“Then, I’ll bring you home, and we’ll have a nightcap.” He nips my ear. “Maybe I’ll convince you to check out my new bedroom.” Another bite. “And we’ll see what happens from there.”
A shiver works down my spine, and I gasp as his fingers trail up my inner thigh. I bite my lip as Roman leans towards me. We haven’t been able to be naughty at all since Dad got back. The guys have been busy, but I swear, I’ve been able to feel Dad watching us.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he has cameras in most of the rooms. It’s been driving me crazy. I shift closer to Roman, and his hand tightens on my thigh. He licks across his bottom lip as he watches me, and I feel my temperature shoot through the roof.
“Leave the whiskey, Gunner!” Roman shouts. “Let’s go.”
I force myself to get up before I lose myself in Roman’s gaze. My mom looks at me and leans her head to the side. “You’re really going? Dad said you’d stay with us.”
“I’ll visit a lot,” I promise. “You’ll get sick of me. Trust me.”
She hugs me and whispers in my ear. “Thank you.”
I nod, and then I’m swept up with Gunner, pulling him and two bottles of rum out of the house. He’s frustrated as hell, puts the bottles in my back seat, then points at Dad. “Stop picking fights you don’t need!”
“Try being fucking sober!”
I roll my eyes, then push Gunner to the passenger side of the car. He looks at me, then my dad. I arch an eyebrow at him. “We could already be home, and I could be trying out that naked cooking thing.”
“Don’t tease me with you naked.”
“Is there a reason you picked a fight over bottles of whiskey that can be replaced?” I put my hands on my hips.
“I don’t like change.” He says in a way that convinces me he just came up with that idea.
“Get in the car.”
“I’m driving.”
“Like hell.”
“Sophie.”
“Don’t even try it. Get your ass in the car.” He pouts but opens the door and gets in.
I get in the driver’s side and shake my head. “I don’t know what got you riled. Spill.”
“It’s not important, Soph.”
“It is to me. Just like you’re important to me, dummy. Now either tell me what got you so bothered you started a fight, or we’re going to sit here in silence until you’re sober.”
Gunner sits there for a while; then, he shakes his head slowly. “Your father has an awesome talent for pissing people off.”
“Meaning?”
“He said that this was going to end the same way it ended with Bella. One of us gets you, and the rest have to go back to the drawing board.” I can practically hear his teeth grinding. “Apparently, all bets are on Roman.” He grumbles.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You know that’s not true.”
“Do I?” He turns to look at me. “I like what we have, all of us. I can’t imagine you being with only one of us. I can’t imagine not having breakfast together, enjoying each other in the kitchen or living room.”
“I love you.” I take his hands. “I love you. I love Roman. I love Holden. I love Nick. I love you all.”
Gunner watches me a second longer and nods, but I know this isn’t resolved. Not yet. I hold his hand all the way to the new place, and when we get out, I pull him towards me by his jacket and kiss him.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I shake him a little. “I like what we have. I don’t want it to change.”
“You think that now, but-” He swallows and shrugs.
“But nothing. I love you all. In different ways, for different reasons.” I promise. “Now, let’s go home, have dinner together, and enjoy the new place.”
Gunner nods once after taking a slow, shaky breath. “Together.”
“All of us.”