Sexual Healing for Three (43 page)

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Russ ended the kiss, reaching to push a tendril of hair behind her ear. “I love you too.”

“I remember exactly who you are.”

“Do you, slave?”

She shuddered at the familiar term and the memories it evoked, her body surging with warmth and electricity. “I do.”

He smiled, caressing her face so softly his touch totally belied the weight of his next words. “Then you remember that the sort of flagrant misconduct and disobedience you exhibited just now can’t go unpunished.”

She lowered her eyes for a moment as heat spiraled up from her core to make her nipples harden and swell. Finally, she lifted her gaze to meet Russ’s.

“I’m ready to take my licks.”

“As soon as you’re healthy enough and out of here then.”

“I can hardly wait.” She slid her hand down from his shirt to take his hand in a strong grip. She reached for Chance’s hand with her other and held on tight, comfortable between them and finally feeling like she had come home again.

“How could either of you think I would forget what you both are to me?” She looked from one to the other and smiled. “My Healer and my Master.”

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Wantagh, LI, Beltane, Ten Months Later

Angela stood several feet behind the circle that Russ and Chance had drawn around themselves and Donna with the custom athames, ceremonial knives that Angela had given both of them as a wedding gift. She stood witness as the triad prepared to take their handfasting vows, guided by the priest and priestess that she had engaged especially for the rite.

It was the first pagan ceremony that the entire family was taking part in, and Angela thought that she couldn’t have been happier to see all of her siblings, in-laws, kids, nieces and nephews, and even her parents present to see the triad bound to each other.

The triad joined together in the circle in front of the priest and priestess, and the priest opened with a monologue advocating a new relationship enriched with wisdom and love. He wished the partners well in their voyage of discovery as they realized new directions that their relationship would take.

“But most importantly, we are here, in the presence of the Gods and every well-wisher present, to share in the happiness that Donna Vega has found with Russell Merrick and Chancellor Novak…”

Angela listened as Donna spoke next, remarking on the enormous transformations that she, Russ, and Chance had undergone in the last year and that she welcomed each man into her life and her family with eyes and heart open.

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The priestess stepped forward to drape the first cord across the bride and two grooms’ hands and led the triad in their promises to share in each other’s laughter and look for the good in life and the positive in each other.

The priest stepped forward to drape the second cord across the triad’s hands. “Will you share your loads so that your souls may grow in this bond?”

“Yes,” the trio chorused.

After the final vows were delivered and the final cords were tied, the priest and priestess stepped back behind the stone altar and raised their voices as one to pronounce the final invocation.

The trio exchanged rings and shared kisses at the priest and priestess’s behest. Then the priestess addressed the gathering to say,

“In celebration of your union, let the party begin!”

Partying was something the Vega and Calminetti clan knew how to do all too well.

* * * *

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,”

Evelyn said, sipping champagne and watching Donna dancing around the maypole with her two new husbands, the three of them all laughing and frolicking like little kids. “Donna the Man-eater hitched, to two men no less. You’re a miracle worker.”

Angela laughed. “She was definitely a tough nut to crack. But in the end, she finally just realized what the rest of my baby brothers and sisters all realized.”

“That there’s a soul mate out there for everyone.”

“Only some people get two soul mates.” Emilia came over and plopped on the chaise lounge beside her sisters, and Angela poured her a flute of champagne. “I think I want a recount.”

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Angela and Evelyn both laughed at Emilia’s pout. They knew how much their sister loved her husband, Ramón, and that he was the only man for Emilia.

“So, now that you’ve fixed us all up, who are you going to turn your matchmaking schemes on now, Mrs. Calminetti?”

“I may just put up a shingle like you all suggested I do a long time ago and go into business. There are a lot of lost souls out there looking for their match.” Angela smiled and turned to follow the gazes of her two sisters as they stared past her shoulder.

Bearing down on the trio on the chaise was Donna, Nick, and EJ.

They paused before the chaise as Evelyn and Emilia stood to join them, passing each new arrival a flute and pouring champagne into each glass.

“We just wanted to thank you for seeing what we were too blind to see,” EJ said.

“And believing in us when we didn’t believe in ourselves,” Nick added.

“And loving us when we weren’t always lovable,” Evelyn and Emilia chorused.

“And fighting for us when we stopped fighting for ourselves,”

Donna said and bent to kiss her sister on the cheek. “Thanks, Angie.

I’m glad you’re my big sister, and I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”

Angela felt Freddie standing behind her, tears forming in her eyes and blurring her vision as he settled his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging while she watched her sisters and brothers form a circle in front of her.

The five of them lifted their glasses in a toast.

“To Angela, our matchmaker, our sister, and our light!”

“Here, here,” Freddie whispered and leaned in to kiss her throat.

Angela had no words, just smiled up at her sisters and brothers as the tears freely flowed down her cheeks.

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“This is a first. She’s been rendered speechless,” EJ teased, and the rest of his siblings joined in his laughter.

But Angela knew she didn’t need to say anything more.

Her brothers and sisters had said it all.

Their hearts were open and free to love their soul mates. And that’s all Angela had ever wanted for all of them anyway.

They had taught her well.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gracie McKeever is an author from the Bronx and aside from several side trips along the way has lived and worked her entire life in the New York City area. She has been writing since the ripe old age of seven when two younger brothers were among her earliest, captive audience for various short story readings and performances.

An eclectic and voracious reader whose audience has grown outside of the supportive family members, she's had the great fortune of being able to incorporate two of her favorite passions and talents –

reading and writing – as a book reviewer for several online e-zines both as a regular staff member and freelancer.

In 2001 Gracie caught the erotica bug, sinking her teeth into her first erotic romance e-book for a review, and hasn't looked back since.

An instant affinity for the genre spawned her first erotic romance title, BENEATH THE SURFACE, published in 2006 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com