Lay down or take a shower
It makes getting clean a breeze
I huff a laugh, “These are truly horrible.” I tell him.
“I know. They were all Foster’s idea, but all he could find were kids rhymes.” He places another chaste kiss on my lips. “Go find Cole. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I hurry out of the room and up both sets of stairs. My legs are tired out when I make it to the second floor. The clue is a bathtub, but is it mine or his? I go to my room first and into the ensuite to find Cole waiting for me with a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.
“You guys are crazy. What’s up with all of this?” I ask him, knowing if anyone will be completely honest with me, it’s him.
“You’ll find out soon. Can I tell you something?”
I encourage him to continue while I take one of the strawberries. I’m confused about these over-the-top romantic gestures, but I’m also loving it.
“Blake, there is not a time in my life I can remember not loving you. When we were children, you were my person, the one I went to for everything. As we got older, our connection matured, and you became my first for everything that counted. I still thought of you when we were apart, and not having you made my heart ache. Now, we are entering a new phase of our relationship together. I know you’re everything I want for the rest of my life.”
The tears are streaming from my eyes now as he pulls me in and kisses the crap out of me. “What is all this?” I ask him.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, and you’ll see.”
I walk out, and Foster and Talon are each on one knee in the middle of the room. Each has a ring box in their hands. I turn to Cole as he walks around me and joins them.
“Blake Knox…” Foster starts.
“Will you…” Continues Talon.
“Marry us?” Cole finishes, and with impressive synchronization, they open their ring boxes.
They look at me expectantly, and I freeze. When I don’t answer right away, they start to get nervous.
Foster gets up and asks me, “Are you going to answer us, pretty girl?”
“Yes, “ I whisper.
“And the answer is?”
“Yes,” I say louder.
Foster hoists me in his arms and spins us around until I laugh. While I spin, I watch the smiles break out on the other guys’ faces. Foster puts me down and kisses me before he places a thin band with a small round diamond on my left hand. He spins me to Talon, who does the same, turning the diamond off-center so it can fit. He kisses me and hands me off to Cole, who repeats the action, moving his diamond to the left. I look down at my stacked engagement ring and cry hysterically. Then it hits me.
“You guys planned all this,” I accuse.
“Yep,” Foster admits unapologetically. “We all got in yesterday after you went to your mom’s house and arranged everything.”
“How is this going to work? I can’t legally marry all of you,” I ask.
Cole steps forward, “However you want it to. You can marry one of us legally. I’d suggest me, of course, or we can have something that might not be legal but means something to us. No matter what, you will be my wife, whether it’s on paper or not.”
“I agree, but now it’s time to celebrate with our fiancée,’ Talon says, pulling me into his arms.
“Are we doing this all together?” I ask them, standing in the middle of my bedroom with all of them surrounding me. We spent the day, Christmas Eve, lounging together and enjoying time spent with each other. Now it’s nighttime, and they’d all followed me in here.
“Do you want to?” Cole asks, and I hesitate. Sex between me and them is usually one-on-one and, on infrequent occasions, with two of them. Honestly, it’s not very often that all four of us are in the house at the same time. They are all patiently waiting for my consent before making a move, “Yes, I want the three of you.”
Foster moves in first, crashing his lips to mine. I match his intensity, pressing firmly until we both open our mouths and our tongues glide against each other. I’m so lost in the kiss that I forget about Talon and Cole until I feel one of them come up behind me.
