ROMAN
After less than ten minutes in the kitchen, Grandma puts Sophia to work, teaching her to make pasta from scratch while I work on making the sauce. She glances at me and smiles. I catch the Italian on her tongue.
“I like her. She’ll be good in the kitchen with practice. A good wife.”
Sophia looks over at me with flour on her cheek, and I wink at her. She shakes her head, trying to hide her smile by pursing her lips, but it doesn’t work. It never does. Gunner finally joins us, wearing sunglasses until Grandma yells at him in Italian.
He sighs and takes them off, shoving them in his pocket. He apologizes in butchered Italian and follows her order to get started on preparing vegetables. Gunner understands more than he speaks. But as we work in the kitchen, I notice how well Sophia moves around with us.
When Grandma isn’t looking, Gunner kisses her or grabs her ass until she swats at him and reminds him to be respectful. He shakes his head at her. “I’m respecting how sexy you are.”
She rolls her eyes but blushes brightly. I put myself behind her, helping her turn the crank when I see her getting tired. She looks back at me and shakes her head. “You and Gunner are killing me. I’m trying to learn.” She complains.
“You’re doing well. Grandma has complimented you.” I soothe her, kissing her throat.
Sophia leans back against me, and I tighten my hold on the machine, any excuse to be closer to her, even in the kitchen. Grandma smacks me with a towel before I kiss her again, telling me to save the romance for after lunch.
Then she goes over to Gunner and adjusts how he’s cutting the veggies. I bump Sophia’s hip with mine. She stumbles a little and then bumps me back. Grandma says she has to go pick out the wine, and Gunner wraps himself around Sophia.
He rubs her hips. “I can’t wait to eat you up.”
“You mean the pasta?”
Gunner glances at me and smiles. “Yeah. That’s what I mean.” He winks.
“Pervert.” She grumbles with a smile taking over her sweet face.
“I’m just saying what Roman and I are thinking. Seeing you all domestic in the kitchen.” Gunner groans softly. “It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth on you.”
I tug Sophia free of Gunner and pull her against me to kiss her in front of him. He pulls her back against him. When I let her go, I see Gunner licking up her neck. Sophia shivers and puts her hands out against our chests.
“Hey. We are in a kitchen – not our kitchen – behave.” She points at us.
Gunner arches his eyebrow at me and I smirk. She blinks slow looking up at us and lets Gunner drag her against him. He devours her mouth, and she melts against him. Her soft little whimper is the only approval I need.
I rub her ass appreciatively and slide my hand around to her front, slipping my hand under her skirt. She gasps as I rub her clit through her underwear. She shivers and pants between us. Gunner groans and cups her tits, rubbing his thumbs over her pointed nipples.
“You’re the best meal in the kitchen, Sophia.” I purr in her ear.
“I hope not.” She gasps and rocks her hips against me. Gunner claims her mouth again, and I see her suck his tongue until he groans. Sophie leans back against me. “I’m working hard with Nonna.”
“Which means you deserve a reward, Bambina.”
Her thighs tighten around my hands, and Gunner goes back to her mouth while slipping his hand up her shirt. Sophia pants, moans, grips us both until her whole body trembles, and she bites Gunner’s shoulder to stay quiet.
Her face is flushed red, and she pants hard as I slowly draw my hand back. I lick across my finger, and Gunner chuckles. “So? What’s the verdict, Roman?”
“Better than my sauce. No contest.”
Sophia clutches the counter, and I see her legs twist together again. Gunner chuckles. “If I wasn’t afraid of your grandma, I wouldn’t let it stop here.”
Sophia moans then makes her way back to the pasta. I wash my hands and stir the sauce. Gunner eyes the wine and I point at him. “Drinking after cooking. You know the rules.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He nods. “Your grandma is scary. I might need some of Sophie’s protection on that front.”
“She’s only scary because you understand her.” I chuckle.
“And I don’t have years of experience like you. I’d rather face a whole army than deal with her when she’s pissed.” Gunner points at me.
I chuckle, and we go back and forth while we work until I turn to see Sophie. She looks between us with a soft smile. I nudge Gunner, and he glances back at her. “What’s that smile for, sweets?”
“I like this. I like seeing you guys happy and here and together.” She shrugs. “I’m easy like that.”
“Easy?” Gunner snorts. “Absolutely not.”
“Maybe for us.” I tease, flicking sauce at her.
She gasps her mouth parting in an O, and flings flour at us. Before I can toss something at her, Grandma comes back. She does taste checks then complains about how slow we’re moving. Sophia is blushing and rushes to move forward until Grandma calms her hands.