Chapter 71

71

T he gondola door closes, the tension inside ratcheting to dizzying heights within seconds.

"We have twelve minutes," Dylan says, pulling out his phone to set a timer.

"Did you time it on the way up?" Theo asks, looking at him incredulously.

"Don't look at me like that. You should be thanking me." Dylan shrugs off his jacket, folds it, and places it on the bench.

Henry sits down, pulling me down onto his lap, his cock pressing into my ass.

"Twelve minutes isn't long enough," I protest, my heart galloping.

"It is if you're already wet," Dylan says, dropping to his knees in front of me, waiting until I nod my consent before he pulls down my leggings and runs one finger along my slit. "Fuck, Isla," he groans, sliding his glistening finger into his mouth.

Henry motions for Theo to take his place. Dylan pulls off my boots and leggings as they switch places. I should have worn a dress instead of having to be bare-assed in a–I lose all train of thought as Theo pulls me down onto his lap, his cock impaling me .

"Jesus fuck, Isla," he groans, his hands shaking on my hips. Dylan pushes me back against Theo's chest and pushes my knees wide, kissing his way from my breasts down my stomach.

"We don't have time, Dylan," I pant.

"Yes, we fucking do." He circles my clit with his tongue and sucks hard. He doesn't stop until I'm chanting his name, begging for him to let me come. He walks forward on his knees and unzips his pants. Wrapping his fist around his shaft, he taps it on my clit several times before notching it at my entrance, slowly pushing in on top of Theo's cock.

"Fuck," I whimper, clutching Dylan's shoulders as their cocks stretch me. I glance up to see Henry sitting on the opposite bench, his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself.

"Come here, Henry."

"I can wait till tonight, sweetheart."

"No. Now," I demand. He walks to my side and waits for me to tell him what to do. "Stand on the bench, one foot on either side of me." He does exactly what I ask, then looks down at me, waiting for further instructions. "Hands on the glass." I lean back against Theo, shifting to the side so my head is against his shoulder, and watch Henry lean against the glass, his cock only inches from my face. "Now fuck my mouth like you mean it."

"Isla–"

I wrap both of my hands around his shaft and pull him to my mouth, sucking on the head of his cock like it's candy.

"Fuck!" His legs shake, forcing him to lock his knees, his hips stuttering as I use every trick I know to make him fall apart.

Theo reaches around my hip to rub my clit, and my moan must be a green start flag because they all begin fucking me at once. Henry cradles the back of my head in his palm, pushing the tip of his cock in and out of my mouth, dragging it over my lips. I hollow my cheeks, sucking on him hard with the next push of his hips, and he gives in, sinking into me until his balls are touching my chin. I groan around him as Theo slides his finger back and forth over my clit, keeping rhythm with his and Dylan's cocks. The adrenaline has my body tensing almost immediately. Dylan and Theo pick up their pace, one pressing in while the other pulls out. I scream around Henry's cock as they switch up their rhythm, both pushing in at once, and Henry careens over the edge, jets of cum hitting the back of my throat. He pulls out just as I start to orgasm, latching onto my nipple, pleasure and pain mixing as he sucks hard, shooting me into outer space. Both Dylan and Theo grunt in unison, their hands tightening on my hips as they ram inside me, coming hard. Henry waits for Dylan's cock to slip out before taking his place, sliding his thumb over my clit, and then down my slit as Theo pulls out. He gathers their cum and pushes it back in.

"You're so fucking pretty like this, Isla," Henry murmurs, his nostrils flaring. "Freshly fucked. Rosy cheeks. Stretched pussy." I can't even be embarrassed when he's looking at me with such reverence. He pulls my panties from my leggings and slips them over my feet, pulling them up my legs before helping me with my leggings and boots.

"Three minutes to spare," Dylan announces, looking at his phone.

"That has to be some sort of world record," I say, only moving from Theo's lap long enough for him to put himself back together. I cuddle against him for the rest of the ride in a state of post-coital bliss, my head in the clouds.

"So, what are everyone's wedding must-haves?" I ask once we're back in the truck and headed to our farm stay.

"I want Lorna's kids to be the flower girl and ring bearer," Henry says, not even needing to think about it. “They can pull Summer in a tiny wagon so she can participate, too.”

"Done." I can't help grinning. This man will make the best father one day, and the more I get to know him, the faster I want it to happen. Fuck me. "Dylan?"

"I want it to be fun. I've been to too many weddings that end up being formal and stuffy. I want people to think back and remember what a great time they had for the rest of their lives."

"I agree. What about you, Theo?"

"I want us to write our own vows," he says, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror.

Dylan and I groan in unison. "I'm not the best with words, Theo."

"Your entire existence is poetic, Sunflower. I'm sure whatever you come up with will be utterly flawless."

"You have way too much faith in me."

"And me," Dylan echoes.

Theo shrugs, refusing to back down.

"What about you, Isla?" Dylan asks.

I take a moment to think. I was never that little girl who dreamed about her wedding, so all of this is brand new to me.

"I want to incorporate my family tartan into the wedding, and if you're willing, I want the three of you to take my last name," I blurt out, finally giving voice to what I’ve been thinking about for the past few weeks.

"Why?" Theo asks softly.

"Because the three of you belong here. You should have the MacLeod name if you want it. There is so much life, love, and history behind the name, and it would be an honor for my family if you took our name." I look between them, realizing I probably shouldn't have done this in the car. "You don't have to. Only if you think it's right," I stammer, nerves getting the best of me.

"I don't speak for all of us, but for me, it would be an honor to be part of the Macleod clan," Henry says, his eyes shining.

"I agree," Dylan says, his grin nearly splitting his face in half.

"Theo?" My stomach knots, knowing that out of the three of them, he's the one who would take issue with it.

"I would move mountains for you, Sunflower. What's a little name change?" He catches my eye in the rearview mirror, holding my gaze for a second to let me know that he means every word .

We spend the rest of the ride discussing all the other little decisions we need to make: colors, flowers, food, drink, and music. I take notes on my phone, writing down each of their preferences with the hope that I can come up with something that represents all four of us. As we pull into the farm drive, I tuck my phone away, knowing the next time I take it out, I'll be taking pictures of us riding off into the sunset.