.”
The intensity in his dark blue gaze makes my heart beat faster. “Name your condition.”
“First you come for us, then we’ll let you go.”
Again, I fight with temptation. The good girl in me, the one I imagine like the angel version of me, wants me to say no and walk away. But naughty Magnolia, the one who has that halo propped against a pair of horns, wants me to get cocked into oblivion.
I reply with a weak, “I want you guys so much, but they’re already downstairs, we don’t have time.”
“Challenge accepted!” Max clamps down on my center, taking that little throbbing nub into his mouth and sucking vigorously.
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Magnolia
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IT TAKES JUST A FEW seconds of Max’s sucking to push me over the edge. I come with unexpected intensity, my eyes locked onto his, my body shaking so hard that if Blake and Porter didn’t have their arms around me, I’d probably collapse in a panting heap.
“That was— That was ... wow!”
“That was orgasm number one, sexy girl. There’s still two of us who haven’t finished the challenge.” Porter’s eyes are dark with lust and the promise in them, a promise I know he can totally fulfill, makes me throw all caution to the wind.
“Ok,” I whisper and Max takes my packed bag off the bed, while Porter lowers me onto the soft mattress.
I’m still wearing my yellow sundress, which is now bunched up around my waist as Porter kneels between my thighs, pushing the soft fabric further up. He runs delicate but firm fingers over my skin, still flushed after Max’s kissing and sucking. “Fuck, Blake. She’s so wet for us,” he praises, meeting Blake’s gaze as my hunky police officer kneels over my head.
“Is that right, Trouble? Are you wet?”
I roll my head back, drowning in the heat of Blake’s light blue gaze. “Yes.” I moan, now so needy that I don’t care about keeping the limo waiting or if the whole town walked into my room right this second.
The two men shed their clothes at the same time with perfectly synchronized movements. They’re like my very own boy band, I think drinking in their perfect bodies. Or maybe my very own male strippers.
The feeling of Porter’s smooth skin nudging at my entrance, wipes my mind clean of any thoughts that aren’t the urgency of feeling him buried deep inside me and I meet his thrust by lifting my hips toward him. His hands tighten on my hips as he grinds hard, sending a flash of blinding sensation all the way down to my toes. “God, you’re so tight, so perfect, Magnolia.” He grunts with another grind that makes me arch my back and roll my eyes up.
Blake is still kneeling in place, tugging his fist up and down his own hard shaft as he looks at where Porter and I are joined.
I love the desire I see in his eyes and the complete lack of jealousy. I know that all these three men want is to make me happy. And their love for me is echoed by the love and respect that has bound them to one another since they were kids.
I’d watch Blake jerking himself off to me and Porter all night, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen but I’m also a little greedy at the thought that I won’t get to sleep by their side tonight.
“Blake,” I half beg, half command. “I want you to take me at the same time as Porter. If I’m coming, so are you and so is Max.”
Porter keeps thrusting in and out of me but he’s been listening to my every word. “This isn’t about us, Magnolia. Tonight is all about you.”
“Then I want all three of you before I go.” I stand my ground, making my sexy Dr. P. smile proudly.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He shifts on the bed, sitting on his heels and propping me up on his thighs while he keeps pounding into me by thrusting his hips relentlessly.
“Blake, lube.” Max passes a small bottle to Blake who’s now kneeling behind me.
I close my eyes at the slippery sensation of the silky, viscous liquid he rubs between my buttocks. The sensation heightens as the lube warms up as he keeps massaging it around and into my ass, dipping one finger inside and giving me time to adjust before a second digit is added to the mixture.
Soon his fingers are replaced by his rock hard cock as he slowly pushes himself into me, letting Porter do all the work and sinking in deeper with each of his best friend’s thrusts.
They hold me tight, their strong arms banded around my waist, consuming me with their measured movements as I’m pinned between them.
“Max,” I call, because I haven’t forgotten about my sexy Norse god.
He climbs on the bed, standing to one side as I turn to offer him my mouth. He accepts entering me slowly, his hand tangled up in my hair to control how deep Porter’s movements push him into my mouth and throat.
And for a long moment, my world is reduced to the sensation that courses through my body as my three men love me with complete dedication.
Porter’s thrusts grow faster and shallower, each bounce of my body on his reverberating inside me until I succumb to the wave of the sensation that has been mounting and growing inside me.
It’s raw and powerful and the spasms of my inner walls sweep over Porter. I take him with me as he thrusts into me one last time, exploding inside me with a satisfied grunt.
That makes Blake’s hold on me tighten as his heartbeat spikes against my shoulder blades. “Fuck, I can feel you both. It’s—”
His mouth descends on my shoulder as I feel him throbbing behind me, the feeling of his warmth floods me, making my core spasm again in response.
That leaves Max who’s been carefully thrusting in and out of my mouth. Our eyes meet as I’m still pinned between Blake and Porter and Max’s light hold of my hair tightens only slightly, causing a course of electric sensation that from my scalp travels down to every nerve ending in my body.
“Baby,” he says as I drag my tongue over his underside, making him thrust deeper in my mouth. “I’m so close. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
I reply with a moan, we all know what happened the last time I tried to speak with his cock in my mouth. Thankfully, Max receives the message and his movements grow faster, shallower, making it easier for me to add the swirl of my tongue and a slight suction to his thrusts.
I feel him getting impossibly hard for a moment and I know that’s it. His dark blue eyes are still fixed onto mine when the first gush of salty warmth hits my tongue and I keep licking and sucking while trying my best to swallow down every last drop of him.
For a moment, none of us moves. And it’s right then, with all three of my men still inside me that I know without the shadow of a doubt that no matter who signs that marriage certificate tomorrow afternoon, this thing between the four of us is real and it’s forever. These three men are my best friends and the love they have for me and for each other is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
A tear slides down my face and Max is the first to react by withdrawing and following the salty track with his lips. “Baby, are you ok? Did we hurt you?” I shake my head as Porter slides out of me and helps Blake do the same by supporting my weight.
I’m cocooned between the three of them, a soft smile spreading on my lips as I tell them that I’ve never been happier in my entire life. “These are happy tears, Max. I love you guys so much and I can’t wait to say “I do” tomorrow.”
“Thank fuck,” Blake exhales, sweeping a strand of hair away from my forehead with gentle fingers. “For a second, I thought we broke you.”
“Never.” I smirk. “If y’all ever become too much, we still have our safe word.”
It’s deodorant but I’ve never had to use it so far because no matter how intense and crazy things get when the four of us are in bed together, my men treat me with a gentle devotion and rather than feeling used by them, I feel worshipped in the best possible way.
There’s a honk from outside and the doorbell rings a few seconds later, shaking me out of my post coital bliss.
“Sugar and spice! I completely forgot about the limo outside. I’m a mess,” I say taking stock of my summer dress still bunched up around my waist and only daring to imagine the state of my hair right now.
“Magnolia Marie Kinsella.” My mom’s voice reaches us from one story down as she’s probably standing on the doormat. “Get your ass in that limo, right this second. You’re slower than molasses running uphill in the winter, I swear to God.”
“Mom.” I groan. “I hope this is just the champagne talking and that my parents didn’t decide to bring anymore “treats” for us.”
Porter smiles indulgently. “It’s ok, Jennie guaranteed that she’s keeping an eye on Harriet. Come on, sexy girl. Let’s get you presentable for your spa day.”
He uses a warm, soft cloth to clean me up while Max runs a brush through my hair and Blake offers me a clean set of underwear and another dress to wear.
As I descend the stairs with Porter by my side, his footing falters and I wrap an arm around his waist to steady him. “Jeez!” he gasps. “Thank you, Mags. I completely missed a step. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I’d tripped and brought you down with me.”
I giggle. “Yeah, look I’m klutzy enough for the whole family. Whatever you guys do tomorrow, try not to trip the bride.”
In no time I’m downstairs, looking presentable if a little flushed.
Obviously my “thoroughly fucked look” like Blake calls it doesn’t escape the careful scrutiny of my mom-ricane. But I can’t find it in myself to be embarrassed about it. So I grin and pretend that I wasn’t aware that they’ve been waiting in the limo for twenty minutes. If there’s one time when I can get away with keeping everyone waiting I think it’s for my wedding.
“Come on, child! You’ll have the rest of your life to enjoy your hot husbands.”
I don’t give her the satisfaction. “Whatever you’re talking about, Mom. They were helping me pack.”
But Mom wasn’t born yesterday and she looks at each of us with a knowing smile. “I could believe that if the four of you didn’t look like a group of possums eating a sweet potato. Come on, let’s get this party started.”