My Three Husbands

01 - Waking up in Vegas

Her back was slammed to the door it was supposed to hurt but at this point, her mind is empty and pleasure takes over her body, breathes getting shallow heart is beating like crazy, the little whiskers of his beard tickle her neck as she drunkenly giggles. The muscles flex underneath his see-through white shirt, large warm hands caressing every curve of her body, peppering and showering her with his kiss on her forehead down to her neck on her lips. Things are very complex to attend to that she almost sat on the floor as dizziness takes control, the smell of lust and passion at the same time but luckily the man picked her up and then put her on the bed. Then, the door was shut.

The next morning a bright shy light comes from the glassed window that illuminated the soft bed.

"Fuck." She opened her eyes alarmed as if she woke up from a nasty dream and instantly looked down at her form wearing a white glittery cocktail dress that's puffed like a tutu looking beside her right and left, the guys she went with to Las Vegas, NV besides her former college schoolmates are there, she moved the dumped face beside her, it is Justin (Jensen) in his crazy suspenders and pants on him.

Thank God. He still wears pants.

Red (Jared). 6ft moose like a tall guy who still wears his suit but his shoulder-length soft hair is quite chaotic now.

And on her right, Dmitry Jefferson, his first name, two buttons opened and inside the blankets.

Fuck. Damn headache.

"Hey! hey! hey!" She shakes their backs waking them up. The three of them scowled at what she's doing. Dmitry puts his arm around her waist still laying down and slams her back on the bed.

"Can you bitches wake up!" She wailed, and they gradually opened their eyes and acknowledges their state. Justin, in shock, sits up straight making Red falls off the king-sized bed, I mean they are four people sharing the same bed.

"Fuck you, Justin." He wined as he tries to get up and stood still with his hangover leaning to the wall looking down at the lamp on the nightstand.

"Ugh. What is it? Katie?" He told her.

"You fuckking bbbbitchesss. "

"Excuse you, we're not bitches."

"Then arsehole because you fucked up my life!"

"Ow shit" there's a picture of the four of them hanging on the wall with a greeting just married. "Oh god. No."

"We fucking got married," Justin spoke.

"Well, congrats bro." Red laughed and looked back at the two "you finally got the girl of your dreams." And then he looks at the same photo and he mentally cursed.

"Shit." But failed to.

Dmitry sat next to her and stared at the same photo, and his jaw also dropped.

"Bitch."

"We didn't consummate our marriage, right?" Still staring at the wall she spoke at them.

"No. I-I don't think so," Justin answered.

"Okay," She exhales trying to hold herself, gather all her scattered memories. As she stood up she bit her lower lip as she felt she's missing something underneath her. "Oh god."

"What? Why?" Dmitry immediately concern concerned.

"Where are my-" she stopped speaking when she saw her lacy undergarments on the side. Everyone in the room looked at it and she contemplates whether she'll pick them up or just scold her friends.

"Boys." She slowly said. "Did we had sex last night?"

Justin licked his lower cupid bowed lips trying to soothe himself because he also got lost on what happened last night.

"I don't know," Red tells. "I'm sorry we got in this mess. "
"It's... Fine" She calmly said. "We'll figure this out."