Chapter 72

72

FEbrUARY

A s I watch Lorna and Charlie walk down the aisle through the fat swirling snowflakes, I can’t help but be thankful for every decision I've made that led me to today. They're so beautiful in their thick gray-blue gowns and hooded capes. All the guests are standing and looking back at me, making it so the only thing I can see is Father Calum at the opposite end of the aisle. I smooth my hands over my dress, fingers pale against my family's tartan. Initially, I was going to use the tartan as an accent, but when the guys told me they would take my name, I decided it needed to be a focal point. The dress, made from my favorite MacLeod tartan, is a muted brown with gray-blue and sage green. There’s a matching green, silk-lined cloak clasped around my shoulders to keep me warm.

"You still have time to run if you're not sure," Jack says from beside me, taking my hand.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I murmur, smiling up at him.

"That's exactly what I needed to hear, Isla. I'm so proud of you." He pulls my hand through the crook of his elbow, drawing me to the head of the aisle .

The first heartbreakingly beautiful violin notes of “Our Song” by Elton John float over us, and I can't help the tears that come to my eyes. I try to blink them away, but they overflow onto my cheeks, dripping off my chin as we walk down the aisle. This was the exact reason I chose not to wear anything but waterproof mascara and lipgloss today. I may act like a tough bitch most of the time, but these men have made me a puddle of goo on the inside. Jack turns to face me as we reach the end of the aisle, cupping my face in his hands and wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

"I am so goddamned happy for you, Isla." He sniffles, wiping at his face, trying to hold himself together.

My chin wobbles, and I choke out a laugh. "Thank you for being you, Jack. I truly don't know if I could survive without you." His lips tremble as he smiles, but he pulls himself together, standing straight and walking me the last few steps to Father Calum's side. I take a deep breath and look up slowly. My heart tumbles in my chest as I see my guys for the first time. They're standing on the other side of Father Calum, dressed in brown suits that match the tartan peeking from their pockets, the colors complimenting their features perfectly. They look gorgeous. I meet each of their eyes, butterflies attacking my stomach, my pulse racing. I blow out a shaky breath and push back my shoulders, determined to get through this without making an absolute fool of myself. But then I see Theo's chin tremble, and all bets are off.

I desperately blink back tears, determined to get through this without falling apart. I turn toward Charlie and Lorna, hoping they'll give me the support I need, but they're no better. Mascara streams down their faces, blotches of black dotting their eyelids. Holy fuck. I pull a tissue out from between my breasts and clean up Lorna first, then Charlie, giving her the tissue to dab at my cheeks. I give them both quick hugs, laughing with them before taking a deep breath and turning back toward the guys. The sun breaks through the clouds at that moment, shining down on their gorgeous smiles, joy radiating from them. There are no questions in their eyes, no signs of doubt or regret .

"Isla, Theo, Dylan, and Henry, are the four of you ready to begin?" Father Calum asks. We all nod, and he greets our family and friends before inviting Theo to say his vows. Theo swallows hard and steps forward, taking my flowers and handing them to Charlie before taking my hands in his.

"Sunflower, I knew you were the one from the moment you knocked that croissant out of my mouth. The world fades away in your presence, and I am left with only the sound of your voice, the warmth of your touch, and the light in your eyes. You are the quiet in my chaos, the steady heartbeat in my chest. With you, I am both grounded and free. I love the way you see the world, how you find beauty in the simplest things, how your laughter fills the room, and how your kindness touches everyone around you. There is no need for grand gestures, no need for perfect words. It is enough to simply be with you, share this life, this love, and know that I have found everything I will ever need in you."

Fuck. I am not going to get through this without becoming a sobbing mess.

"Dylan, your turn." Father Calum smiles at him encouragingly.

Dylan is surprisingly confident as he takes my hands. "Freckles, there's a silent understanding between us that needs no words, only a glance, a touch, a shared breath. In you, I find the calm I didn't know I was missing, a sense of belonging that feels as natural as breathing. You are the moment before sleep when everything is quiet and still, and the world feels just right. I love the way your presence lingers long after you've gone, how your laughter echoes in my thoughts, and how your kindness softens the edges of my day. Being with you is like coming home to a place I never knew but always longed for. You are my peace, my challenge, my joy. In the space between us, I find a love that is steady, unhurried, and true. A love that simply is.”

Father Calum wipes at his eyes as Dylan steps back. "Henry."

Henry trades places with Dylan, his hands swallowing mine. "Red, I found my anchor in you, a quiet strength that steadies me, a light that brightens every corner of my world. You are the warmth in my coldest days, the calm in my fiercest storms. With you, I have learned what it means to be truly seen, to be loved without conditions, and to love without fear. Today, I offer you my unwavering support, my patient heart, my open ears. I promise to stand by you, in moments of triumph, in times of doubt, in the quiet moments where words are not needed. Together, we will build a life woven with laughter, strengthened by trust, and colored with the joy of countless shared adventures. Isla, you are my beginning and my end, my constant, my love. Today, I give you all that I am, and all that I will ever be, now and always.”

"Isla?" Father Calum takes a tissue from his pocket and wipes his nose, motioning for me to begin my vows.

I take several deep, shaky breaths, trying to tame my emotions so that I can get through this without sobbing. "Dylan, Theo, Henry, each of you adds something invaluable to my life. Dylan, you bring a quiet strength that grounds me. Your calm presence allows me to find peace when life gets overwhelming, and even in your silence, I feel the depth of your love—a steady, unspoken support that I know will always be there.

“Theo, you are my foundation, the one I can lean on without hesitation. Your strength and reliability give me the confidence to face whatever comes our way. You're the one who lifts me when I'm down, who stands by me in every challenge, and who helps me find the courage to keep moving forward.

“Henry, you are the spark that keeps me on my toes. You challenge me to think differently, to embrace new ideas, and to see the world as a place full of possibilities. With you, life is never dull—every day feels like an adventure, and you remind me to find joy in the unexpected.

“I am the person I am today because of the three of you. You have shaped, supported, and loved me in ways that I didn't even know I needed. You've made my life richer, more complete, and more beautiful than I ever imagined possible."

Father Calum steps forward, asking each of the guys if they'll take me as their wife, and then asks me if I'll take each of them as my husband. I'm practically bursting with joy as I slide a ring onto each of their fingers. They take turns sliding their rings on my ring finger, the three thin bands nesting together beautifully.

Father Calum takes our hands, brings them together, and begins wrapping a length of tartan around them. "May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back. May the sunshine be warm upon your faces; may the rains fall soft upon your feet. And until we meet again, may the gods hold you in the palm of their hands." He looks up from our hands, a giant grin on his face. "You may kiss your bride."

Henry is the first to crush his lips to mine, murmuring “I love you” over and over against my mouth, tears streaming down his face. Dylan is next, his lips soft and insistent on mine, cherishing this moment. When Dylan finally steps away, Theo picks me up in his arms, spinning me around. The joy on his face brings fresh tears to my eyes. He sets me back on my feet, pressing his forehead to mine. "Thank you isn't enough to express my gratitude, Isla. Thank you for saving me. Us. I will spend every day of the rest of my life showing you how grateful I am." He cradles the back of my head in his hand and presses his lips to mine, dipping me down, taking my breath away. When everybody starts cheering, he pumps his fist in the air, laughing against my lips. With him on one side and Dylan and Henry on the other, we run back up the aisle to the sound of Bruno Mars' “Marry You.”

We make a beeline to the gondolas, the photographer snapping pictures as we climb inside. The doors close, shutting out the cheers, enclosing us in our own little bubble.

"Ready for the best twelve minutes of your married life?" Henry asks, shrugging out of his jacket with a grin.

As the four of us pile into the limo, the driver congratulates us and slips me a note. I peek out the back window, tearing up as I watch all of our friends and family waving goodbye, sparklers lighting up their smiling faces. I slide my finger under the flap and pull out the card .

My darling Isla,

Thank you for letting me live vicariously through you. Your bags are packed, and everything is taken care of, so relax and have fun! I hope you have a fantastic time on your honeymoon.

Love forever, Charlie

P.S. Lach paid for everything–he said it's part of your wedding present, so enjoy yourselves!

Theo takes the card from me and reads it. "What is this?"

"Charlie asked me a couple of months ago if she could plan the honeymoon, but she never said anything else. I thought she had forgotten!"

"You really thought Charlie would forget about that?" he asks, handing the note to Dylan.

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" Dylan asks, looking out the window like the inky blackness will give him a clue.

"I have no clue. I guess we'll find out at the airport."

Fifteen minutes later, the limo drives right onto the tarmac, stopping at a small jet. This can't be right. The guys look back at me, their eyes as round as mine. A fight attendant rushes down the stairs, taking the suitcases the driver pulls from the trunk, while another comes to meet us at the limo.

"Good evening! My name is Katie. John and I will be your flight attendants tonight. May I help you with anything?"

"Can you tell us where we're going?" I ask, struggling to get out of the limo in my voluminous dress.

"I'm under strict instructions not to tell you until we land," she says softly, smiling her apology.

"Do we need passports?" I ask, my heart jumping to my throat in panic.

"Yes, Charlie has already given them to me. They're on board."

The sneaky bitch. God, I love her .

"Those are our clothes?" I ask, gesturing to the suitcases John is hauling up the staircase, the guys right behind him with the rest.

"Yes. Charlie said you'll have everything you need for the next three weeks."

"Three weeks? Are you sure you can't tell us where we're going?"

"Afraid not."

Jesus. I follow her to the plane, then up the stairs, holding my skirts high so I don't trip.

"Can you tell me how long the flight is?" I ask, crossing my fingers.

"That I can do. Four hours."

Four hours. That means it's still in Europe, which explains the bazillion suitcases since we'll need cold-weather clothes. I duck my head to enter the plane and then freeze. The sheer opulence is astounding. The main part of the cabin has four plush chairs facing each other and two couches beyond that, also facing each other. The guys are all standing there, hands in their pockets, looking out of place.

"What's back there?" I ask them, gesturing to the door behind them.

"A bedroom," Henry says, looking dazed.

My stomach jumps, my heartbeat taking up residence between my legs almost immediately.

Katie reappears with a tray full of champagne flutes. "Congratulations on your wedding. We're ready to take off once the four of you are seated and buckled. You're free to move around the cabin once we're at cruising altitude and the pilot turns off the seatbelt sign. I'll be in the crew quarters at the front of the plane. Please push the attendant button if you need anything." She waits for us to sit and buckle before handing us our champagne and disappearing back into the crew quarters. Two minutes later, the plane is taxiing down the runway.

"Charlie didn't tell any of you anything?" I ask, suspiciously studying each of their faces. They all shake their heads.

"She asked me what our schedules were like after the wedding, but I thought it was because she was going to have a party or something, not this ," Dylan says, shaking his head in disbelief.

I think back, realizing how many questions Charlie asked me over the last few months. "I think she's been planning this since we set a date for the wedding. I told her we were going to wait to take a honeymoon, but she said something about it being the slow season and the perfect time to go on one."

Henry shrugs. "She's right. It'll be mayhem in the summer, especially with the castle opening to guests."

"Charlie knows best." My laugh turns into a strangled screech as the pilot accelerates, pressing me back into my seat. I'm not scared of a lot of things, but being twenty-five thousand feet up in the air in a tiny tin can will do it. As the wheels lift from the ground and gravity takes hold, it suddenly feels like the dress weighs a million pounds. I adjust the stream of air from the vent over my seat, aiming it directly at my face.

"Isla? What can I help with?" Henry asks, palming my thigh through my skirts and squeezing comfortingly.

I lean forward in my seat, twisting away from him. "Unzip me. Please."

He leans over his armrest and slides the zipper down. I shrug out of my sleeves, pushing the bodice down to my waist. I lean back and close my eyes, taking deep breaths as I concentrate on the cool air hitting my face.

Theo clears his throat. "Isla, what are you wearing?"

Oh fuck. My eyes pop open. "It was supposed to be a surprise," I wail. I ruined it.

"Oh, it's a surprise, all right," Dylan whispers, his gaze searing my skin.

I look down at the emerald green straps crisscrossing my torso, my tits pushed up to the heavens, jiggling with every little movement the plane makes.

"Don't stop there," Theo rasps, motioning for me to continue undressing. A swirling maelstrom of need edges out the nerves, and I latch onto it. I plant my hands on the armrests, lifting my weight from the seat. Theo leans over and tugs at the bottom of my dress, slowly sliding it down my body.

"Fuck me, Isla." Henry's voice washes over me like a thousand fingertips brushing my skin, plucking at my nipples, sliding between my legs. All three of them sit there staring at me, their eyes tracing the top of my stockings, traveling up my garters and to the straps that cross over to the opposite hip. Theo unbuckles, dropping to his knees and shuffling between my legs, his hands rough on my thighs.

"Theo, you're supposed to stay buckled," I say, pushing at his shoulders.

He buries his face in the vee of my thighs, inhaling. "If I die tonight, I'll die a happy man, Isla. The devil himself couldn't keep me from you right now." I give in, dropping my head back against the headrest as he slides his hands up my body, slipping his thumbs inside the cups of my bra to tease my nipples. I relax into the plush leather seat, my legs opening in invitation, his hips pressing into my thighs as he leans over me and crushes his lips to mine. He tweaks my nipples hard, and I arch my back, gasping against his mouth, He takes advantage, pushing his tongue between my lips. I roll my hips against him, desperately seeking friction, needing to feel his hard length between my legs. Growling against my lips, slides his hand over the arm of my chair until he finds the recline button and follows me down. I barely hear the seatbelt notification, too enthralled by the way Theo's making me feel, but Dylan seems to think it's his signal and crouches at the head of my chair, deftly unbuckling me and sliding me out from under Theo's body. Dylan swings me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed and staring down at me, his eyes dark with need.

"I'd tell you how fucking sexy you look, but you already know that, don't you?" He slides his fingers under the straps on my stomach, following them slowly down to my hips, squeezing my flesh as he goes, as if he's holding back some feral part of himself. "You make me feel things I've never felt before, Isla."

I take a shuddering breath. "Like what?"

He tugs at one of the straps with his finger. "I want to cut this off of you, tear your panties off, and bury my cock in that sweet heat between your legs."

"Do it," Henry whispers, his voice thick with need. "She wants it, Dylan."

Dylan pulls a pocketknife out and slashes through the straps in a matter of seconds before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. I whimper as he presses his thumb against my clit through my panties, then fists the material, ripping it from my body. Climbing on the bed, he slams inside me with a groan. I bury my face against his shoulder, whimpering as he lights up my body, every nerve ending going haywire as he fucks me.

"Flip over so she's on top," Henry commands.

I look at him and nearly come right then. He's gripping his cock hard with one hand, precum dripping from the tip. Dylan dips his shoulder and rolls, adjusting my legs so I'm straddling him. He grasps my hips, pulling me down, grinding against me.

"Sit up, Isla."

I obey Henry's command, planting my hands on Dylan's chest and pushing myself up.

"Good girl, now hold still."

Henry's praise rolls through my body, a tsunami of pleasure crashing over me from my head to my toes. The bed dips as he positions himself behind me, my heartbeat ratcheting up as his arm snakes around my middle and draws me against his chest. I break free from his hold, lift myself off Dylan, and turn around, sinking back down onto his cock with a moan.

"Much better," I whisper, making quick work of the buttons on Henry's shirt before pushing it off his thick shoulders. I slide my palms over his muscles, the light creeping in from the main cabin burnishing him with a golden glow. He cups my jaw, angling my head before capturing my mouth with his. I desperately fumble with his belt buckle, jerking at the button of his pants before greedily pushing my hand inside and wrapping my fingers around his cock. I tug him closer, and he straddles Dylan's legs, closing the distance between us. I drag the head of his cock over my clit, rocking back and forth over the ridge. Henry groans, sitting back on his knees, his dark gaze anchored between my legs where Dylan's cock disappears inside me. He reaches out, dragging two fingers over the stretched skin of my pussy before sliding them in on top of Dylan's shaft. He pushes up on his knees, changing the angle of his hand so his fingers are hooked against the front wall of my pussy.

"Breathe, Isla. That's my girl."

I whimper as he drags his fingers over my G-spot, coaxing me toward orgasm. Dipping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pleasure streaking through my system like a shooting star.

"Fuck, Isla," he grinds out, breathing hard. He pulls his fingers out, sucking my desire from them before crushing his lips to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, sharing my taste with me.

Fuck.

He breaks away, cheeks ruddy, pupils blown wide. Dropping his gaze, he palms his cock, pushing it down between my legs, sliding it over my clit. He notches it at my entrance, pressing our bodies together as he pushes inside me. Dylan's broken groan nearly launches me over the edge. Because of the angle, only the first two inches of Henry’s cock are inside me, but fuck does he make those inches work. My body shudders as I rock back and forth, the head of his cock sliding back and forth over my G-spot, bringing me close to the precipice before he clamps his hands on my hips, holding me still.

"How do you want Theo?" Dylan rasps from behind me, his fingers flexing on my ass.

"However, he wants me," I pant, dropping my head to Henry's shoulder, trying to hold on and wait for Theo. And then he's behind me, his thighs pressing against mine as he straddles Dylan's torso, his cock nudging against my ass.

"Is this okay?" he asks softly, kissing his way down my spine.

"Perfect," I mumble, pushing my ass out toward him, needy and desperate. I hear the sound of the lube bottle, and then Henry's spreading my ass cheeks, and Theo is coating me in lube. He slides his cock back and forth over me, chuckling at my gasp every time he passes over my asshole. He notches himself and pushes forward slowly, stopping every inch to allow me time to adjust. I sob when he fully seats himself, my body trembling with need.

"Look at how good you take our cocks," Henry whispers, his lips against my ear. "Like you were made for us."

I start moving, pushing back on Theo then forward onto Henry's cock, Dylan staying snug inside me the whole time. "

Take what you need," Theo rasps, sweeping my hair away from my neck and licking me from shoulder to ear. I ride them harder, high on the fullness. High on their praise. High on them. Henry holds me close, my nipples rubbing on his chest, adding to the chaos of sensations my brain is desperately trying to catalog.

"Fuck, Isla." Henry exhales a shaky breath, cupping my face in the tenderest of touches. I strain up to catch his lips with mine, hooking my fingers around the back of his neck and drawing him down with me as I relax, all three stretching me to my fullest. I whimper against Henry's lips, squeezing around them.

"I'm close," Dylan chokes out, his body straining beneath me as he tries to stay in control.

"Push your ass toward Theo, love," Henry murmurs against my lips, sliding his hands down my body, guiding my hips the way he wants them. "Good girl."

On the next thrust, his entire shaft slides along my clit, igniting a wildfire inside me. Oh god. I grapple for his hips, holding tight as I explode around them.

"Jesus fuck," Theo grunts, groaning as that tight ring of muscle strangles his cock, giving him no choice but to come hard. His hips stutter against my ass at the same time Dylan pushes up to grind against me, moaning as he surrenders control.

I can feel Henry holding back, waiting. He bands an arm around my back, pulling me up against him. Theo and Dylan slip out as Henry sits back on his heels, lifting me up and down on his cock, using my body like a fleshlight. He palms my ass, his fingers sliding in Theo's cum, pushing his middle finger into me.

"You're so goddamned beautiful," he growls, his gaze roaming over me as he slowly pulls me back and forth on his cock, palming my breast with his other hand.

I cling to his neck, barely able to breathe, my arms shaking. He growls his displeasure when my hold begins to slip, twisting to the side and laying me across the bed. He kicks off his pants and leans over me, holding my gaze as he rams into me. I don't stand a chance against him. His jaw clenches. His muscles ripple. His blue eyes never leave my face, bringing us to the edge together.

"Come on my cock, Isla. I want to feel you squeezing around me." My body obeys him immediately. "That's my girl. Just like that." He slams into me, pounding me down into the mattress, and then holds me there, rocking his pelvis over mine, the sudden pressure on my clit extending my orgasm. He covers my mouth with his, swallowing my scream, moaning as I scrape my nails down his back, his hips spasming as I latch onto his ass. "Fuck, Isla." He buries his face in the crook of my neck and thrusts hard, pouring his seed deep inside me. I sigh contentedly, squeezing my muscles around the hardness of his cock, enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

"You better be careful, wife. Don't do that unless you're ready for round two," he chuckles against my ear, flexing his cock, making me gasp.

"Stop antagonizing our wife with your bionic dick," Theo mutters, rolling Henry to the side and gathering me into his arms. He carries me into the bathroom, setting me carefully down beneath the steaming hot shower spray. I relax against his chest, closing my eyes as the water sluices over us. If this is what married life is going to be like, I'm all in.