Holden nods in agreement.
After a quick break for all of us, we get in the pool. We splash around, throw a ball, and take turns holding and rubbing against Sophie. I kiss the back of her neck and hold her in my lap, rubbing her belly.
“Are you happy?” I murmur.
She turns to face me, and our lips mold together. She kisses me softly and smiles. “I would have given up girl’s night for this.”
“A five-star review?”
“Yes.” She laughs.
By the time we wrap up swimming, I know we’re all hard and ready to go again. The only question is Sophie. And she answers that question by walking into the penthouse completely naked, dripping wet, watching us over her shoulder with bedroom eyes.
None of us are immune to that look, and we prove it, sharing her again before we lounge around the living room in towels and naked and in various states of being dry. Sophie falls asleep on Gunner’s arm, hickeys and bite marks across her body.
When she shivers, I put a towel over her. Leaning back, I sigh. “She’s perfect for us.”
“More than perfect.” Gunner agrees, looking her over. “How the hell did we get this lucky?”
“We have to hope that luck holds out.” Roman murmurs, opening a bottle of water. “Bella isn’t going to like this at her wedding.”
“How do you know?” Holden asks. “She’s a one-man kind of woman now.”
“She agreed to have her exes at the wedding but didn’t agree to have her exes and their new girl.” Gunner sighs. “She was jealous.”
I don’t like remembering that. She’d be upset if Gunner had a girl on his arm on a night she was busy. She’d be twice as upset when I modeled with women. She wanted to be our one and only, even though she would play favorites.
“We’ll deal with it if it comes up. She chose Matthew.”
“Choosing someone and seeing us with Sophie is different.” Gunner disagrees. “Miles with his ex-wife too? She’s going to lose her mind.”
“She’ll be too busy with the whole walking down the aisle thing, right? And it’s not like anyone not involved is going to know.” I shrug.
“We’ll talk to Matthew either way.” Roman decides. “He’s coming over tomorrow to go over some things for the bachelor party. We’ll just casually let him know we’re sharing a plus one.”
“Casually.” Holden snorts.
Gunner brushes his fingers over Sophie’s cheek. “I keep waiting for something to break her. Something that will make her walk.”
“She did Italy with us. She moved in with us. A wedding isn’t going to ruin us.” I assure him.
But I wonder what she’d look like in white, walking up the aisle a smile under her veil. I wonder what it would be like to claim her in front of friends and family. I wonder … and a few good things start with that statement.