“And you drowned in guilt and booze,” she finished softly. “Oh, Javier. You do have a big heart. You gave an inexperienced girl a job, trusted me with your secrets, helped me see what it was to truly live. Give yourself some credit.”

Sweet to the very end. “You opened my eyes, little one. I’ll be grateful to you forever.”

“Before this gets too much sappier, we need to ask you something,” Xander piped in.

London giggled. “Gosh, we are sounding a little greeting cardish. What is it? If it’s about staying on the job beyond the initial five weeks, yes.”

“It wasn’t, but good to know.” Javier winked, then nerves attacked him as he dug into his pocket. This was it. He was going to say these words for the second time in his life, but mean them for the very first. He fished out the little square inside and withdrew it. “I love you more than mere words can say. Marry me.”

As he opened the box, she gasped. She would be seeing the platinum ring, channel-set with diamonds and topped with a one-carat stone, that nestled against a thinner band adorned with a nearly flawless five-carat colorless diamond.

Her eyes widened almost impossibly. “Oh my . . .”

“And me.” Xander pulled the other part of the wedding set from his pocket, a mirror of his own band, a row of diamonds set in platinum that would curl around the large center stone. “There’s a stone to represent each of us. But you’re in the middle, as we’ll always want you to be. So you’ll always feel surrounded and loved.”

Javier expected a lot of reactions, but he hadn’t expected sobbing. London buried her face in her hands.

He and Xander glanced at one another, both wearing identically lost expressions.

“Belleza, if you don’t like the setting—”

“I love it,” she gasped and lowered her hands, looking at them both with tear-drenched eyes. “I love you. You’re sure you want to marry me after only a week?”

“‘Want’ might be the wrong word, little one.” Javier raised a brow. “‘Insist’ might be closer.”

“I’d go with ‘demand,’ personally,” Xander kicked in.

Javier nodded. “You know, he’s probably right. I like ‘demand.’”

She laughed and threw her arms around them again. “Then yes. A huge, I’m-the-luckiest-girl-in-the-world yes.”

Javier tore the rings out of the box and took her hand in his, sliding them down her finger. Xander took his turn next, easing the final band into place. Three pieces all entwined perfectly.

When he would have moved in for a kiss, Xander elbowed him in the chest. “Wait. There’s more.”

“Can’t we cover this ground later?”

“Nope.” Xander sounded like an immovable mountain. “I want to get it all out there now.”

Sighing, Javier shook his head. Little brother was probably right, but damn, he wanted to get to the part of the day where they took her to bed and used every part of their bodies to show her just how important she was to them.

“There’s something else?” Incredulity lilted her voice.

Javier gave up the notion of having sex right now. London needed to know all they had in mind. “We each wanted to give you something. Since you’ve never been to your namesake, we wanted to honeymoon there . . . on our way to soak up some sun on the French coast, then take in the beauty of Tuscany. We’ve all earned some time to just be together.”

He scrambled up to retrieve the travel documents on the end table by the sofa, then handed them to her.

She scanned them, her face lowering to a frown. “These tickets are for the first week of September, guys. That’s in less than two months. There’s no way we can pull off a wedding that quickly.”

“There is when you’ve got money.” Javier smiled.

“And we need to make this a quick wedding. For one thing, I don’t want to wait until even tomorrow, but I guess you want to have time to explain us to your mother so we can meet her.”

“Uh . . . yeah. That’s going to be fun.” Her sarcasm said otherwise. “But she’ll come around. She just wants me to be happy and loved.”

“We’ll make sure of that,” Xander promised. “But the second reason . . .” He fished an envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans and pressed it into her hands. “You can open it here if you want, but this is a fax from the hospital. They did my blood work last night. I knew I was clean because I was always meticulously careful, but I wanted you to see it in black-and-white.”

“O-okay.” An adorable frown crossed her face. “That’s good news.”

“It’s great news,” Xander corrected. “I’ve missed out on years of family. My brother was always busy being groomed for success. I squandered all that time being a dumbass.”

“A skirt-chasing dumbass,” she teased him.

“Yeah.” He had the good grace to flush. “But I don’t want to wait anymore. The three of us will marry and be a family. I want to expand it. And I want to start now.”

London blinked, jaw dropping. “Like, right now?”

Xander nodded. “I wanted you to know that I’m clean so we’d never need any barriers between us again.”

Happiness lit her blue eyes before a crushing frown showed her misery. “I think it’s only fair . . . I have to be honest. The doctors say that my blackout spells may never stop. It’s much better with my meds, but I can’t ever be alone with a child, at least not a very young one. I’m not sure I’ll ever be fit to be a mother—”

“Stop there.” Those words inflamed Javier. “Hear this and understand it, London. You will make a wonderful mother. You will give our children comfort, love, and guidance. If you’re unable to be alone with children . . . well, that’s another benefit to there being three of us. We can all pitch in. We can hire any help you need. We’ll support you in every way we can.”

“We want a family with you, belleza,” Xander murmured, stroking the soft hair at her crown and looking deeply into her eyes, willing her to understand.

“I feel so blessed.” She smiled with all the love shining in her heart.

“Is that a yes?”

His brother was so pushy, but Javier understood. The thought of London under their roof, with their rings on her fingers, her belly swelling with their children as they shared all the years and their love . . . nothing sounded more perfect.

“Yes.” She kissed Xander gently. “But you’re talking like you want me pregnant before the wedding.”

“Tonight, if possible. I’ve wasted most of my life. I don’t want to waste another moment to start our future.”

Javier kissed her neck. “I have to agree, little one. I wasn’t really living until I met you. It seems only fitting that we create life together.”

She bit her lip, then nodded. “You’re right. I know firsthand that you never know how long life will last. Why wait? Come love me.”

Neither one of them wasted a moment before tearing into their zippers and shoving their pants down and tossing them aside. Javier was already painfully hard and took himself in hand, slowly stroking, wishing to fuck it was her hand around him. Xander looked every bit as ready to be inside her as he was.

Together, they helped her to the carpet, onto her back. London looked a little nervous, and it was natural. They’d made a lot of big decisions today, life-altering ones. This was the first of the wheels they’d set in motion. Maybe it was a bit of the cart before the horse, but they all knew what they wanted and saw no reason to wait.

Javier scooted up to kiss her lips, take her mouth, entwine their tongues. Under him, she gasped, her back arching. He lifted away and looked down to see Xander with his mouth fastened on her pussy, eating feverishly, his tongue working her clit.

A flush quickly spread across London’s fair skin. Her breathing picked up pace. God, he wanted to fuck her.

Tucking a hand under her head, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled until she opened to him. He dove into her mouth, taking everything, stamping himself on her, forcing her to taste how much he wanted her. Under him, she tensed. Her breathing grew erratic. He loved watching her arousal grow, loved adding fuel to the fire.

“Does Xander eating your pussy feel good, little one?” he murmured against her breast before he nipped at the sensitive flesh, then sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing hard on her flesh.

“Yes . . . yes!”

He took her other nipple and lapped at it, bit at it with his teeth until she hissed, and began muttering incoherent cries. London was so close.

“Yes what?” he growled in her ear, watching as Xander lifted his head from her cunt.

“Yes, Sir.”

His brother licked his wet lips, then crawled up her body, between her legs, cock in hand. “I’ve never done this bareback, belleza.”

It stunned Javier that Xander hadn’t once forgotten a condom during his multiple female, big-party life. But the sincerity radiating from his expression made Javier believe every word.

London spread a bit wider, bending her knees in welcome. Javier pressed kisses to her nipples, watching his brother ease his naked cock into their fiancée.

Once he’d slid in to the hilt, Xander closed his eyes with a low groan. “Fuck, that’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I never want anything between us ever again.”

Wrapping her legs around him, she lifted to him and nodded. “Never.”

Poised on his knees above her, Xander pumped her in a slow, strong rhythm. Javier sucked her nipples one after the other, alternating and feeling them harden a bit more with every pass. With his free hand, he stroked her clit lazily.

“When did your last period end?” Xander demanded.

“God, that’s so good, I-I can’t think.”

“Try, little one. For us.” But he didn’t let up his stroke of her hard little pearl.

“Um . . . I think—” she panted. “Ten days ago. Two weeks. Something like that.”

“Likely fertile,” Javier pointed out to his brother.

“Yee-haw,” Xander drawled and fucked her harder.

London flushed and swelled. Her body tensed all over as she held her breath for the explosion that was moments away.

“She’s going to come.”

“Good,” his brother panted as he thrust faster into her swelling pussy. “We’ll do it together.”

Around him, the air thickened, rose, waited in anticipation. London gasped. Then she screamed in release. Under his fingers, her clit turned rock-hard. Her whole body bucked. And Xander shouted out in satisfaction, pushing into her strong and fast as he deposited his seed deep inside her.

Then he collapsed on top of her, and the two of them lay limp and still for a moment, a tangle of arms, legs, breaths. Hearts.

And Javier felt ready to explode. He wanted—needed—to be inside her, coating her womb with his semen, filling her up with everything he had to give.

Xander suddenly looked up at him and grinned. “That was amazing. You need some of that.”

“Right now,” he growled.

“You got it. Get on your back.”

Javier wondered why, then he realized what his brother had in mind. And a huge smile spread across his face. He scrambled into place, then gathered London’s body against him, slowly bringing her to straddle him. He slid his cock into her soft, drenched pussy, and the feel of her walls closing in on his bare cock made a shudder roll down his spine. “Jesus!”

“Isn’t it amazing?” Xander asked as he made his way above London’s head, then grabbed her chin. “Open your mouth, belleza. Suck me hard. I’m going to fuck you again. Go slow, Javi.”

Slow? “Are you out of your mind?” Already he felt moments from explosion, and the sight of their girl opening soft lips to Xander and curling her tongue around his spent cock grabbed him by the balls.

“We had a plan,” Xander reminded with a low rumble.

They had, and he needed to stick with it. He nodded and eased into London’s cunt again, this time more slowly. He wanted her to come again, this time with him. He wanted her to associate pleasure with their touch for the rest of her life.

Her breasts hung in his face as he raised his hips and filled her with his cock again, so he wrapped his lips around her nipples and sucked. Every time he did, she clamped down on him. Her soft breaths and pants around his brother’s cock were getting to him. But it wasn’t long before the little berries hardened on his tongue. Her skin took on that rosy glow he knew so well.

And as he found and mercilessly plied that one spot inside her pussy, London tensed. “Javi!”

“Yes, that’s our good girl. Feel the pleasure. We’re always going to give this to you. The night we’re married, as you’re swelling with our children, with every anniversary we celebrate, with every year that passes, it’s going to be like this for us, love.”