SOPHIA
Nick leaves after some cuddling, and I snuggle into my sheets. I’ve almost forgotten about last night. Today has been so good, been so much like a dream that I’m almost afraid to sleep. Cooking with Roman and Gunner in the kitchen felt so easy, so natural, even with Roman’s grandma ordering us around.
Being at the beach with all of them as we played and talked and just spent time together, having dinner, and time with Nick. I shake my head. They’re beyond anything I could have imagined when I met them. But I’m nervous about going home. Sure we have more time, but things will be different when we get back.
We’ll all be workaholics again, my dad will be around, and even with the stolen moments I get with the guys, how are we possibly going to keep this heat, this dedication to each other when we’re back in New York and have to watch for prying eyes.
I can only imagine what Sasha would say if she saw Gunner grab my ass, Holden take my hand, Nick kiss my cheek, or Roman wrap himself around me. I can already hear her calling me a slut and spreading rumors that my job is a cover so they can fuck me at work.
But she still thinks I’m my dad’s girlfriend which is a level of wrong I can’t begin to approach. And then I’ll be back monitoring Neal. My own circle of hell. But it’s worth it.
The work and going back. I’ll get to be with my dad, show him what I’m capable of, make him proud. I’ll earn it by working hard, and the guys will see me as more than just a fun time. Although, I’ve been starting to get different feelings from them.
Like Gunner’s confession at the beach, his love of books, what he really wants, more than sex and booze. Holden’s been opening up more, trying new things. Nick even painted! I’m happy to see them happy, and even if it’s my own romantic heart running away with me, I don’t really want to stop it.
I toss all night, rolling around in bed until I finally find some sleep. I wake up to a pounding on my door and groan as I rub over my face. For half a second, I don’t know where I am. The walls aren’t familiar; the bed isn’t mine.
“Come on, Soph. You’re going to miss breakfast, and that’s coming from me.” Gunner calls.
I start brushing my teeth and answer the door, motioning him to come in. He joins me in my room and looks me over. I only have a robe on, but it’s more than what I did when I woke up. I return to the bathroom and hear Gunner say something.
When I pop my head out, I see he has Holden with him. Holden actually looks well-rested. I smile as I set my toothbrush down. “I’ll be down soon.”
“Or not.” Gunner looks me over, then tugs on the sash around my robe. “What do you think, Holden?”
He looks me over with that hot and hungry gaze and adjusts himself as my robe falls over my shoulders. Holden swallows. “You’re a good view to wake up to.”
“But, we’re going to be late,” I whisper, looking between them.
Gunner arches a brow. “After last night, no one is expecting me to be up before noon.”
Holden cups my face, studying my eyes. “Nightmares?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I correct softly, but I can’t stop myself from leaning into his hand or from pushing closer against him when I feel how hard he is.
Gunner takes my hand, unwilling to be left out, and puts it on his own bulge. I lick across my bottom lip. Holden kisses me softly, then harder, his tongue slipping between my lips to stroke deeper.
I fist his shirt to avoid stumbling and groan as he rubs over my side, so soft, so gentle despite the callouses on his fingers. I gasp when Gunner guides my hand to his cock, now free from his jeans.
He feels good, thick, hard. My mouth already waters for him. Holden pushes me down on the bed, and Gunner offers me his cock, tapping it against my lips.
“Breakfast can wait, don’t you think?” He teases.
“I’ll be hungry in a little bit.”
“And right now?” Holden asks, undoing his jeans after tossing his shirt to the side. “What do you feel now.”
“Lusty.” I breathe, knowing my face is bright red.
Gunner groans as I wrap my hand around his cock again and lift my head to take him in my mouth. He fits so perfectly, long and hard. Holden gets on the bed and strokes up the outside of my thighs. He kisses across my belly slowly as Gunner’s hand tightens in my hair.
I suck gunner harder and use my other hand to stroke over Holden’s shoulders. It’s a killer combination. Gunner, always rough and demanding, and Holden – gentle when he wants to be, but unpredictable and exciting.
I pop off of Gunner’s cock to catch my breath, and Holden steals it just as quickly by thrusting into me.
Gasping, my back arches, and my mouth opens wide as I moan. Gunner takes advantage of it and thrusts into my mouth. I welcome him to go deep as Holden thrusts into me again. My legs tighten around him, and I grip his ass with one hand, encouraging him on as I let my eyes meet Gunner’s.