Playing With Her Priests Read online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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Jordan continues.

“Maybe our acquaintance feels like a whirlwind, a rollercoaster, or even a message from God. But it also feels right. You make us so happy, and we vow to honor you in every way that a man can honor his wife. Will you, Mira Corcoran, take our hands and become our wedded wife?”

The men don’t have a ring because this is a last-minute thing. Not that I care about that. Just being asked for my hand in marriage by the two men I adore is enough.

I join them on the floor, kneeling with them. I grab both of their hands and nod while blubbering, unable to stop the tears.

“Yes! Yes! One thousand times yes!” I finally manage to whisper. “I’d love to be your wife, Jordan and Jason.”

I throw my hands around their shoulders, bringing myself into their bodies. Their hands encircle me, enveloping me in their warmth as those strong, firm forms press against my curves. Nothing in my life has ever felt more right and I inhale and then exhale tremulously.

These are the men I’m about to marry.

I pull my head back and look at the two of them. Two sets of bright blue eyes look back at me, filled with warmth and promise. This has been better than the best day in my life, but what comes next? Do we have a ceremony? Go out to dinner? Should I invite my parents?

“What do we do now?” I ask tremulously.

Jordan and Jason grin, flashing their movie star smiles.

“Sweetheart, now that you’ve accepted our proposal, we get married of course. Why put it off? Now is as good of a time as any.”

I let out a peal of laughter, tossing my curls back. Yes, definitely. A wedding ceremony would be the pinnacle of my dreams as I’m joined in holy matrimony to these men.

15

Jordan

Jason and I just proposed to Mira, and she agreed to marry us. It’s a miracle because we’re two kind of hard to deal with, sometimes overly ambitious, hard-headed and dominating guys.

I never thought this moment would come. Given our less than conventional lifestyle, getting married always seemed like a pipe dream. Often, it was hard for me to even visualize how wedded bliss would work for us. Because who would sanction such a marriage? Even our own families likely wouldn’t come to a ceremony.

And frankly, the legality of our marriage is one thing we’ll always grapple with. At least, I don’t know of any state where getting married to two men is legal.

Yet, it doesn’t matter because this is the perfect solution. Mira is ours, and having a religious marriage is enough. We don’t need the state’s stamp of approval; we don’t need our parents; we just need ourselves and the blessing of our Lord. And in all honesty, I believe that the Lord would approve of our union because it’s being made in love.

After all, I don’t want Mira to think this is a sham, or something that we’re not taking seriously. The curvy girl is kneeling on the floor beside us, embracing Jason and me, fully committed to the life we lead, and I want to give her something to be proud of.

We’ll need to perform this ceremony.

I stand up, Jason following suit. The two of us offer Mira our hands, and she delicately places her palms in ours as we give her a gentle lift.

“We don’t need much to do this. A Bible should be enough,” Jason rumbles, his look intense. Looks like his train of thought is perfectly aligned with mine, since any extras are unnecessary. Plus, I’m sure he wants to use a very particular Bible he got years ago when he was a child.

“Yes,” I intone. “You wait here,” I tell Mira. “We’ll be right back while we get some things, and then we can get married.”

Just saying that phrase makes me happy. Married.

I’m about to become a husband to Mira, and it fills me with joy. With quick steps, Jason goes to his room, and I go to mine. The Bible is going to be his contribution to tonight, but what I’m looking for is something a little smaller. I pray to God I haven’t misplaced it.

I pick through my nightstand and find what I’m looking for underneath basically everything. Of course, it’s at the very, very bottom beneath some crumpled paper and random books. I’ve never had much cause to take my grandmother’s ring out because there was no special woman on the horizon. Besides, it’s one of the few last pieces I have of her, and filled with sentiment.

There’s nothing spectacular looking about the band, and in fact, there isn’t even a diamond or gemstone in it. It’s just a silver wedding band but it’s filled with meaning because my grandparents didn’t have many choices when they got married. Both sides were working class, and they actually eloped because my grandmother’s family didn’t approve of my grandfather. He didn’t have any money, and they all thought he was going to corrupt their daughter.



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