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  Seeming relieved, Kathy just about bounded up from her seat. "Well, you're welcome. And now, Tracy, Elisa, and I will just finish putting the food away, and then we'll be out of your hair."

  As if she'd suddenly given them a yank via invisible string, Tracy and Elisa soon came into the kitchen, both of them saying at once that the vases had been put away. Congratulating me again and telling me to have a good evening, the two of them and Kathy hustled out of the kitchen a few minutes later. Tracy actually told me to have a great evening, clearly emphasizing the word great and giving me a little wink, which made me stifle a bit of laughter, the action turning into a smile.

  However, my smile soon faded when I heard the sound of two pairs of footsteps coming down the hallway to the kitchen. It was time. My husbands were coming to take me upstairs for our wedding night. Chewing my lip, I realized that somehow, the sense of confident cool I'd felt while talking to Kathy had just flown right out the window.

  CHAPTER 15

  When Nick and Blaine entered the kitchen, I stood, though a bit too quickly, almost flying up from my chair. That made me feel a little embarrassed, which just further increased my slight case of sudden, unexpected nerves.

  Feeling some kind of an urgent need to speak, I looked at Nick and Blaine and said Hi, not even waiting for a Hi in return before continuing. "So, has everyone in the living room gone home, then, too?"

  Nick said yes, that everyone had just left. "The three of us now have the house to ourselves. And I've given word that Blaine and I aren't to be summoned for anything, unless the Borderliners are literally knocking down entire sections of wall, which won't be happening. Too many guards posted outside the village for that to happen right now."

  "Oh. Well...that's good. So...is there anything in the living room we need to clean up right now? Any drink spills or anything, or...."

  I couldn't even think of what else.

  Slowly, as if they didn't want to startle me in any way, Nick and Blaine came over to me and kind of pulled me into a double embrace, one of them holding me close on either side.

  After pressing a few tender kisses against the side of my face, Nick spoke in a low voice near my ear. "We just want to kiss you and hold you...for as long as you want us to. We won't move on to anything else until you say. Promise."

  I liked the sound of his voice near my ear, what he was saying, and the ghost of his warm breath, but for some reason, I was finding it hard to focus on those things. Aware that my body had become somehow rigid, the primary thought in my mind was how badly it had hurt the last time I'd had sex.

  Honestly, it hadn't felt entirely dissimilar to how I imagined getting stabbed might feel. It had been that sharp of a pain, yet unlike most sharp pains, it had lasted the entire time Jason had been inside of me.

  I was suddenly wondering how Nick and Blaine might react if I told them that I just needed another day or two. Another day or two to do what, I didn't even know. Maybe just psyche myself up. Would they get angry? Would they both leave the house, slamming doors? I knew better by this point to think that either of them would become violent or force themselves on me.

  Cutting through my rapid thoughts, I heard Blaine's voice.

  "We forgot somethin'."

  I turned my face to look at him, wondering if that something might be something time-consuming, distracting, and non-sexual. "What did we forget?"

  "Carrying you through the front door. Aren't people supposed to do that? Or is that just for fancy people who aren't livin' in a vampire zombie world."

  For some reason, the thought of Blaine thinking of all people not living among Huskers as "fancy" amused me, and I laughed a little.

  "Oh, I think even people living through the apocalypse have the right to do a few 'fancy' things on their wedding day. But which one of you would carry me? How would we decide?"

  Blaine rifled around in his jeans pocket and came up with a beer bottle cap. "We flip. Nick, which side?"

  "Points up."

  "All right. Points down for me, then. Let's see who gets it."

  Flipping the cap off his thumb, Blaine flung it into the air. His fling immediately struck me as a little off somehow, however, and the bottle cap didn't fall to the ground. Instead, before I could back up to avoid it, it went right down the bodice of my simple white satin gown, which was a little low-cut, revealing just a hint of cleavage.

  Thoroughly tickled for some reason, I laughed, snatching the cap out from between my breasts. "Oh, you absolutely did that on purpose, Blaine...you sneaky mud bucket. You had to have."

  He looked at me, clearly fighting a grin. "Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't."

  "Well, I think you did, and now I get to flip."

  "Go for it."

  Laughing a little more, I flung the cap in the air, and it landed on the hardwood floor, points down.

  Laughing yet again, I looked at Blaine. "Why do I feel like you planned this entire thing?"

  He shrugged, again fighting a grin. "Just luck on your flip...but now I get to carry you through the door. I think I'm going to carry you out the door, too."

  Making me shriek, he suddenly scooped me up and began striding out of the kitchen. "They say if the bride hits her feet on the doorway, she has to carry the man."

  Just thinking about this scenario, I laughed so hard I could hardly breathe for a few seconds. "I'm going to make sure to pull my feet in, then. I wouldn't want to drop you on your head on our wedding night."

  Blaine carried me out to the front porch, where my continued laughter made a few people out for an early evening stroll through the village look up with interest. Chuckling a little himself, Blaine then carried me over the threshold and into the house, where Nick was waiting, watching us with amusement flickering across his features.

  After Blaine congratulated me for not hitting my feet on the doorway, he dipped his head and planted a tender, semi-lingering kiss against my lips. And when he lifted his face, I caught a glimpse of a look of clear hunger and envy on Nick's, which gave me an idea.

  "Now I think Nick should carry me over the threshold and give me a kiss, too. I'm pretty sure that's the way things work when a woman has two husbands...she gets two carry-throughs and two kisses."

  Nick readily agreed that was the way things worked, and once he'd carried me through and kissed me, his arms around me were feeling so good that I didn't want him to put me down. "Do you think you might want to carry me upstairs now?"

  Now I was definitely feeling a little more open to the idea of kissing and holding than I'd been earlier. As for Nick, I didn't have to ask him twice to carry me upstairs.

  Once the three of us were in his room, which I supposed was officially our room now, all three of ours, he set me down, loosely pulling me into his arms. "Is it okay if Blaine and I help you out of your dress before we hold you and kiss you?"

  Surprising me, though at the same time not surprising me, I realized that I wanted nothing more than to be naked with the two of them right then, having them hold and kiss me.

  I responded to Nick's question by saying that yes, he and Blaine could help me out of my dress. "But only if I can help you both out of your clothes after."

  With his eyes glinting, Nick said that he liked that idea. A grunt from Blaine indicated that he did as well. Caressing my bare shoulders, slowly moving the thin straps of my gown down while he did so, Nick suggested that maybe he and Blaine light some candles in the room first, and I said okay.

  At present, the only light in the room was that filtering in from the hallway through a crack in the door, and I realized that I wanted to be able to see Nick and Blaine's bodies probably just as much as they wanted to see mine, and the golden glow of candles seemed preferable to the everyday electric lighting.

  Besides, the lights and lamps in the room were fairly bright, and, feeling a little self-conscious, I wasn't sure if I wanted Nick and Blaine to see my body with that kind of lighting, at least not during our first night together. Maybe brighter light
s were something we could ease into in time.

  Each grabbing a lighter, Nick and Blaine set about lighting a row of at least ten cream-colored pillar candles of various heights on the dresser which faced the bed. I just watched them, studying their broad backs and strong arms, realizing that when Kathy had dashed up to the second floor earlier, before the ceremony, saying that my hair needed an extra bobby pin and she'd go get it for me, she'd probably set out the candles at Nick and Blaine's request, because they hadn't been there earlier.

  Once the candles were all lit, filling the room with much brighter light than I'd thought they would, although it wasn't too bright, Nick and Blaine returned to me, with Nick reaching me first, which seemed to have been very intentional.

  He'd kind of hustled. Since my dress had a zipper in back, I turned and lifted my hair so that he could unzip me, surprised when I felt him pull me close, bringing his mouth to the side of my neck to begin planting a long, slow line of kisses, making me sigh.

  So, I thought, he really was committed to taking things slow, avoiding my zipper in favor of giving me a little pleasure with my gown still on beforehand. I liked this approach. Loved it, actually. And I had the feeling that if things remained at this sedate pace, I might love everything else that was to follow.

  While Nick continued kissing the side of my neck, giving me butterflies in my stomach, Blaine moved around to my other side and began kissing the side of my neck as well. The sensation of two men planting firm, warm kisses along my skin was one of such intense pleasure that I made a noise much closer to a moan than a sigh. I was also kind of enjoying just picturing the scene, me in the middle of two muscular, incredibly handsome shifters, the sole focus of their attention.

  After a minute or two, though, just when I was becoming eager to lose my gown, I felt Nick, or Blaine, I wasn't even sure who, slowly pull my zipper down. Then, Blaine slowly moved around to my front, lifted the hem of my gown, and lifted it over my head, where Nick caught it and pulled it up and off me while I helped by extending my arms.

  And then, there I was, standing in front of my brand-new, heavily-breathing husbands in nothing but a white lace push-up bra and skimpy white lace underwear. Finding that being partially undressed while they were still fully dressed was really turning me on, I kind of shivered a bit, despite the fact that the breeze blowing in through the windows was somewhat warm.

  After they'd both raked their gazes over my body, each of them making the faintest low growl sound while they did so, Nick undid the back clasp of my bra, removed it, and tossed it to the side to join the pool of satin that was my gown. Again, he and Blaine feasted their eyes, seeming to take in every inch of my bare breasts in the soft golden light. Next they each had a turn kissing me, holding me close, making my stiffened nipples rub against their chests, kindling some kind of a dull ache low in my belly.

  Despite the fact that I was starting to want them to, neither of them actually touched my breasts with their hands and I supposed this was because Nick had told me that they'd just kiss and hold me first, and then see where things led, which was perfectly fine with me. I had to admit that I was really enjoying the slow pace and the anticipation.

  Nick and Blaine took my underwear off together, both slowly pulling down a side, revealing my bare feminine mound, with eyes so wide it was borderline comical. The rate of their breathing also noticeably increased at this time, and mine did as well. As much as I still held the faintest trace of self-consciousness, I was finding Nick and Blaine's inspection of my feminine parts to be almost unbearable erotic.

  With every stitch of my clothing now gone, I stepped out of my shoes and pulled Nate and Blaine to their feet by the hands. "Now I get to undress you two."

  CHAPTER 16

  Removing one item of clothing from one man at a time, so that they became progressively undressed at the same rate, I enjoyed the experience even more than I thought I would. Although maybe enjoyed wasn't even a strong enough word. Relished might have been. I ran my hands over hard pecs, arms, and six-pack abs, taking short breaks to kiss each of my husbands with my hands becoming even a little hungrier still, going south to feel their already-rock-hard erections, both of which felt quite sizable, which excited me even as it made my stomach just vaguely churn.

  After I'd helped each man out of his jeans and even his socks, I removed Nick's navy blue boxers first, just because it was his "turn," stifling a little gasp when I saw how sizable his male member was.

  Definitely thicker and longer than average, it stood tall and proud, its meaty head nearly pointing straight at the ceiling. Not exactly wanting to touch it just yet, for fear of causing things to progress too quickly, I pressed my naked body against Nick's, kissing him, at least wanting to feel his manhood against the soft curve of my stomach.

  By the time I'd relieved Blaine of his boxer-briefs, seeing that his male member was definitely thicker and longer than average, too, I realized that my feminine lips had already become so slick that the moisture was even dampening my thighs a bit. The sensitive spot between these lips was also tingling, intensifying the dull ache low in my belly.

  Now becoming really eager to get my two husbands into our California king-sized bed, I led them there by the hand, and soon I was on my back between the two of them, with Blaine on my right and Nick on my left.

  Now suddenly feeling just the slightest bit hesitant and nervous again, I spied a pump bottle of lotion next to some of my other grooming items on the nightstand next to Nick, and I had an idea, recalling what Kathy had said about setting some body zones as off-limits for a certain length of time. "Would you both maybe want to give me a massage with that lotion on the nightstand?"

  Immediately, Nick and Blaine both answered in the affirmative, with both of their voices incredibly husky. Blaine's normally-gruff-and-gravelly voice sounded like it had actually dropped about an octave.

  "All right, then. You can both give me a nice, relaxing massage. But the rules are that your hands can't go anywhere my bra and underwear would normally cover for the first ten minutes. Okay?"

  I now realized that my own voice had grown a bit husky.

  If Nick or Blaine had been disappointed by the rules I'd instituted for my massage, neither of them said it or showed it. Blaine just grunted in agreement with the rules, already looking over at the clock to start the ten minutes, which amused me.

  Grabbing the bottle of lotion, Nick said the rules sounded just fine to him. "We all have to stick to them, though, Eva. Even you."

  Not knowing whether to scoff or laugh, I made a noise that was kind of a combination of both. "Well, how am I going to break my own rules? I'm not going to be giving my own self the massage."

  Sitting up, Nick pumped some lotion into one palm, then passed the bottle to Blaine. "You could break the rules by calling them off, asking us to touch your 'off-limits' areas before the time is up. We're not going to let you do that, though. Rules are rules, and every one of us here has to follow them, including you."

  Fluffing the pillows behind my head, I scoff-laughed again. "I won't be trying to break my own rules, and I won't be asking you or Blaine to break them, either."

  "We're not going to let her break the rules, are we, Blaine?"

  "Hell, no. She made 'em."

  I snorted in indignation. "All right. Please just start my massage before I head to the bathroom for a cold shower."

  That kicked them into high gear. Each of them applying just the right amount of pressure, they started on my shoulders and arms first.

  Running his lotion-slicked hands from my shoulder to my wrist, Blaine leaned over and spoke in a low voice near my ear. "I hope you know how gorgeous you are...naughty girl."

  Hearing him call me naughty girl, which he'd done once before when I'd been drunk, was definitely something I thought I could get used to. In fact, I wanted to hear him say it again right then.

  "I didn't quite hear that last part, Blaine...the last two words you said. Could you repeat them, please? Wi
th your mouth close to my ear again."

  With his gray eyes twinkling in the golden glow from the candles, he brought his mouth to my ear once more. "I said you're a naughty, naughty girl, Eva."

  Hearing him say naughty girl, with an extra naughty no less, combined with my name, had been enough to make me squirm a bit, almost involuntarily, sighing.

  Still massaging my shoulder and arm while Nick continued to work on my other side, Blaine had apparently noticed my little squirm of pleasure mixed with frustration, because he spoke near my ear yet again. "I saw that little squirm. I think you're starting to realize what a naughty girl you really are."

  He wasn't kidding. I'd squirmed again even while he'd been saying what he just had.

  "Touch me, Blaine. Please. Just touch me right now."