Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

Misael’s stream of curses was punctuated by a final shallow thrust into my mouth, and ropes of salty liquid spilled down my throat. I swallowed, drawing him as deep as I could and sucking until every last drop was gone.

When he finally pulled out, my jaw ached a little and his cock was slick with saliva. Slowly, Kace pulled out of me, and the two of them helped me climb off Bishop. Then we all collapsed on the couch, the three of them pulling me roughly into their laps so I was draped across all three of them. I could feel their still-hard dicks pressing against me, and I knew we needed to get cleaned up if we wanted to have any chance of making it to our wedding ceremony on time.

But my body didn’t feel capable of moving.

In a minute, we’ll go. Just one more minute.

I gazed up at all three of them, blinking dazedly. They were all flushed, and even though they’d just been inside me, their hands still roamed my body with possessive hunger.

Maybe it would never be sated.

In fact, I kind of hoped it wouldn’t.

Twenty-Five

We were late to the wedding.

But I didn’t give a fuck.

My parents had both decided to come, even though I knew my relationship with them would never be the same. Hell, I was sure Dad had come only to keep an eye on the criminals he was getting into bed with, already trying to find ways to spin this in his favor. But I didn’t let it bother me, and I ignored the way my mom seemed afraid to touch anything, the way her lips curled back slightly as if she couldn’t quite hide her disgust.

Why would I waste time on worrying about what they thought? It seemed utterly unimportant when I had a man with caramel skin and a gorgeous smile standing in front of me, his hands clasped in mine. Jo was beaming at me from where she stood off to one side, and the other two men I loved flanked Misael. Their silver rings were already settled around their fingers, a physical representation of the bond we all shared, the love that wove between the four of us like a web.

The priest who’d been hired to perform the ceremony was a friend of Claudio’s, and I tried to pay attention to his words as he welcomed everyone gathered to witness our union and spoke about the sanctity of marriage. But it was hard to focus. I felt like I was falling into Misael’s eyes, losing myself in their dark brown depths.

My gaze flitted from him to the other two men, and when it came time for the exchange of vows, I spoke to all three of them.

I promised to love them.

To honor and cherish them.

To stand by them no matter what may come.

And when I slid the ring on Misael’s finger, I felt something shift inside me.

Months ago, when I’d been a terrified new student at Slateview High and these three men had offered me a bargain for my protection, Bishop had uttered two words that had changed my life forever.

You’re ours.

Those words had become more and more true every day since then, and now they were sealed with a vow.

Bishop’s lips curved up in a languid smile, and Kace’s eyes burned with emotion. Misael grinned from ear-to-ear as he recited his vows, and the pure joy radiating from him seeped into my bones until I was grinning right back at him.

Then he slipped the ring on my finger, and before the priest even finished speaking the words of our marriage pronouncement, Misael kissed me. Our joined hands were trapped between us, and I could feel his fingertips clasped around the three rings he had slid on my finger.

The gathered guests applauded, and the sound was so loud and raucous that I couldn’t even hear the pointed silence I was sure came from my mother and father.

Misael and I broke apart reluctantly. I had to remind myself that I could kiss him whenever I wanted now, that this was the first of many more to come—and still, my tongue darted out to touch my lips, already missing his taste.

He gave me a lopsided smile as if he could read my thoughts, threading his fingers through mine. The applause followed us as we turned and strode down the aisle, Bishop and Kace right behind us.

We burst through the doors of the church and dashed down the steps in a whirlwind. The sky was a bright blue, and even though th

e air was still cold, I couldn’t feel it at all. Heat suffused my body, as if a fire burned low in my belly, warming me from the inside out.

When we hit the last step, Kace swept me into his arms, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.

Misael laughed, stepping forward to open the doors of the large black SUV that waited for us, driven by one of Claudio’s men. We all piled inside, and although there was an empty seat up front, we ignored it entirely, shoving ourselves into the backseat. I found myself draped over the men’s laps again, and Bishop gathered the material of my skirt as he closed the door.