Entwined Souls

by Cindy Pike

  The ceremony takes place in our home and then we’ll go out for dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant. Just the two of us.

  I come down the stairs, Silas trailing behind me, to the rest of the guys standing in the living room, laughing at something that Heath has said. No one is dressed up and they all look relaxed.

  Kyle is the first to notice my entrance; his eyes, already alight with laughter, brighten even further at the sight of me.

  “The woman of the hour,” he announces with a smile.

  All heads turn to me as Kyle meets me at the bottom of the stairs.

  He’s dressed in blue jeans and his standard gray crew neck shirt. My gaze falls to his feet, bare except for a pair of socks. “Comfy is the theme of the day,” I tease.

  His smirk has my insides flipping.

  He kisses me on the cheek. “Flynn said it was alright. Besides, I’m not working today so I’ll just be lounging around here after.”

  Heath, in dark green sweats, an oversized Flex shirt, and completely bare feet, takes Kyle’s place, pecking me quickly on the lips. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun. “How is it that regardless of what you wear, how you do your hair, you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?”

  Before he can move away, I reach up to tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me so I can whisper in his ear. “Just remember, when it’s you and me, I want your hair down, G Man.” I give his earlobe a soft nip before releasing him.

  The low growl that comes from his chest is the only giveaway that he heard me; a sassy smirk stretches my lips at the sound.

  I move around him to Flynn and Owen.

  Owen is dressed down—at least for himself. He’s got on a pair of crisp blue jeans with a teal polo shirt tucked into the waist. With a pair of Toms on his feet and perfectly coifed hair, he still looks as perfect and yummy as always.

  He takes my hand in one of his and presses a kiss to my knuckles, a smile on his lips, taking me back to the first time we met in the hospital. He can still make my heart soar just as he did back then. “Ready?”

  I smile back, just as bright, though it doesn’t hold a flame to him. “More than.”

  ∞∞∞

  “This has been an awesome week.”

  Flynn’s eyes soften at the smile in my voice as he braces himself over me. Burying his face in my neck, he kisses the sensitive skin before sucking, enough to get my attention but not leave a mark.

  Inviting him into me, I open my legs and he slips in without a word, without anything but the love between us filling the air.

  This is all we’ve done the entire week. Eat. Sleep. Make love.

  “You’re my favorite part of every day. Doesn’t matter what shit’s happened on a call or at the bar—I see you and it all disappears.”

  The roughness of his voice has my skin tingling. He slides back out so slowly, I think I might die soon if he doesn’t move faster.

  “Flynn…” I breathe out as he slides back in, even slower, like he enjoys torturing me.

  “Yes, spitfire?”

  “I need you to move.”

  With a giant grin on his face, Flynn replies, “I am moving.”

  I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean. Faster.”

  When he chuckles, I feel it everywhere but thankfully, he picks up the pace.

  Feeling him inside me is one of the best things ever. As I get lost in the sensations, my hands find his shoulders before running down to his ass, my nails scratching on the way down.

  “Fuck, I love that,” Flynn says on a long groan.

  He starts slamming into me, from slow and sweet to rough and wild in zero seconds. I smirk, aware that he would have been unable to restrain himself with the scratching.

  Reveling in the roughness of it all, I come undone with a grunt and latch onto his shoulder with my teeth.

  It’s enough to send him careening with me.

  With a guttural moan, Flynn stills inside me, his hips jerking with the orgasm.

  Once we’ve both come down from the high, he kisses me on the cheek, pulls out, and goes into our master bath. The water turns on and I smile. My men always bring me a washcloth to clean me up after we’ve been intimate. I love it. It’s just one of many little things they do that shows me their love.

  The water stops and Flynn comes out, fully nude with zero shame, and cleans the inside of my thighs.

  “We should probably go out and face reality. I’ve enjoyed our week so much…” I trail off, not wanting him to think that I haven’t loved every second. But I also miss the others.

  “You don’t have to be afraid to say the rest.” His soft smile reassures me that he doesn’t mind. “I know you miss them. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be with you.” Instead of making a move to dress, he lays down next to me, leaning on his elbow and stroking my side with the tips of his fingers. “I’m okay with not being your one and only, so long as I’m still yours.”

  “You’ll always be mine. If you wanted out, you shouldn’t have pledged your life to mine,” I say, my voice light and teasing.

  The sharp sting of a slap against my thigh has my eyes popping open. When did I close them?

  “Come on before they try to break through the door. It’s been exactly one hundred and sixty-eight hours. They’re not likely to leave us for much longer.”

  With those words, Flynn heads off to the bathroom and the sound of the shower turning on soon follows.

  Time to face reality again…

  ∞∞∞

  I’m standing in the kitchen in just my bathrobe, fresh out of a shower, my skin flushed and made up. My hair has been pulled back from my face with side twists, the rest of it falling in loose waves, courtesy of Silas.

  I’m taking a sip of my coffee when Silas comes in from the back porch. He’s dressed already, prepared for tonight, while I’m still standing, leisurely sipping like I have all the time in the world.

  The fit of his black suit has my mouth drooling.

  The latch of the door clicks as it locks before he turns toward me, a wicked smile on his face that has me instantly suspicious—and turned on.

  “You look beautiful, doll.”

  Deciding to wait him out and play his game, I take the last sip of my coffee and rinse my cup before loading it in the dishwasher. “I’m not even dressed yet.”

  With a sly smile his way, I head upstairs to get dressed and put the finishing touches on my makeup. The sway of my hips as I leave, deliberately exaggerated, has him growling and me grinning. My steps quicken and I take the stairs two at a time, rushing before he can chase after me like he’s prone to do.

  I close the bedroom door behind me, chuckling under my breath, before turning to the closet and pulling it open.

  In it sits a beautiful black dress, with the sides cut out—my outfit for the night’s charity event. Owen’s hospital is hosting it and we’re all invited. The theme, at least for our family, is black with touches of white.

  I slip off my bathrobe, standing in just my strapless bra, boy shorts underwear, thigh-high stockings, and both legs clad in garter belts before slipping into my dress. All black.

  Just as I’m about to call for someone, a voice sounds from behind. “Need help zipping up?”

  I whirl on my feet as Kyle stalks up to me, that familiar hungry look bleeding into his eyes. The heat that’s there is all the compliment I need. As he helps zip me up, his knuckles graze my back, sending chills wherever our skin connects.

  Kyle brushes my hair to over one shoulder and kisses the nape of my neck before moving away. I’m reeling from the touch as he goes to the closet and pulls out a silver tie so light, it could pass for white.

  I leave him to get ready and make my way to the bathroom so I can touch up and set my makeup before we need to leave. Once I’ve touched up my lipstick, I’m setting my makeup with some powder when Silas and Flynn enter, fussing with their hair.

  I look into the mirror and catch Sila
s openly checking my ass out, making me smirk.

  Flynn groans. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it through the night with you dressed in that.”

  I eye him skeptically. “You picked this dress.”

  “A choice I’m currently regretting.”

  Feeling like I want to mess with him, I saunter towards him and put my arms around his neck before placing a hot kiss on his lips, pulling his sensitive bottom lip with my teeth and sucking, just like he likes it.

  Hands grip my hips—but they’re not Flynn’s, because his have made their way up to my hair, ruining the hard work Silas put into it.

  “You know how hot you are when you kiss one of us?” Silas rumbles in my ear. My hips involuntarily thrust back into him, eliciting a deep moan from his chest. “Fuck it.” One of his hands finds my breast, palming me through my dress, sending waves of pleasure from the touch.

  Flynn’s lips keep moving, keep kissing me senseless, until I forget all about getting him riled up. They’ve managed to make that backfire on me.

  Silas’s other hand replaces Flynn’s in my hair as Flynn grips my hips, yanking me into him. The evidence of his arousal pokes me as a third pair of hands finds their way to my breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and firm squeezes, tantalizing me. A moan of pleasure breaks free from my throat.

  “That’s the most beautiful sound in my world,” Heath groans.

  Fuck.

  I’m beyond caring if we’re late to the fundraiser, more than content to just ride the wave they’ve created.

  I love my time with each of them individually but on the rare occasions that we play as a group, I go crazy with lust. It’s entirely their fault.

  Feeling like I’m being watched, I open my eyes to see Owen and Kyle, peeping from the bathroom doorway. The heat in their eyes ratchets mine up that much more and I lose myself in the overwhelming sensations once again.

  Hands lift my dress up past my hips and Silas’s rough fingers slip under my undies and find my clit, rubbing tight circles over it. His other hand fists in my hair, guiding my neck to one side so he can kiss, nip, and suck on it.

  “Shit,” I hiss out.

  The man is good with his hands, be it on a car’s body or mine.

  Somehow, in all of this, my dress has been unzipped from the top and has fallen down my shoulders, baring my breasts. Flynn slides one bra cup down and swirls his tongue around my peaked nipple, tightening it into a stiffer peak.

  It’s a good thing my mouth is free so that I can gasp for air. If they stop, I’ll kill them.

  Heath takes my other breast in his hand, testing its weight before freeing it, and twirls his thumb pad over the nipple. As my mouth opens again in a soundless gasp, Heath covers it with his, drinking me in.

  Silas’s fingers creep lower, finding my wetness and sinking his fingers inside. Before I can process that development, he’s already on his knees, ripping my shorts from my body.

  Holy fuck!

  A groan from Owen and Kyle’s direction has my eyes popping open to see Kyle with his cock out, palming it.

  My gaze moves to Owen. The fierce heat in his eyes nearly burns a hole in my already-scorching body. He’s only standing there, watching me, his gaze hot as he leans against the doorframe. The casualness of his posture makes my heart beat faster.

  Silas impales me on two of his fingers and swirls them around inside me while I’m distracted, extracting the height of pleasure from me.

  “Fuck,” I manage to slip out before I tip over the edge of bliss and soar into a climax. Silas, Flynn, and Heath keep at me until I come back down to reality.

  A zipper slides down at the edge of my consciousness, a belt buckle clinks, signaling that they’re not done with me yet. Silas removes his hand from me, replaced quickly by Flynn’s cock that slips inside me easily. I wrap one leg around Flynn’s hip for better leverage.

  Silas runs his lubed-up hand between my ass cheeks, prepping me for him from behind.

  I’m expecting him to take my ass but instead, he positions his dick at my pussy, along with Flynn’s. When he slips in with Flynn, I’m stretched to just the right side of pain. It’s so exquisite that I climb right back up to the edge and almost tip over again.

  Not wanting to exclude Heath, I lock my eyes on his dick, reaching for it, grasping it in my hand as Flynn and Silas find a steady rhythm together, seesawing in and out of me.

  “That’s it. Fuck her real good. Remind her who she belongs to.”

  The sound of Owen’s voice, silky smooth and oh so delicious, sends me careening over the edge. Two male groans follow me, closely followed by a third.

  Once we all come down, breathless and flushed, and clothes are righted, Silas gets to work on fixing my hair. My smile doesn’t leave my face the whole time. With the state I’m in, I’m more than happy to show up to the fundraiser with sex hair but I enjoy the feeling of Silas pampering me.

  Once I’m ready, again, we head outside to where the limo we rented is waiting for us.

  ∞∞∞

  We end up donating fifty-thousand dollars in total by the end of the event, all of it going towards those who struggle to meet the costs of lifesaving treatments. My heart is soaring with the events of the day as we ride home, subdued in a peaceful way. The buzz from the alcohol tingles inside me and I know they feel it too.

  “Who’s with me tonight?” I ask, following my question with a yawn.

  “Kyle and me,” Owen says.

  I smile. I’m not going to bed anytime soon. They’re going to want to finish what the rest of the guys started earlier.

  I’ll be making zero complaints.

  2 Heath’s Big Wedding

  Six Months Later

  I Like Me Better by Lauv

  Heath’s idea of a big wedding consists of a guestlist of his entire family and a few close friends from his days as a professional MMA fighter. In total, over two hundred people have been invited.

  Food, catered by a professional chef, will be served by a team of waitstaff, all dressed in white, button-down, short-sleeve shirts and pressed, khaki shorts, their uniforms suited to the warm weather.

  After the ceremony is over, I’ll be changing into a simple, lightweight, lavender, knee-length dress, matching with the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses—only mine is a lot more risqué.

  Heath is going to lose his mind. Hopefully in a good way.

  A runner leads from the back porch all the way to the wedding arch, decorated with more flowers than I’d be able to count in a lifetime. On each side of the runner are rows and rows of silver chairs with white cushions on the seats. Outside, there’s a dancefloor set up.

  It all screams Heath, with a touch of my elegance thrown in, a perfect mix of us both.

  I’m in the master bedroom with Sara. Instead of Silas, she’s helping me with my hair today. It’s a big mass of curls flowing down my back, pulled back from my face, aside from a few tendrils that frame a headband that Heath gifted to me. The headband is beautiful; it has the birthstones of all of my guys and my own set in the six-stranded, gold band. He had it custom made for our special day.

  I had a watch made for him with an engraving on the back.

  Once my hair is ready, Sara helps me into my dress. It’s a princess dress, complete with the bell skirt, with beading all along the torso that dwindles all the way down until it’s beautifully sparse at my waist. The bottom is purple that fades into a silver and, finally, white at the bodice.

  It makes me feel like a princess.

  Heather comes in, her pregnant belly entering before her. Every time I see her, I can’t help but smile. We both went through the worst things a woman can endure and we came out of our situations stronger than we could have imagined.

  “Sorry I’m late! Climbing your stairs is becoming a problem. But don’t tell Daron that. He’ll carry me up the damn things,” she says between panting breaths.

  I smile wide at her in the full-length mirror before turning
toward her. “Your secret is safe with me.”

  She’s in a knee-length, lavender maternity dress that flows beautifully around her.

  “I’m going to change. Then I’ll come back and help you with your veil, Nora,” Sara says before she enters my bathroom to change.

  “How’s the little one?” I ask her as she rests her hand on her belly.

  “I love this kid already but if it kicks my bladder one more time, I’m going to lose it—literally.”

  A small chuckle escapes me at the deadpan way she delivered that. “You only have a month or so left, right?”

  “Yes, thankfully.”

  Heather sits down on the edge of my bed, bracing her weight on her arms behind herself. Her belly doesn’t leave much room for any other position. I’m not sure how she’s going to get much bigger, though I’d never tell her that.

  “You’re beautiful. I can only hope to be half as gorgeous as you when, or if, it’s my turn someday.”

  I’m still not sure if I want to become a mother. My business is just starting to take off and I’m unsure if I can take some time out just yet—or if I want to.

  Heath has been a huge help in helping me get set up with rescue animals and training the right fits for my business. If they’re not suitable for the plan we have, we find them their forever homes and adopt them out.

  Found has been my passion since I realized my goal for life. Shield is the ambassador for it, the original therapy animal for the program. It’s a sister company to Flex and we work closely with each other to make sure that each patient gets the care they need.

  Sara emerges from the restroom and heads to the closet for my veil.

  It’s shorter in the front, only falling to the bottom of my breast line. The back and front both attach to a simple metal band, inlaid with crystals. The back goes down past my butt and stops, since I didn’t want a train any longer than that.

  Sara secures the veil to my hair with several bobby pins. By the time she’s done, it’s not going anywhere and I’m safe to dance as crazily as I like.