*Isabella's POV*
I turned first to Damien, my anchor. "I was a girl once, so ridiculously in love with her boss it felt unreal. On the outside, it must have looked like a silly, hopeless crush. But my soul... my soul longed for you, Damien. You were the first person who saw past the walls I'd built so fucking high. You're my anchor, the solid ground when my world feels like it's spinning. You bring me a peace and a happiness I never knew I was allowed to have."
Then I turned to Jacob, my beautiful whirlwind. "And then there was you. You were the beautiful, chaotic storm that swept into my life and showed me what it really meant to have your breath taken away. I never fell for anyone so fast, so unexpectedly. I fell in love with your energy, your endless joy, the way you challenge me to be braver and wilder than I ever thought I could be. You balance us perfectly."
I looked between them both, taking their hands. "We were all so stubborn, so lost in our old ways. But together... together, we found our way. You two think I was the link between you, but the truth is, you're my balance. Damien, you are my peace. Jacob, you are my adventure. I couldn't in a million years live without one of you, let alone both. You taught me that love isn't a weakness, and you gave me the courage to say the words I was always too scared to speak."
"So I don't just vow to love you," I said, my voice ringing with newfound confidence. "I vow to be your sanctuary and your excitement, your calm harbour and your wildest storm. I promise to love you as long as I live."
"By the power vested in me by Google, I now pronounce you husbands and wife. You may now fucking kiss the bride!" Elly announced, her voice ringing with theatrical authority.
With that, Jacob pulled me into a kiss. It started gentle, a soft, reverent press of his lips, but quickly deepened into something passionate and full of promise, stealing my breath and reminding me of the wild, beautiful storm he was.
"Hey, one at a time!" Elly yelled, swatting playfully at Jacob's arm. A soft wave of laughter rippled through the guests gathered on the beach.
Before I could even catch my breath, Damien's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard chest. He claimed my lips in a fiery, demanding kiss that was pure, unadulterated possession, a stark, possessive contrast to Jacob's tenderness. It was a kiss that said, You are mine. Ours, and I was. Finally.
Our honeymoon was nothing short of fucking heaven. A perfect, sun-drenched blur of fun, beach, sand, sea, and a whole lot of sex, all thanks to my two new husbands. But, just like Damien predicted, we were getting close to the end of our fourth week on Jacob's ridiculously beautiful private island. The first week had been a riot of parties and laughter with our friends, but then they'd all left, and it had just been the three of us. Jacob, in his element, had played tour guide, showing us every hidden cove and secret trail on the island. Each day was a new, exhausting adventure.
"Did you like the volcano, sweetheart?" Jacob asked, his voice a low, amused rumble right beside my ear. We were lying in bed, the soft sheets a tangle around our legs. My back was resting against his warm chest, his fingers gently massaging my temples, while Damien, at the foot of the bed, worked his magic on my sore feet. "You looked fucking terrified back there. Now you seem like you're yourself again."
"That's because Damien's massaging my feet and you're massaging my temple," I sighed, contentedly melting into their touch. "But the climbing and hiking, yeah, fucking not for me."
"Really? I thought it was fun," Damien said, raising his head from my feet, a look of mock-surprise on his face.
"You're both fit and have so much stamina," I said, peeking one eye open to look at them. "Please, for the love of god, stop taking me hiking."
"You never complained about our stamina before," Jacob murmured, his voice a low, amused rumble right against my ear. His fingers, still working magic on my temples, stilled for a second.
"That's because she likes it when it's put to her good use," Damien said from the foot of the bed. He gripped on my waist tightly, a possessive, grounding pressure that sent a familiar, welcome heat straight through me. He was right, of course.
"Well..." I said, my voice coming out as a thin, breathy thing. I was completely sandwiched between them, a perfect, blissful mess.
"Isabella, what a dirty girl you are," Jacob chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back.
"Oh, Jacob, you used my full name," I teased, a playful pout on my lips even though he couldn't see it. "Now I'm scared. What did I do? You only ever call me by my name when you're serious."
"I'm dead serious when I tell you to take your shirt off," he said, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that never failed to make my pussy clench.
"Uhm, bossy!" I giggled, twisting my head to look up at Damien, who was now hovering over my stomach, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intense, predatory gaze. "Damien, did he just tell me what to do... in your presence?"
"Like he fucking could," Damien rumbled, a slow, confident smirk spreading across his face. He continued his slow, deliberate ascent, his breath leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
"Don't forget we're on my island," Jacob added, a note of pride in his voice.
"Like you'd ever let us forget," I said, rolling my eyes. "You remind us every three seconds, you big show-off." The words filled with nothing but affection.
"At least my island kept you out of the office for a month," Jacob said, his tone victorious. "So how does it feel?"
"Actually not bad at all," I said, turning my gaze back to Damien, who was now hovering over my chest, his body a warm, heavy blanket over mine. "Isn't it, Damien?" I teased, my voice soft.
He lowered his head, his lips brushing against my neck in a kiss that was both a promise and a claim. "I guess we could stay a few more days," he murmured against my skin.
With that Jacob leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to my cheek. And in that moment, sandwiched between them on this ridiculous, beautiful island, I knew this was it. This was our forever. Not a destination, but a feeling. A chaotic, perfect, passionate feeling that I would fight to keep for the rest of my life. The hiking could go, though. Definitely no hiking.