I want to spend time with him, of course, and make up for all the years I didn’t see him, but if we’re spending time together, that means I’ll get less time with the guys, and that just sounds awful. I don’t want to give up anything. Not work, not my dad, not the guys.
We haven’t even talked about what’s going to happen when Dad comes home, how it’s going to change things. And I know it will.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“I’m so worried about you. What if this happens again?” I whisper.
“I promise to eat better, take some vitamins, maybe I’ll even join Roman on his jogs.”
I laugh, and just like that, we’re okay. My other worries are mine, and Dad can focus on healing and resting. He doesn’t need more stress on his shoulders. After another thirty minutes, he sighs and tells me to head home so he can nap.
I kiss his cheek, tell him I love him, and Nick happily takes me back to the house. I run upstairs to shower and change. I pull on silk pajama shorts and the matching top along with a cotton robe. It’s nice and thin, but I’m more comfortable than I’ve been all day.
Going to the kitchen, I decide to make dinner for everyone: a few steaks, asparagus, some rice. A tan hand steals the asparagus pan from me, and I see Roman. He pulls me close to him, ignoring that I’m doing something, and kisses me hungrily.
Melting into him feels normal. Nibbling his bottom lip, his tongue filling my mouth as we kiss, holding onto the back of his neck as I stretch on my toes, all normal. He draws back and chuckles. “I got quite the story from Gunner today.”
“Are you going to tell me you feel left out too?”
He shakes his head. “I got you all last night, remember?”
How could I possibly forget? I squirm a little. “Stop distracting. I have to finish dinner.”
“We’ll eat together, and we can have a game night or movies.”
“Game night?” Gunner asks.
He’s already holding a glass of liquor. He looks me over and grins. “I vote for strip poker.”
I roll my eyes.
“Or we could play truth or dare.”
“We’re not teenagers.” Nick sighs, stretching his arms as he walks in. “Smells delicious.”
I focus on the steaks as more ideas for games come up and Roman takes care of the sides. A kiss presses to my cheek, and I look up to see Holden. He looks at what we’re making and chooses a wine. He pulls down glasses as Roman and I finish up.
All of us in the kitchen, talking and working together. It feels like a family. Not exactly a normal one, that’s for sure, but it feels right. I belong here, with all of them. After plating the steaks, Gunner makes that clear by stealing me and putting me on his lap.
“We’re adults, Nick. I don’t want to play fucking Candy Land or Monopoly either.”
I take his glass from him and steal a mouthful before handing it back. Nick rolls his eyes. “We could do video games instead.”
“Or we can eat like civilized adults.” Holden pushes plates towards us and sets wine glasses next to them.
Roman chuckles. “Who here is civilized?”
We eat and joke around about all the things we could do, but my mind just keeps circling about the night I was shared. I’d like that again. All of them, together. Pleasing them, touching them. That would be amazing. Roman’s cock filling my throat while Nick fucks me. Holden stroking my tits as I jerk him off. Gunner giving me orders and praises while keeping me in just the right place, waiting for his turn.
“Sophie?”
I blink a few times and look over at Gunner. His lips twist into a devilish smile. “I think you have a good plan for the evening based on that look.”
I swallow and shrug. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sharing is caring, sweets.”
“What do you like better, Sophie?” Nick says after shooting Gunner a look. “Board games or video games?”
“We could play scrabble.” I shrug.
Gunner and Nick moan. “Please, god no.”
“Afraid of my running lead?” Roman laughs.
Holden points at him. “Only because you check every single word played constantly.”
I laugh as they continue debating about what game is best to play. We end up settling for poker – strip poker – and I’m led to a game room with a poker table already set. To be fair about stripping, since apparently Holden has pulled off his prosthetic before and said it counts, Gunner, pours everyone a shot.
“If you don’t strip, you drink.” He says clearly. “Sophie, you know how to play poker, right?”
“If I don’t, are you really going to complain?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Nope.” Roman chuckles.
We laugh as we play. Holden does surprisingly well and keeps aiming at Gunner to get him naked. Gunner tosses his socks at Holden, and Holden just puts them in the pot as if they’re worth something. I love how easy it is to be with them, how much fun we have as a group and separately.
I know what we have is special, considering I love being here. Nick wins the hand and looks at us losers before turning his eyes to me. “Come on, Sophie.”
I take off my robe and let it fall over the chair. Roman takes in the view, and I feel his foot brush mine under the table. Gunner shakes his head. “Okay, not fair. Sophie’s a distraction.”
“It was your choice to play the game.” Nick reminds him.
“A real poker player wouldn’t choke.” Holden winks at me.
I bite my lip as we go another round. Even with dad in the hospital, even with all the drama at work today, even knowing that things are going to be changing soon, I’d rather take advantage of each moment than let the future creep in and ruin it.
When I’m down to my underwear, I reveal a royal flush, and the guys groan. Each of them takes off a piece of clothing, and I smile as I get to look over everything I have. Four sexy men who care about me treat me like an equal. Four men looking at me with hungry eyes.
Hell yes. This is what our kind of happiness looks like.