Chapter 180

Jeremy and his dad were in the sitting room of the suite, Jeremy on the couch and Van in one of the seats facing his son. To say that Jeremy was nervous was a little like saying there was a bit of ice at the North Pole. Earlier, Laura had insisted that Jeremy drink the shake she had prepared, hinting at its properties. Worried that he somehow wouldn't be able to perform for his women, Jeremy had downed the concoction. Laura had told him it would probably make him sleepy to start with, but he was too nervous to be sleepy.

Two women. I've never even been with one woman before. I'm probably going to make a fool out of myself. But they obviously love me. They've told me dozens of times, and I sure do love them, but...

"Son?" Van said, then when Jeremy didn't react, "Son?"

Jeremy's eyes snapped to his dad. "Sorry, I was just..."

"Son, according to Denise and Connie, you kicked a guy's ass who was darn near double your weight. Now you're worried you aren't man enough for those two beautiful women. That's ridiculous. They love you. Heck, a blind man could see that. You probably won't last long the first time, but they'll expect that. You three have the rest of your lives to make love. And despite what you think ... I'm absolutely certain you will do yourself proud tonight. I just talked to them, and told them you were nervous."

"Dad, you didn't?" Jeremy worried.

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't have. Now they're worried about you," Van said with a chuckle. "Dammit, Son, you just need to relax. You've told them you're a virgin, and that's something to be proud of, not something to worry about. Jeremy, they're honored to become your wives, and you can bet your last dollar they wish they could be virgins for you. Now, I promised them I would talk to you again, and come back and report to them. Am I going to have to tell them that you're a nervous wreck? If you just love those women, the rest will work itself out. Whether you realize it or not, you know what to do. Anything you don't know, they'll teach you."

"But what if I lose it too quick and then can't get it up again? There are two of them..."

Van chuckled in spite of himself. "Yeah, and you're twenty-one years old. Chances are your dick won't go down for the first hour, no matter how many times you do it. It's called youth. Nothing like it. Look, neither your mother nor I knew anything about sex, and we didn't have a computer then where we could easily read up on things, like you said you did. Ask your mother. We did just fine, anyway."

"'Ask my mother?'" Jeremy repeated, his eyes widening before he realized his father was teasing him – well mostly.

"Seriously, she might just surprise you, Jer. She's a very intelligent woman. Have you ever stopped to think that the easiest way is to just ask your women to show you what they want? Trust me. They can train you. Your mother certainly trained me."

Jeremy's face flushed and he grumbled, "I don't think I need to hear things like that about my mother."

Van chuckled and winked at his son. "Yeah, everyone's mother is a virgin, right? Whether you believe it or not, your mother is a very sensuous woman, and I'm darn lucky to have her as my life partner. If you have any problems with your women, you need to keep Adriana in mind. She's straightened my ass out more than once."

"Oh, I don't mind asking Mom for advice, just not advice about sex."

Van just sat and stared at his son.

"Okay, okay. I get the point," Jeremy conceded. "But I hope I don't have to ask her, or you, at least not about that."

"Feel better now?" Van asked with a grin.

"Well, I..."

"See, Adriana helped you without even being in here. You concentrated on how embarrassed you would be to talk to her about sex, and for a little while, you forgot to worry about tonight."

Van stood and started for the door, but turned back to say, "Jeff says we're Alphas. Quinton and Fred have four wives, and both men survived their wedding nights. Jeff has fourteen, but I confess, that's something I have a problem getting my mind around. You're young and you will have two women tonight. If those other guys can take care of their women – and from the way the women are acting, they certainly can – then you have nothing to worry about tonight. Just be yourself. Concentrate on pleasing them, instead of yourself. That's what I've always done with your mother. I promise you they'll be hanging all over you when the three of you come for breakfast in the morning. And all you do to make them happy will come back to you when they show you how much they appreciate it."

"Thanks, Dad," Jeremy quietly said just before Van reached the door.

Van just grinned back at his son for a second, then went on out.

A couple of minutes later, there was a rap on the door. Jeremy glanced back at the door as it opened, thinking his dad had forgotten something, but it wasn't his father coming back. Instead, Diana and Laura bounced in with Diana swinging a jockstrap on her finger, a grin on her face, both beautiful women already dressed for the wedding.

"Did you drink my shake?" Laura asked as Jeremy's eyes riveted on the jockstrap.

"Uh ... yeah," he managed after a moment's hesitation. "I rinsed the glass out and left it on the vanity sink."

"Good," Laura said, her voice full of mostly-concealed laughter.

"Did you bring one of these with you?" Diana asked, then went on before Jeremy could answer. "This is a new one, if you didn't."

"Uh, I don't need..." Jeremy got out. He knew they were teasing him, but knowing didn't help one bit. He could feel the heat of the blush on his face.

"You drank my shake," Laura responded. "Trust me, the strap will save you some embarrassment while you're standing on that platform with your brides."

Diana reached over and grabbed Jeremy's hand, dragging him quickly to his feet. While he was still thinking about how easily she had pulled him up, the Queen said, "Let's get you showered and into that tux."

While Jeremy was protesting that he didn't need any help, the women herded him into the bedroom where Laura and Diana quickly had his wedding clothes laid out on the bed. "Here, take these," Diana said, handing him the jockstrap and a pair of his undershorts. "Get showered and shaved so we can get you dressed. Toss your clothes out before you get in the shower. We'll launder them so they'll be ready when you need them again."

Jeremy was shaking his head. "But I can't come out with nothing on but my shorts. Your husband would kill me if he came in and saw me shaving half naked with you two here," he tried to reason, then added, "Not to say anything about what Connie and Denise would do to me."

The two women giggled. "We belong to our husband," Laura said, "and we will always be his. Besides, he's aware we're here to help you get dressed, and so are your fiancées. He's not jealous because he doesn't have to be, nor will he ever have reason to be, and your brides asked us to come help you."

"Know how to tie this bow tie, hmmm?" Diana said, holding it up, her manner teasing and light. "Know how to get the cummerbund on correctly? Now get in that shower and let's get this show on the road, please," she finished with a little giggle.

He strongly suspected that his father had told Diana and Laura that he (Jeremy) was stressing over the wedding, but still, he was ill at ease with these two beautiful women he hardly knew, not to say anything about them being in his bedroom talking about getting him dressed.

As Jeremy turned to leave the bedroom for the shower area, Diana grabbed his arm. "Wait, please."

Jeremy stopped and turned back to face them. "He needs a trim, don't you think?" the Queen asked her sister-wife.

"Yeah, I do," Laura responded as she picked up the phone. A few minutes later, Arlene hurried in with Diana's small bag that contained her hair cutting equipment. "Over by the sink," she told Jeremy. "This will only take a few minutes."

Jeremy voiced a worried, "Uhhhh..."

"Think Jeff's hair looks okay?" Laura asked as Diana slid a chair into the vanity area.

"Uh, sure," Jeremy agreed.

"Then yours will too. Diana and I swap out cutting his hair every two weeks. And before you ask, the swapping out is so each of us gets to cut his hair – not who has to cut it."

Laura encouraged Jeremy to sit in the chair while Diana put a big towel around his neck. The Queen took out her scissors and a comb. "Don't panic," she teased. "I've been cutting Jeff's hair, off and on, since high school. When he was in the military, they cut it for him, of course, but after he got out, I picked it up again. Don't worry, I won't gap it, and you'll look great when we finish."

Less than ten minutes later, the young Alpha was in the shower, but he was still uptight about the wedding. When he walked back into the vanity area, he had a towel wrapped around him. No way was he facing those two wearing nothing but his undershorts. "Sit back in the chair," Diana instructed. "You're far too nervous to have a razor in your hand. Laura is going to shave you while I blow dry your hair."

Jeremy gave up and let the women have their way. They kidded, told jokes and teased him about his wedding night. Instead of the teasing bothering him, he found himself laughing. Before he realized it, his tension had diminished noticeably.

Diana slipped away for a couple of minutes, went into the sitting room, and called Denise and Connie on the phone. "Laura and I think he'll make it through the wedding without fainting, but he's obsessing with his being a virgin and consequently worried about being able to please the two of you the way he thinks he should. Judging from what he told Van, then Laura and me, we think he's, shall we say, over studied for his 'test' tonight."

Connie sighed into the phone. "But even if he just holds us, we'll think it is wonderful. He's marrying us. We think he's the greatest guy in the world. He doesn't have to worry about us. Everything will work out just fine."

"I know that, and Laura and I have tried to convince him. We've teased him, kidded him, and told him he'll be fine. But he wants to be perfect for you two – a super stud, I imagine. The irony of it is, enhanced Alphas are just that. But right now, he won't believe it. Anyway, like I said, between Van and us, we think he'll make it through the wedding. The rest is up to you two."

Standing on the low stage awaiting his brides, Jeremy wondered where all the people had come from. Many were obviously part of the Matthews' Security, but others had on uniforms that he had never seen before.

"They're my team," Jeff whispered into Jeremy's ear. "They're here to train in the mountains. I'll tell you all about them later, but they came to honor you and your women tonight."

Before Jeremy could respond, Evie's piano music segued into the bridal march. The audience stood. Security and Jeff's team rose as one, coming to attention as Jeremy's brides started down the big staircase. The young Alpha forgot all about being nervous as his eyes locked on his brides.

The wedding reception was drawing to a close. "Popcorn?" Jeff said as Diana handed him a little tulle of popcorn, the tulle tied with a tiny ribbon. "What happened to rice?"

"Connie and Denise wanted popcorn. Heck, it's easier to clean up than rice. You can't throw it as far, though, so we'll have to be a little closer."

"Sure they didn't mean unpopped popcorn? That would throw farther."

But Diana was shaking her head. "No, Dear. The unpopped kernels of corn are bigger than rice and would really hurt if they were thrown in someone's face. They meant popped. Also, as I told you, Jeremy is already stressed about the wedding..."

"Men are supposed to be stressed about getting married. You think I wasn't? I was scared sh..."

"Jeff."

"Uh, really bad," he said as he looked around to make sure he hadn't been overheard. "Besides, he's an Alpha. He doesn't get any more slack than the rest of us."

"Oh, he's not going to get any slack, particularly from me, but we won't throw any unpopped popcorn at him," she finished, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She nodded to Jeremy as he and his brides were getting ready to leave for the honeymoon suite. "From the way he's watching Arlene, someone must have warned him about her."

"Yeah, looks that way," Jeff agreed.

A little later, Jeff looked around for Diana as the three newlyweds made for the door amidst a cloud of thrown popcorn. He didn't see her, but he managed to get a good shot at Jeremy as the three ran by.

Fifty feet or so down the hall, the three paused to look back. As they did, Diana stepped out of an alcove behind Jeremy, grabbed his collar and crammed a handful of unpopped popcorn down his back. A roar of laughter and applause went up as the Queen jogged back to high five with Arlene.

Jeremy, Connie and Denise stood in the sitting room of the honeymoon suite, their faces red from embarrassment as well as laughter. Jeremy's jacket, shirt, tie, cummerbund and tee shirt lay over the back of the couch. Unpopped popcorn was scattered about the floor, having been released when the women removed Jeremy's upper clothing.