Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Three husbands.
Three soul mates.
“Frankie,” Monty says, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Will you take our last name and be Mrs. Strakh until death do us part?”
“Yes. One hundred percent, yes.” A sob escapes me as he slides the ring onto my finger.
The weight of it feels perfect, like it’s always belonged there. Three diamonds glitter brightly on my hand, and I know this is where I’m meant to be. With them. Forever.
The room erupts in applause and cheers, but all I can hear is the beating of my heart as my men reach into their pockets and remove three matching bands.
They slide the rings onto their fingers and gaze at me, smiling.
Goddammit, I’m crying again.
Monty rises, pulling me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that seals the promise we just made. Leo and Kody are next, each kissing me with a tenderness that makes my chest ache even more.
When I finally pull back, Wolf is standing there with a crooked smile. A single tear carves a path through the dark makeup around his eyes.
“Look what you’ve done.” He points at his face and wipes the wetness from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You’re not getting rid of us now, sweet cherry fairy.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I whisper back.
“Looks like they’re ready to get laid.” He nods behind me.
I turn, finding three gorgeous men, my husbands, waiting expectantly with coats in their hands.
“I gotta know.” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “When they’re sword-fighting, how much dick kissing is involved?”
“Wolf.”
“Three dicks. I can’t even fathom the man mess you have to clean up.”
“Stop.” I press my hand over his mouth, laughing. “Are you coming with us?”
His eyes pop wide, and I instantly regret my word choice.
He shakes his head, dislodging my hand. “I don’t want any part of that.”
“I meant, are you coming home with us?”
“No. Leo left me the keys to his yacht. I have ideas burning in my head. I’m going to walk over to the shop and work on some sketches.” He kisses my brow. “Don’t wait up.”
Given the three hooded stares in my direction, I’ll be up all night.
“Make those dick kissers beg for it.” Wolf takes my face in his hands and brings our foreheads together. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” I step back and glance at the women waiting for him at the bar. “Have fun stealing all the attention.”
He shrugs, walking backward with a roguish gleam in his eyes. “Can’t help it if the ladies love me.”
When he pivots toward them, I clutch the ring on my finger and walk to our family, my husbands, my forever.
70
Kodiak
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The cool Alaskan breeze carries the scent of salt and pine as we step onto Monty’s yacht. The deep velvet sky, studded with stars, reflects off the dark waters surrounding us.
The distillery sits behind us, the echoes of celebration still ringing in my ears. But here, the world feels smaller, more intimate.
Ours.
Frankie walks ahead, her red hair catching the moonlight, shimmering like fire in the dark. She glances back at us, her green eyes bright with emotion, her lips curved in a soft, inviting smile.
Monty’s hand rests on the small of her back, guiding her forward. Leo drapes an arm over her shoulders, his thumb brushing the side of her neck.
I follow behind, watching them, madly in love with them, each in a different way.
We reach the main bedroom, a space that Monty warned us away from all those months ago.
So much has changed since then.
But not my obsession with her. That is unwavering.
She stands at the center of the room, her back to us, and for a moment, we just stare at her, taking in the woman at the heart of our fierce family.
Monty makes the first move, floating forward to wrap his arms around her from behind, his lips finding the curve of her neck. She melts into him, her eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Leo traces his fingers up her arm, brushing her hair over her shoulder. His lips meet hers, slow and teasing, and she responds with urgency, her hand cupping his jaw, pulling him closer.
She can’t get enough.
I step forward, my heart speeding up as I close the distance between us. She turns her gaze to me, and our eyes lock.
Christ, she takes my breath away.
She reaches out to me, her hand finding mine, and she pulls me closer until I’m standing before her, close enough to feel the heat of her body, to hear the soft hitch in her breath.
I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. My hands frame her face as I pour my need for her into my kiss. Tongues rubbing, teeth clicking, lips bruising, we catch fire.
Monty finds the hem of her dress and slowly lifts it, revealing the soft, creamy skin beneath. Leo and I step back just long enough to help, and together, we undress her, our hands reverent as we reveal more and more of her to our hungry eyes.