Is it possible to love them all? To want them all to myself for the rest of my life? Nick draws my chin up to kiss me slowly, softly. God, I’m going to fall out of reality and into straight bliss with the four of them.
“I should go before your mom gets home.” He murmurs.
“Can’t get caught yet,” I murmur.
“Not when I have more planned.” He winks.
I giggle and watch him go, not bothering to cover up. At this point, there’s not a single inch of me these guys haven’t seen, touched, or licked. I don’t bother to get dressed after a quick shower. I just dry off and flop back into bed.
I have very loud nightmares that I can’t place. Just shouting, the feeling of loss, neglect, searching through the dark for something. I wake up in a tangle of blankets, sweating and panting. Looking around, I’m in my room, nothing out of place, alone.
Stumbling up, I see that it’s not even five a.m. But there’s no way I’m giving that nightmare an opportunity for round two. I get ready for the day, then head downstairs and start on breakfast. Pancakes seem like a decent way to start the day. I put blueberries in some and chocolate chips in others, not sure what the guys or Mom will want.
It’s strange I haven’t seen Mom in a bit, but hopefully, that means she’s with Dad, which will improve both of their moods. Although I don’t want to think about what they can and can’t get away with in a hospital room.
I hum to myself as I work on making bacon, then two arms wrap around me. I don’t have to guess when I can smell Roman’s cologne. “Buongiorno bellissimo.”
There’s a pause, then I’m spun around, and Roman kisses me hard and deep, his tongue claiming my mouth until I giggle and pat against his chest. He beams at me. “Bambina, you can’t just use Italian on me without warning.”
“Or what?”
“You have to deal with the consequences.” He kisses me again, his thick arm tight around my waist.
I moan into his kiss and drop the spatula to rub over his broad shoulder, feeling the muscle harden under my touch. When he releases me, I feel my whole body sigh with pleasure. “I’m trying to learn more in case we ever go back. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Impossible.” He whispers.
“Do you want blueberry or chocolate chip?” I motion to the pancakes.
He looks me over again, and I poke his chest. “I’m not on the menu this morning.”
“How about tonight?”
“Maybe.” I turn in his arms and rub my ass against the bulge in his pants.
He groans and kisses across my neck. “Don’t tease me so early.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have my normal amount of control.” He squeezes my ass to prove it, then smacks me lightly.
I nip his neck, and he groans. “You’re pushing your luck, Sophia.”
He kisses my temple, then piles his plate. He offers me juice as I keep cooking. I want to make sure there’s enough for everyone, including Holden. A door opens, then I hear Gunner. “Sweets!”
Turning, I brace myself just in time to be picked up. He swats my ass before setting me on the counter and kissing me deeply. I draw back, then kiss him softly and say, “Good morning,” against his lips; he jerks my hips tighter towards him. He sniffs the air and groans before kissing me again, then releases me.
“You spoil us.”
“This doesn’t mean I’m going to be a stay-at-home wife type,” I point at him with the spatula.
“Of course not.” But he looks me over as if he can’t imagine anything better. “Why would you want to cook and clean all day in short tight things saving all your energy for when we get home or letting us take you on long luxurious vacations.”
I hop down from the counter. “I could cook and clean naked, and then you’d pout because you were at work and didn’t get to see.”
“You’ve got me there.” He admits.
“Choose your pancakes. And grab some bacon.”