SOPHIA
Nick lavishes me with affection, soft and slow, but it just electrifies me. Every slow, soft-touch, every soft kiss, every amazing brush of his body against mine sends me spinning. I groan. “Fuck me.”
“I told you, I want to take my time.”
“You have.” I pant.
He groans and pulls away. I whimper, wanting to follow, but then he rolls on a condom and crawls back over me. I wrap my legs around his hips and nod. “Now. Now. No more teasing.”
“For now.” He chuckles.
Then he’s inside me. God, he’s so thick, and even though he’s fucking me slowly, inch by inch, I can already feel pleasure welling up inside me. It’s delicious, it’s perfect, it’s everything I need.
I moan and pant, not afraid of being loud right now, not with Nick or any of the guys. I had Roman earlier, and now I get Nick. They’re so different but so good. Roman’s rough and demanding, and Nick is so giving, so careful, so … luxurious.
Groaning, I roll my body against his, and he increases the pace. His hand worms between our bodies, and then he’s rubbing my clit. I moan. “Fuck yes, Nick.”
“Tell me how good it feels, Sophie.”
“Perfect. So good. So amazing. Yes.”
My words continue, but they make less and less sense. I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. Until all I can see is Nick, his salt and pepper hair, his gorgeous face, his hot, dark eyes, his everything.
Our eyes meet, and I explode, just like that. I come hard, dragging my nails down his back as my pussy squeezes him tightly. Nick fucks me harder, faster, more demanding, and I groan as he draws out the orgasm. One orgasm becomes two, and then he comes, my name on his lips as he pants and his body tightens against mine.
I lay there with him on top of me as our breathing evens out. I moan when he pulls out, and after a second, he comes back, dragging me up the bed and laying with me. Nick pets my hair back and kisses me softly.
“Thank you, baby.”
“I think I should be thanking you for that.” I giggle.
He kisses me again. “Get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
I nod. I get through a shower since Roman made sure to give me the room with a shower – something I’m sure wasn’t a coincidence. After I get done, I lay in bed completely naked. I sigh and hug a pillow as I give in to sleep.
I wake up with the sun in my eyes and brush my teeth. Before I can finish getting ready, I hear my door close and look out of the bathroom to see Holden. He’s fully dressed, but his eyes stroke over me, and I have a feeling that’s about to be tested.
Not that I’m sore or complaining from his attention, but I don’t want to miss out on Italy … or them. God, there’s too much to do in a day and a half. And the wedding’s tonight. But Holden only kisses the back of my shoulder, then drops to his knees, drags my underwear down, and devours me. I pant and moan, rocking my body back against his mouth.
My legs nearly give out when I come for his tongue, and he catches me, protecting me from the artful tile. I laugh softly. “That’s a hell of a morning.”
“A good morning for a good day.” He murmurs.
I rub his side. “You okay?”
“A little overwhelmed, but it’s manageable. I think I’ll survive.” He reassures me, kissing me softly.
I lean against his chest. “I can keep you safe. I’m good at directing conversation, and I’m happy to help where I can.”
“I don’t speak Italian, and I think that’s going to help a lot.”
We laugh, then I shoo him away. The day is filled with activity which gives us time to explore a little before we have to start getting ready. Gunner offers to help me get ready, which gives him time to stuff his cock down my throat while he fingers me. We come together, and Gunner gives me some wine as he gets dressed.
“You’re going to look lovely.” He says once we switch places and he finishes the glass.
I pull on my underwear and wiggle at him, making him chuckle. “And you ignored that bit of information I gave.”
“I happen to like my thongs.”
“You’re not the only one.” His eyes sweep over me. Gunner bites his thumb. “Sexy as fuck.”
“Thanks.”
I can’t manage a bra with these thin straps, though. So I pull the dress on and check myself in the mirror. It molds to my body like it’s painted on. It’s completely backless, and there’s a cut up between my legs to mid-thigh.
Gunner watches me put on my jewelry, then do my makeup. He stands and runs his fingers through my hair. “Everything okay?”
“A lot changing in a short amount of time.” I shrug. “I feel like I’ve known you guys forever, and I love spending time with you.”
“But?” He asks.
I chew my bottom lip. “I feel like I’ve barely seen my dad at all.”
“Welcome to our life. We’ve seen him more since you’ve been around. He works odd, unpredictable schedules, but he’s making an effort to be with you. He’s trying to be a good dad.”
“I know,” I say with a shrug. “I just … I don’t know. I thought I’d get more time with him.”
“Our life isn’t easy. Unfortunately, it’s not like the movies. We don’t get to play golf whenever we want or entertain mistresses all day, every day. We have to work for the company to keep it running and profitable.”
“I know that too,” I say. “I’m sure I’m worrying for no reason.”
Gunner rubs my shoulder, kisses my cheek, then heads out.
I finish getting ready, but there’s a lump in my throat. What could I possibly have to worry about? I’m in Italy, with four gorgeous men keeping me company in every way possible. I should be on cloud nine. I should be enjoying every second of this weekend.
What don’t I have?
I have a fantastic job. I’m independent in New York. I’m reconnecting with my dad. I’m not wanting for sex, for companionship, or for adventure.
So why the hell is there a stone where my stomach should be? I feel almost nauseous, and I check my phone. Nothing from dad. I try calling, but I get his voicemail. I play with the necklace he gave me, the one with a little diamond pendant, as I wait to leave a message.
“Uh. Hey, Dad. I’m sure you’re working or asleep. I’m not sure of the time difference, but we’re here, we’re safe, and I’m taking plenty of pictures for you.” I say. The silence drags, and I swallow. “I love you, Daddy.”
I hang up, and Roman opens the door. He sweeps into the room, pulls me off my feet, and carries me out as I squeal. Holden closes the door, and Roman sets me down. “Now, it’s rude not to drink, and if you’re confused, I’ll translate. Let’s go have some fun.”
“What kind of fun?” Gunner winks at me.
We walk to the wedding together, then I’m sat between the four of them. Holden glances around occasionally, and his hand tightens until I take it. I promised to help him, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
And his hand in mine helps me forget about my own worries.
But as soon as Massimo walks up and takes his space, wearing a black on white tux with a red rose in the pocket, he looks classically handsome, not at all an athlete, more like an old aristocrat. But his huge smile gives him away. He can’t control it.
The wedding march starts, and Danny walks down the aisle as we all turn to face her. She wears a dress that molds to her body, but the sleeves are too big, purposefully so, and slide down her arms. Her short hair is styled perfectly, and her makeup is light. She looks healthy, warm, and her smile is huge.
The man giving her away is almost crying, his eyes are rimmed in red, and his lip is quivering. She kisses his cheek when he leaves her at the altar, and my heart thuds in my chest. I’ll be able to do this with my dad someday. Hopefully, sooner rather than later, maybe I can convince him that the two of us need a vacation, or at least a weekend alone together to really bond.
Massimo and Danny exchange beautiful vows. I see Nick tear up and pat his thigh. Even Holden seems relaxed as the two kiss. Everyone cheers, and then we’re swept over to the reception. Roman takes my hand and introduces me to an old woman.
He speaks to her in Italian, then presents me. I swallow and say the one sentence that’s been in my head since I learned it. “Ciao il mio nome è Sophia.”
The woman lights up and pats my cheek before speaking to Roman quickly. He laughs and watches as she hobbles away. “My grandmother. She asked when we’re getting married. It’s easier to let her think that it’ll happen, and you’re a good woman for her to meet.”
I put my hand to my heart. “That’s so sweet, Roman.”
“I have that ability, Bambina.” He winks, and a half-smile takes over his lips.
I giggle. We sit together, talking about everything but work until the music plays and the couple comes in. We eat, we drink, we laugh, and then comes the first dance and then the father-daughter dance.
Danny holds her belly with one hand as she and her father dance. There’s so much emotion on her face, so much joy. I’m almost jealous, but I’m more excited watching them. They’re obviously close, and the small laughs, the smiles, all of it make me eager to share it with my dad one day.
I look around the guys and feel a new hope. If I can handle all these guys, maybe it’s possible for all of us to be together without a stitch of a problem.
I take another drink and lose myself in the moment. All of the guys, other than Holden, dance with me. When Holden takes my hand, my phone rings. I look at it and smile.
It’s Dad.
I can’t answer now, but it confirms that at least one fairytale can come true. I might not have the whole world at my feet, but I have everything I need. I have a comfortable home. I have a father who cares, who is willing to put off work long enough to call me and reply to the message I left. And I have these four gorgeous men taking care of my every need.
Holden kisses my cheek. “My bed tonight?”
I giggle. “Is that all you’re thinking about?”
“What can I say? A one-track mind is clearer.”
I giggle and nod. “As soon as it’s acceptable for us to leave.”
“How open is that invitation?” Gunner asks.
I bite my lip, and I’m sure that by the time we leave, it will be all of us, making more than innocent memories. Which will be the perfect end to a perfect trip. I text my dad back, promising to call him tomorrow.
Right now, I need to live in the moment.