Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Reclaim Their Love [Wyoming Warriors 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance) (24 page)

He quickly sheathed his hard cock and plunged in deep as Nick’s tongue, in her mouth, mimicked Lang’s motions below. “Give it to him, baby. Fuck him good.” Nick’s rough words sent her heart rate into the stratosphere.

Her pussy clenched Lang’s wide cock hard. She met Lang’s every move. She took Nick’s aroused cock in her hand and ran her fingers around the sensitive top. Both men groaned with pleasure as she gave back as much as they gave her. Lang surged one more time hard and deep and held. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, and pleasure spread through her body.

She turned her head and took Nick’s hard cock into her mouth. She tightened her lips around his wide girth and licked across the top. He groaned and stopped her.

Moving quickly, he sheathed his cock with a condom and slid down to plunge into her pussy. A jolt of electricity shot up her spine. His fingers tightened around her pebbled nipples as he went in and out fast and hard. A familiar ache built into a wave of desire that swept them both into a wild, impassioned orgasm. He pulled away and lay beside her, taking deep breaths. Lang cupped her face in his hands, and his love shone out of his eyes. Cassie held on to Nick’s hand and smiled at Lang. “I love you both so very much. I think my heart may explode with the pleasure and joy you give me.”

Bending his head, Lang touched her forehead with his. “You do the same for us, darlin’.”

Nick pushed him aside and bent over her. “That goes for both of us, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips. “You always were the only woman for us.”

Chapter Sixteen

As promised, Lang and Nick delivered her to Sara’s care at four thirty. Cassie had slept well through the night. She waved at them as they left and followed Sara inside.

Sara helped her into her gown, buttoning up the back. When she turned Cassie to face her, she said, “Wow. That emerald-green color makes your eyes shine like jewels, and this style gown is made for your tall, slim figure.”

“Thanks. I fell in love with the color when the seamstress showed me the choices.”

“I don’t suppose you have any questions about the ceremony,” Sara said. “You’ve been to more of these weddings than I have.”

“But every time they’re a little different because of the couples. The music, the words, and the vows all make me tearful. It’s a much more moving ceremony than many of the ones I’ve gone to at other places.”

Sara nodded her head. “I agree. I remember my own, and how awestruck I was. Who will you be marrying in the civil service, and when do you plan to have it?”

“Lang and Nick decided Lang would marry me at that service. As Nick said, Lang’s the oldest by six months.”

Sara laughed. “That sounds like Nick.”

The old Nick, Cassie thought. But she knew the real reason was Lang was here more, and if something happened while he was gone, Lang would have the legal authority to deal with it. He was thinking of her, not himself.

“Lang’s the one here most of the time,” she told Sara. “And I’ve been seen with both of them in town, but with Lang more. I’m glad they made the decision. I couldn’t.”

“That’s usually the way it works.” Sara took the fragile lace veil and put it on Cassie. She stepped back. “Another beautiful bride. It’s almost time. I’ll see you at your wedding.”

Cassie stood at the door and watched as Sara slipped between the circle of trees. She moved onto the satin walkway and began to move forward into another life.

The hushed darkness greeted Cassie when she walked through the opening between two tall trees. She saw shadows of people sitting nearby and the hint of the white pavilion down the aisle in front of her. Light began to flicker through the tree leaves, people stirred, and then the sun cast a brighter light as it greeted the day.

Music soared overhead. In the trees, birds awoke and flew up into the open sky. A hush came over the guests as Lang and Nick stepped forward. Nick held his guitar. Cassie had heard he played, but never for an audience, and not for her, either. Lang’s strong, clear notes rang out as Nick accompanied their song of love on the guitar.

Tears ran down Cassie’s face. The loving words of the song wrapped around her heart. Nick’s playing was a gift, and his way of saying he planned to be open and share as he’d promised. Lang’s voice had always touched her deeply. When the music softly came to a close, the audience stood as one and clapped as Nick and Lang bowed to Cassie.

Sara stepped to her side and handed her a handkerchief. “I thought you might need this. I wanted to warn you, but they swore me to secrecy.”

Cassie wiped her eyes. Then Sara gave her a huge bouquet of white roses. Cassie smiled. “They gave me a corsage of white roses for my prom. I never would have thought they’d remember.”

“Better give me that wet hanky,” Sara said. “You’re going to have your hands full.

Both sets of parents had joined them. As the flute and the regular guitarist began to play they started down the aisle toward the white pavilion, decorated with flowers in all the colors of the rainbow.

Lang and Nick never took their eyes away from her as she walked toward them. Both were dressed in gray suits. They each had a small white rose pinned in their lapels. Gorgeous and sexy were the two words that described them in her mind.
I love them so very much.

The Priestess looked directly at her. “Cassandra Venitia, have you come to be joined with Nicholas Kenric and Langundo Connor?”

“I have.” Cassie glanced at Nick and Lang as she spoke.

Her parents and Nick’s and Lang’s stood behind them. Without her mother touching her, Cassie sensed her happiness for her only daughter.

The Priestess smiled at Cassie’s mother. “The bride’s parents are not always included in the ceremony, but Langundo and Nicholas asked to have you and your husband stand here also. Do you and your husband agree wholeheartedly to this marriage?”

“Without any reservations,” Cassie’s mother spoke, and her father nodded.

Turning to Lang’s and Nick’s parents, the Priestess asked them, “You agree and will support and welcome this union?”

“We do,” they said in unison, and then each couple placed one of Cassie’s hands in their son’s.

Then all the parents sat in the front row. They formed a strong link to support their adult children.

Lang and Nick stepped close to Cassie. Their scent and warmth encircled her. The Priestess raised her hands and began to speak in the flowing language of their ancestors. She swayed back and forth, moving her hands from over Cassie’s head and then to Lang’s and Nick’s.

Cassie felt a jolt as the music of the words flowed over her. First, she realized the hum had been gone all morning. Second, she understood the words. Startled, she stared into the Priestess’s eyes. Comprehension dawned on the Priestess’s face.

The Priestess stopped her chanting. Cassie thought she’d done something wrong. Had she spoken out loud? She didn’t think so. A smile curved the Priestess’s lips.

In the ancient language, she spoke directly to Cassie.
“You are a jewel in our mist. We did not recognize you, nor you us. Because of you the winds of change are in the air. You have started the course to our reunion. My friend, my heart welcomes you home.”

Cassie understood most of what the Priestess had said, but was confused about the changes she predicted. Still, if the Priestess was pleased, the changes must be for the good. Cassie put her hand on her heart and answered very quietly in the ancient language.
“Thank you, my friend.”

The guests could not hear her words, but Lang and Nick did. They stared at her. No one but the Priestess, her husband, and Mitch and Daren’s family knew the ancient language well enough to speak it.

The Priestess raised her hands and began to sing more words as the haunting music of the flute wrapped around them. Finally, a sense of affinity and kinship settled in Cassie’s heart, and she truly became one not with just Lang and Nick, but with their people.

When the music stopped, the Priestess led them through the marriage ceremony. Nick and Lang each took their turn saying the vows to Cassie. They spoke in strong, clear tones that carried, so all the people heard them make their commitment to her.

Then they handed two rings to the Priestess. She blessed the rings before Nick and Lang each slipped his section onto the ring finger of her right hand. The two halves made one wide gold band. The number ten was written in diamonds, with a heart engraved on each side.

Cassie chuckled when she saw the number. “I hope that’s for years I was gone and not the number of children you want,” she whispered. Nick and Lang grinned at her. Nick answered back. “We’ll keep you guessing about that.”

“Put out your wrists,” the Priestess instructed. She bound the golden cloth around their wrists, Nick’s on the bottom, Lang’s on top, Cassie’s in the middle. The Priestess clamped her hands on the top and bottom.

“Go forth forever bound to each other.” She raised their hands and sang again. The audience joined in. They might not understand all the words, but they knew the songs. When they finished, the gold cloth was hung around Cassie’s neck.

“You are the center, the one who holds the whole together.”

The guests cheered and threw a cloud of white rose petals into the air.

Cassie and her new husbands ran down the aisle as rose petals fell onto them. A tent had been set up next to the trees for the reception. Lang and Nick pulled her to the side first to kiss her, and then Nick asked, “How did you know those words? Had you practiced with Pruet?”

“No. I was as surprised as you when I realized I understood the words and was able to respond in the language. I spoke softly so I wouldn’t shock the rest of the people.”

“That was smart. We’d best keep this to ourselves for now, until we understand what happened,” Lang said.

“But the Priestess was pleased,” Nick added.

“Did you all understand what I said and she said?”

“No. We, like most of us, know the ritual words, but few can speak it fluently and understand.”

Lang gave her a strange look. “If as we suspect you are an ancestor of the third tribe, my guess is your line was part of the leaders, or royalty as they were known in ancient times. But how you knew the language after all these centuries is a real mystery.”

“It doesn’t make a difference in your feelings for me, does it?”

Nick and Lang pulled her close to them. “Not a bit,” Nick said.

Lang touched her cheek tenderly. “Nothing will stop us loving you.”

“Not until our hearts stop beating,” Nick added.

Their sweet words brought tears to her eyes. “You two have made me cry twice today. Once with your music and now with your loving words.”

Lang wiped her tears off her cheeks. “In the future, we’ll try to keep you happy without making you cry.”

“We’d better join the others,” Nick reminded them. “I think our reception has started without us.”

* * * *

Ellen took them downstairs afterward. “Do you want to rest for an hour or so first?” she asked Cassie’s mom.

“I feel wonderful. Let’s get it over with.”

Cassie looked around the room filled with her father and her husbands. “Can we all stay?”

“I’m going to give her the infusion very slowly. I hope she’ll sleep part of the time. You should stay, Cassie, but all of you big guys will be more comfortable upstairs. You can watch football or play pool. It’ll keep you busy, and you won’t be hovering over her down here.”

Cassie’s dad started to protest. Ellen stopped him. “There’s an emergency buzzer upstairs. It’s there in case help is needed immediately down here. If she has a problem, I’ll push it and you can be with her in minutes.”