Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Crane’s optimistic grey gaze fixes on From. “Well? What do you say, pretty boy? Will you marry me?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” Brom says, his face serious. Then that dimple appears and he laughs. “Yes, of course. Even if I said no you’d still order me to do it.”
Crane grins boyishly at him. “You know me so well.”
I straighten up on my elbows, taking hold of both their hands. “Then do you both promise to love and cherish and honor and obey each other, for as long as you both shall live?”
Crane’s smile widens at the mention of obey.
“Crane,” I chide him.
“Yes,” he says, squeezing my hand. “Yes I promise to love and cherish and honor and obey my Brom.”
“And Brom, you’ll do the same?”
“I do,” he says with a solemn nod.
“Say it,” Crane coaxes. “Say it, pretty boy.”
Brom gives him a wry look. “I promise to love, cherish, honor and…obey.”
Crane gives him smug smile in return.
I clear my throat. “Then by the power vested in me, by the universe, and the Gods unknown, I now pronounce you man and man. You may now kiss the groom.”
Crane’s smile morphs into something reverent as reaches forward and grabs Brom’s face, pulling him in for a kiss, while Brom’s fingers run through Crane’s hair. I watch as their kiss deepens, their tongues meeting each other, mouths open in longing, their brows furrowed in their utter desire and love for each other.
And even though this is one of the most romantic things I have ever witnessed, I am still a witch with a deviant appetite, and I feel heat begin to pulse between my legs despite how sore my body already is.
I slide back along the bed, watching as their kiss intensifies, knowing what will happen next. Crane breaks the kiss, his eyes heavy with lust, and grabs Brom by the back of the neck, pulling him over, making him lie flat, then Crane starts kissing him down the length of his body, both cocks standing at attention.
I watch this, watch as Crane takes Brom’s cock into his mouth, as Brom starts making fists in Crane’s hair, and then when I feel like they might forget I’m even here, I crawl forward and make myself known. They pull me down into their embrace with strong, greedy hands and the three of us are swept away together again, finally united as one.
Epilogue
Crane
Five years later
“Why do you have to leave?” Baltus whines, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around my leg as Kat and I are about to descend down the stairs to the front door.
“Goodness, Baltus,” I tell him, placing my hand on top of his head. “It’s only for a few hours.”
“But why can’t we go?” Johnathan asks in a small voice from behind him. He seems to hesitate a moment before following his brother’s example and throws himself around Kat’s leg instead.
“Boys,” Famke chides them, swooping in to pull Baltus off me, while Brom runs up the stairs two-at-a-time to grab Johnathan and bring him off Kat’s leg.
“We won’t be gone long,” Brom says to Johnathan, holding him at an angle so that Johnathan can pretend he’s flying. He jogs down the hallway to the boys’ bedroom, making whooshing sounds as he goes. Meanwhile Famke pries Baltus away and takes him down the hall after them.
“We’ll bring you back a present,” I shout after them, feeling bad that I can’t take our children to this dinner party, though the invitation specifically said that minors were not allowed.
My wife gives me a look, elbowing me in the side. “We will not. Crane, you’re the one who said we need to stop spoiling them.”
“Well, Mrs. Crane, I meant that you should stop spoiling them. Being the man of the house, I believe it’s my duty to lay down the double standards.”
Brom scoffs as he approaches us, adjusting his bowtie for the umpteenth time. “There he goes with the man of the house business.”
“Sorry, Brom, it’s only fair since I’m the father of the brood and you’re the fun uncle.”
He gives me a loaded look, telling me to tread easily.
When Kat gave birth five years ago, the last thing we expected to see were twins. Two beautiful healthy twin boys, whom we named Baltus, after her father, and Johnathan, after the old spiritual Indian man who first showed me what I was capable of when I was young. We were overjoyed, and at that point, had already settled here in London, having bought this house on Baker Street. To the outside world, I was married to Kat, with Famke as our housekeeper, and Brom as my “brother.”
But as the boys grew older, we realized they were fraternal twins, and didn’t look as alike as we initially thought. Johnathan was born hours earlier, is taller and leaner, has my grey eyes, the petulant mouth, my thick black hair, and high cheekbones. But Baltus…Baltus was born looking slightly premature, and is the spitting image of Brom. The darkest brown eyes, low thick brows, strong wide jaw, and is built shorter and stockier than Johnathan.