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BOOK TWO: TITLE: THREE HOOKEY PLAYERS AND THEIR CHUBBY OBSESSION. ***ZuriI woke up to sunlight pouring directly onto my face and a level of dread that took a full three seconds to locate.I grabbed my phone off the nightstand.7:14 AM.“No. No no no no no.”My alarm sat there, smug and useless, disabled. I had no memory of touching it. I’d gone to bed at midnight after triple checking it was set for 5:30. I’d even said the time out loud to myself like an idiot, like saying it twice would lock it in.Audric was going to kill me. Or worse, he wasn’t going to say anything at all and just look at me with that flat, disappointed expression he saved for people who wasted his time.I threw the covers back and was in the shower in under a minute, barely letting the water warm up before I was out, towel-drying my hair while hopping into the first dress within reach. Something loose. Something with enough fabric to disguise the parts of me I’d spent nineteen years trying to disguise.
RheaThe fire was lit by the time the sun went down.Someone had found speakers and the music was exactly right, not too loud, just present enough to move to if you wanted and ignore if you didn’t. The food had come out and the wine was open and the beach had transformed from a ceremony into something looser and warmer and full of people who genuinely liked each other.Owen had appointed himself in charge of the fire and was taking this responsibility very seriously. Felix stood beside him offering advice that was being cheerfully ignored.Nick sat with Elora in two low chairs close to the water, their feet in the sand, talking the way people talked when they had known each other long enough to be comfortable with silence. He caught my eye across the fire and raised his glass slightly and I raised mine back.Elowen had Zuri on her hip, dancing slowly to something, Zuri’s head on her shoulder, her enormous skirt dragging in the sand. The fight to stay awake was clearly being lost but Zu
Rhea Greg stood at the end of the aisle with the sea behind him and the last of the afternoon light turning everything gold and I thought he had never looked more like a father than he did in that moment. Brandon took my left hand. Jackson took my right. Greg looked between the three of us and cleared his throat once and began. “I have been many things in my life,” he said. “A son. A husband. A father. I have made mistakes that cost me dearly and I have been given second chances I did not always deserve.” He paused. “But standing here today, officiating the marriage of my two sons and the woman who became my daughter without either of us planning it, I think this might be the thing I am most proud of.” Someone in the chairs made a sound that might have been Owen and might have been a sob. “These three people,” Greg continued, “have shown me that love does not follow the shape we expect it to. It follows the shape of the people living it. And the shape of what these th
RheaI stood in front of the mirror and didn’t recognise myself.Not in a bad way. Just in the way of someone looking at a version of themselves they had always hoped existed but hadn’t been entirely sure about until right now.The dress was simple. Short and white and light enough to move in the sea breeze. Elowen had found it in town that morning and brought it back without telling me and when I put it on and looked in the mirror I understood immediately why she had chosen it.It was exactly right.My hair was down the way Jackson liked it. The ring caught the light every time I moved my hand.I pressed my fingers below my collarbone over the letters that had been there for years and thought about everything those two initials had meant at different points in my life. The anger. The grief. The confusion. And now this.My eyes filled.The door flew open.I spun around.Elora stood in the doorway in a dress the colour of the sea, her eyes already wet, her hands over her mout
RheaFather Emmanuel was a kind man.That was the hardest part about it. He wasn’t cold or dismissive. He had offered us tea when we sat down and listened to everything we said with genuine attention and asked questions that showed he had actually heard us. And then he had folded his hands on the desk and looked at us with something that looked very much like regret.“I have prayed on this,” he said. “Genuinely and at length. And I have great respect for what you have built together. The love in this room is not something I question.” He paused. “But the church’s position on marriage is what it is. And I cannot in good conscience stand before God and officiate something that falls outside of that position. I hope you can understand that this is not a judgment of who you are.”Jackson said that he understood.Brandon thanked him for his time.I shook his hand and smiled and held everything together until we were outside.We stood by the car for a long moment. The afternoon s
RheaI knelt before them on the soft rug, looking up at both of my men with nothing but power thrumming through me. This was mine. These two powerful, beautiful men staring down at me with raw hunger and open love written across their faces. No more walls. No more distance. Just us and four years of choosing each other every single day.I wrapped my hands around both of their cocks, feeling them throb hot and heavy against my palms. Brandon was already leaking at the tip. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up his length before swirling it around the swollen head, tasting the salty slickness there. He groaned deep in his chest, fingers sliding into my hair.I turned to Jackson next, taking him into my mouth in one smooth glide, sucking him deep while my hand continued stroking Brandon. I moved between them with deliberate slowness, savoring every thick inch, every twitch of their cocks on my tongue. My lips stretched wide around Jackson as I hollowed my cheeks and took him to
RheaI could not breathe.Every eye in the room was on us as Camila dragged Queeneth down the stairs, screaming about criminals and psychopaths. My hands shook so badly I had to clasp them behind my back. The room felt too hot, too small, like the walls were closing in.Queeneth stood at the bottom
BrandonThe second Rhea climbed onto my lap, I knew I was in trouble.She had kissed me before. Plenty of times. But this was different. This was her taking what she wanted, her hands fisting in my hair as she crushed her mouth to mine with a desperation that made my blood run hot.She was wild. Un
RheaNick cut through the crowd like he was trying to escape something. His jaw was clenched, hands balled into fists at his sides. When he finally reached me, the look on his face made my breath catch.He was furious. I’ve never seen Nick look so angry about anything like this before.“Nick, what
RheaJackson pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the highway, tires biting into the gravel.“Is there a problem?” I asked, confused, but he was already out the door.“Man, what’s going on?” Brandon asked from the back, sounding just as lost.But Jackson just yanked my door open. He grabbe







