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Riley looks mortified at Stevie’s words, and while I very much appreciate that she’s on Team Throuple, I step in. “
“I’m sorry, but we won’t be doing any pictures tonight. We’re on our way to a family event,” she tells him, her voice kind but strong. Fuck, that was hot. I wonder if she’s ever considered being a celebrity publicist. She’d be great at it. It would also get her away from Chad, which thrills me.
I have to admit it was nice he thought we’d just got married. And the fact that the idea of marrying him didn’t scare me shows how much everything has changed since we met Riley.
“I’ve come to realize a couple of things since Christmas Eve. One of which is that I’ve been an oblivious idiot. Jace and I are together, together now. No more bullshit and pretending otherwise.” Riley’s face brightens. “About time.” “Damn straight.” Jace winks at her.
My whole body quivers at her touch, and I do my best to keep my cock from perking up. This is a serious moment, but it’s also my Shortcake touching me. My body has already learned to crave her sweetness.
“You can trust me. You can trust us,” I reassure her. “Everything that happened was a stupid mistake born from my insecurities. I can’t promise mistakes won’t happen again. A relationship with three people, two of which are men, is bound to have mistakes, but I promise you can trust us, Riley. I swear it.”
“No more lies. Even if they hurt. Even if we’re scared. For this to work, we can’t lie. Not about our feelings, what’s going on in our lives. From this moment on, we tell the truth. It’s not just my heart involved here, it’s three.”
I’m not sure how long the whole thing lasts, but as we cuddle together on a hotel bed in the honeymoon suite of a random hotel in downtown Seattle, I know one thing is for sure. Santa did me a solid this Christmas. Ho, ho, fucking, ho.
There’s a message in our group chat that Leo named “Shortcake & Friends.” Both Jace and I rolled our eyes at that, considering the three of us are far from “just friends,” but it was kind of cute, so it stuck.
“Crawl to us,”
Leo releases a groan. “You’re going to be the death of me, Riley.” The feeling is mutual.
In most cases, a woman would probably want to be proposed to with clothes on, or maybe after a nice meal or some elaborate proposal, but this? Us together, naked under an overly decorated Fraser fir on Christmas Eve? It fits us perfectly.
“That’s not how the song goes, baby. It’s five golden rings.” “Five is way too many. It should be three,” he argues.
Jace smirks. “As I’ve said before, our girl’s got jokes.” Or do I?
