Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” The big man looked alarmed as I loosened my robe and tucked the key into the cup of my bra. “Won’t that hurt?”
“This whole day hurts,” I said. Except that wasn’t entirely true. Part of me rejoiced in taking yet another step closer to Massimo. But the ache for Stefano and Carmine was present, too, and I suspected it already would be. “Besides, I have a flash drive in the other cup.”
“You what?”
It was almost tempting to laugh at the look on his face, but then we heard a voice in the hallway.
“I have to go,” Carmine whispered, retreating toward the door. “But know this… just because you’re getting married doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
I blinked back tears as he left. The same was true for me.
The worst part was when my father walked me down the aisle. It should’ve been a happy moment. My dad and I had cleared the air during our talk after the rehearsal dinner. But it was just so hard to see Massimo waiting at the altar with Stefano and Carmine at his side. I didn’t want them to be his groomsmen. I wanted them to be my grooms. I wished I were somehow a triplet. Then I could’ve ended up with all three of them. Which didn’t make any sense, but it was how I felt.
After the ceremony, everything happened quickly. The reception. The speeches. The dancing. I knew Massimo wouldn’t let me dance with his brothers in public, so I didn’t even try. But I longed so badly for a stolen moment with them. And when Carmine danced with a dark-haired beauty, one of Massimo’s associates’ daughters, I nearly cried. She was tall, like a model, and looked so good with him.
But I didn’t have a right to feel that way—I was a married woman.
Then it was all over, and Massimo and I boarded his private jet on the way to some island resort in the Caribbean. He’d shown me the brochure last week, but I’d barely paid attention, due to all the angst leading up to the wedding.
We arrived and he carried me over the threshold to the suite. The ocean glittered in the moonlight outside the balcony. It was a beautiful, magical spot.
Yet I couldn’t fully enjoy it. I was looking forward to my wedding night, part two, with Massimo. I knew he’d drive me insane with pleasure.
But still, my heart ached.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?”
He reached out and squeezed my hand as we both sat on the balcony, enjoying the view.
“Yes. But it’s been an amazing day.”
“And a long one. But I hope you’re not ready for bed just yet.”
Surprised, I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, I hope you’re not ready for sleep just yet,” he clarified with a smirk. “Because I ordered a surprise to be sent up to the room.”
“Thanks, but I’m not really hungry.” The room service in an expensive resort like this had to be pretty incredible, though.
Massimo started to answer, but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. He stood up, pulling me to my feet. “Come on.”
“All right.” I walked inside, clinging to his ripped arm. “I guess I could eat.”
He smiled down at me and opened the door.
There were two men standing there. One had champagne. The other had flowers.
Neither one of them were from room service.
My jaw dropped as my gaze flickered back between Massimo and the two newcomers. Then he stepped back and ushered them inside.
No words escaped from my throat as I stared at the three hot-as-sin Moretti brothers. Finally, I looked up at Massimo.
“You invited your brothers on our honeymoon?” I still couldn’t believe they were there. It was awesome and confusing and surprising and everything rolled into one. I was so happy to see them, but why on earth were they here?
Then it truly hit me—Stefano and Carmine hadn’t flown all this way to drink a glass of champagne with us. “You invited your brothers on our honeymoon!” I leaped into Massimo’s arms, kissing him on the mouth.
He caught me, his arms wrapping around me to keep me from falling. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“It is!” I peppered his face with kisses. “I mean ... I love you, but ... I love them, too.”
He squeezed me tight and then set me down. “I know.” And somehow ... it seemed he really did. I didn’t have to ask what they were doing here. Or why Massimo had invited them. Deep down inside, I already knew the answers.
Stefano and Carmine had big smiles on their faces.
“Is ... is this what you guys want, too?” I asked, barely daring to hope. They were so handsome and charming in different ways. They could get any woman they wanted.
“It is,” Stefano said, and he caught me up in a big hug.