Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 43

Brix, Malik, and Jolie were standing in an office at the courthouse with Elio. Everyone else had left them alone. Brix and Jolie had said their vows in front of the cleric, had shared a delicious k**s Opal had catcalled at and were declared married. Then Brix had asked for a few moments alone with only the four of them.

Jolie wasn’t sure what was going on but Elio was all smiles as the officiant left the room last with a quiet click of the door and Brix looked to them with a sly grin.

“Dad and I had a conversation this morning,” he looked to Jolie and Malik. “Considering polygamy is illegal, there is no way to make a marriage between you two legal but for all intents and purposes, Malik is as much your husband as I am.” He pulled a ring box out of his hand and put it in Jolie’s. “We talked about this last night briefly and I know you both thought we would slide a ring on Malik’s finger at home and be done with it, but Dad and I both feel you deserve to say the same vows you and I did.” He pulled a second ring box out and passed it to Malik, “I also had a special band crafted which will fit perfectly to the one Jolie is currently wearing, Malik. I know you’ll approve the ring since you helped me pick it out. She’ll wear your ring as well as mine.”

Jolie blinked back the tears at the thoughtful gesture, reminding herself for the millionth time of how far off Val’s depiction of the men in his family were. “I don’t know what to say.” She whispered.

Elio grinned and stepped forward, “it’s why I’m here. All you two need to do is repeat after me.” He grinned and whispered, “also considering how much I hate the law and everything to do with it, I really am enjoying giving this giant f**k you to the courthouse by marrying you to both men right in this office.” He gave a funny cackle which made Jolie giggle.

“You ready to get married for the second time today?” Brix asked her softly.

“I am,” she nodded and looked to Malik who appeared to be strangely silent. “Are you okay, Malik?”

He cleared his throat noisily and exhaled a shaky breath, “I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“You don’t want to?” she strangely felt teary at the notion he didn’t want to marry her.

“Oh honey, I want this bad. I’m struggling to keep my s**t together. If I cry in front of these two, they’ll take me to the basement at the house and lay a beating on me.”

She laughed at his words and reached for his hands with hers. “Well, we can’t have that then, can we. You better get your act together.”

Elio smirked, “I might still take him to the basement because he admitted to wanting to cry. Big baby.”

She giggled when Malik punched Elio in the shoulder.

“Dad, let’s do this.”

“Repeat after me then,” Elio made wide eyes at Malik, “I Malik Winston Norman.”

“Wait!” She giggled, “your middle name is Winston.”

He frowned at her, “Brix’s middle name is Einstein and you didn’t say a damn thing yet Winston is making you laugh?”

“It’s to be expected to have a pretentious name for Brix. I mean look at him. You can tell Will’s influence in his life by the way he walks. Winston?”

“My grandfather’s name was Winston smarty-pants,” Malik shook his head and looked to Elio, “I Malik Winston Norman.”

“Take you Jolie Maria Segreto Haversham,”

“Take you Jolie Maria Segreto Haversham Beckwith-Cacciola,” Malik expounded on Elio’s words earning a chuckle from the two men.

“To be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward.”

Malik repeated the rest of the vows Elio recited and then Jolie did the same. Jolie was surprised at how easily the band Malik slid on her finger seamlessly edged to the one Brix had put on her. They looked like one ring on her finger. With fingers trembling as much as they had when she put Brix’s ring on his hand, she pushed the ring matching Brix’s onto Malik’s hand and he smiled and studied it. Elio put a hand to each of their shoulders and leaned forward, “then by the power vested in me and as my last official act as Don of the Cacciola family, I pronounce you husband and wife. Malik you can k**s your bride.”

Malik’s mouth gently touched hers, sliding back and forth with a sweet k**s before he pulled his head away and then hugged her tight to his chest and grabbing Brix into their embrace.

Brix grinned as he hugged them both back. “The photos won’t be the same caliber of the ones Keely’s photographer took but I got a lot with my phone. Let’s go have lunch with our little girl.”

They left the room, Jolie’s waist encased by the strong arms of both of her husbands on either side of her and her new father-in-law behind her. She entered the waiting room where Fabrizio, Keely, Opal, and Pia were waiting for them. She rested her head on Brix’s shoulder as he motioned to Keely.

“Let’s go. You arranged all this, Keely. Where to next?”

“Lunch!” she clapped happily. “Let’s go celebrate.”

The group left the courthouse excitedly. Fabrizio motioned to the two waiting cars. “Bride and Grooms can go in the first car. We’ll take the second one. We’ll meet at the restaurant.”

Jolie ignored Opal’s comment about waiting for the wedding night and not to defile the limo despite Brix and Malik both laughing at her words. She was blushing bright red as she slid into the back between the two men.

“How are you feeling, Jolie?” Brix asked as the car pulled away from the curb.

“Much better than I thought I would,” she admitted. “I thought I’d be angry or irritated to be doing this like this but it feels good. It feels right. Opal and Keely and I had a good talk this morning.”

“Oh, we know,” Malik laughed. “Stop having conversations in the copy room. We hear everything. We played it back when Keely came upstairs.”

“Oh!” she slapped at them. “I need a space in the building where I can talk to Opal. It’s not fair!”

He laughed and hugged her to his chest, “can’t. The Feds like to try to bug our offices. My equipment keeps track of everyone and everything entering any of the spaces they would normally try to get in.”

“Really?” She made a face, “the guy assigned to my case who brought me in before was at the office again this morning. Trey walked right up to him and told him he was stalking me and he had called the legal team to take it to his superiors. He left pretty quick.”

“We are fairly certain he’s going to try to get one of the girls in HR to wear a wire.” Brix shrugged. “My money is on Celia. She’s quite pissed off I cut her paycheque. I told her she could make the same money she was making before if she worked the hours required to make her requested salary. She then offered to be my side piece if I put her up in a house.”

“She did not!” Jolie found herself furious with the woman. “She knew we were getting married today.”

“Brix was his perfect a*****e self,” Malik reassured her.

“I told her it would be the same as putting a lot of money into a used car. I told her so many men had already driven the vehicle she was offering it simply had no value anymore. Told her I’d rather get a bike and pedal my way everywhere than even take one ride as a passenger in her box.”

She cupped her hands over her mouth, “Brix that’s awful.” She smirked suddenly, “fitting, but awful.”

“She was angry about it,” Malik grinned. “Not angry enough to quit but we’re pretty sure she’s going to try to turn informant now.”

“Doesn’t this bother you?”

“No,” Brix laughed, “Jolie, when you have a family like ours, the government gets angry because they want a piece of the pie. They don’t care what we do. Most of them in their offices are far more crooked than we are and they use our products and services with a regularity which would blow your mind. Their problem is we don’t pay enough to pad their pockets, in their opinion. If they can take us down, they get billions and billions by taking our money as proceeds of criminal activity. This means they try anything and everything to get it. Not just this government but governments all over the world. It’s why we work so hard to make sure we are always protected. This car for example,” he waved around. “Malik, has it retrofitted and the minute we step into it, every device scrambles.”

“How?”

Malik tapped his temple, “I’m not simply brawn, baby. I am very smart. I have my degree in computer programming and I have a long and expansive work history of working with some of the smartest villains in the world. If they can dream, I make it happen.” He pointed to Brix, “and he can dream big.”

“Interesting.” She looked to Brix, “I always thought you were the brains of the operation.”

“I am,” he winked at her as he squeezed her thigh under her dress. “I’m always twenty steps ahead. I can read a room better than you can. I had a four-oh GPA when I graduated Summa c*m Laude and valedictorian with my accounting degree and there is nothing more dangerous than a highly intelligent man with very loose morals.”

She giggled. “Loose morals?”

“Very loose. So loose in fact, in the back of this limo, with the driver in the front and your husband sitting right next to, I want to make you come for us.” His breath was hot on her ear as his sultry voice echoed around the quiet of the vehicle.

“Oh, I want this too,” Malik said excitedly. “This husband will not object. We touched you through flannel last night but I’m betting you have lace panties on right now. Keely is always very detailed.”

Jolie’s breath hitched at their flirting as Brix’s hand which had been sitting on her thigh slid upwards under her dress. It inched higher, tentative, and cautious until she gave him the go ahead.

Brix’s mouth was near her ear, “K**s Malik, baby. Let him k**s you while I touch you. Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” she acquiesced as Malik closed the distance between their lips. Brix’s hand stroked her leg. Each second the k**s went on, Malik’s tongue dipping between her lips and tangling with her, the higher Brix’s hand went and when his knuckles stroked her boldly through the thin lace panties Keely had insisted, she put on, she gasped at the bold movement.

Malik took her open mouth and deepened the k**s, his fingers from one hand deep in her hair as Brix touched her intimately, one hand hidden under her skirt and the other stroking her breasts through the lacy outer shell of her dress.

When his finger slipped under the edge of the lace and touched her flesh she shivered. His g***n of approval at the dampness he encountered made her skin feel blistering hot and she reached one of her hands out to grip his strong bicep.

He easily found her clit and she hissed with the contact.

Malik pulled his lips away, “you okay, sweetheart?” Less than centimeter between their mouths, his eyes were focused on hers. “Does it feel good?”

Brix’s fingers tightened on her n****e through the material of her wedding dress as she nodded at Malik. “Words babe. Talk to us. Does it feel good when I touch you?” his finger was making circles with increasing tempo drawing her slick upwards. Her legs fell further apart and he gave a g***n of approval. Not once did he slide his fingers inside her, toying only with her clit but it was enough to build the familiar pressure.

“Feels good,” she managed to get the words out, “don’t stop. So close.”

“f**k,” Malik g*****d as he closed the gap again and claimed her lips while Brix brought her incrementally closer to her o****m. When the beginning of the spasms started under Brix’s touch Malik boldly took her hand and put one on his e******n and pushed her other hand on Brix. “Feel what you do to us sweetheart.”

She was falling apart as her climax rolled over her and she reflexively stroked both of them boldly through their trousers. The sound of their m***s and then Brix encouraging Malik to touch and taste her made her eyes flick open. She caught Brix sucking his fingers off and Malik’s bold stroke to swipe her juices onto his fingers and then sucked them.

“You taste delicious babe,” Brix whispered in her ear.

She turned her head hungrily and boldly grabbed his head and pulled him in for a k**s. Her brazen behaviour earning a chuckle from Malik as he dipped his fingers back under her skirt. Suddenly he pushed her skirt up higher to touch her the way Brix had. She had only come down from the high and he was pushing her right back up and her entire body shuddered hard against Brix’s hard chest as he kissed her.

“Baby,” Malik was whispering in her ear as she came a second time, “I can’t wait to feast on you. I want to eat you raw.”

Despite all of her misgivings earlier in the week and her fear of intimacy, Jolie’s movements were spastic as she blistered under his hands. The naughty words both men whispering to her had her desperate for more. She wanted them. Her hands squeezed them boldly as they each took turns kissing her softly while she floated back down from the bliss she was feeling. Regretfully she pulled her hands away from their hardness and sighed as the car slowed to a crawl.

Brix adjusted her undergarments and fixed her skirt. “We’re here at the restaurant. This was the best twenty-minute drive of my life.”

“Mine too,” Malik agreed.

Jolie blinked at both of them and stroked their cheeks. “I think I might like being married.”