SOPHIA
Iwake up too hot to deal. Nick is on one side of me and Gunner is wrapped around me, using me like a teddy bear. Roman and Holden are on the pull-out, and I can only tell thanks to a strategically and very questionably placed mirror.
Smiling softly, I stroke over Gunner’s neck. He stretches, then rolls away from me. Nick rubs my hips and I see that he’s awake. I roll towards him and kiss the inside of his shoulder. “Hi.”
“Hey there.” He rubs down my back. “Long night.”
“You should be asleep,” I whisper.
“So should you.”
“I was too hot.” I tug at Roman’s jacket, still around my shoulders.
Nick helps get me free and welcomes me as his little spoon. I sigh and rub his arm around me. “Thank you.”
“For what, sweetheart?”
“Getting Gunner,” I answer. “Grabbing me before I ripped Bella’s hair out. Being sane.”
He chuckles softly and kisses my throat. I roll and rub his chest. Nick strokes over my bare back, rubbing down to where the dress covers me. “What are you thinking, Soph?”
“I’m lucky to have you.” I look up at him. “I really am, Nick. If you hadn’t been here, this wouldn’t be half as fun and we may have been kicked out of the hotel and the wedding and the state.”
He kisses my forehead, then sighs. “I’ve never seen you so angry.”
“If she’d kissed you, I’d be just as pissed. And what she said. Fuck, I want to kick both her shins and steal her veil. To attack any of you, to talk like that about any of you when you’re all so giving and … and decent and good.”
Another gentle kiss to the top of my head. I sigh and rub his big arms. “We’re wearing too many clothes.”
Nick tips my chin up and kisses me softly, then deeper. I work on his buttons and relax further when I feel the sparse hair on his chest, his warm skin, familiar body. He takes off his shirt entirely and I stroke over the tattoo they all share, right on their bicep. I kiss the tattoo, then across his collar bone.
“No sex tonight, sweetheart.” He whispers.
“I know. We should get some sleep before painting in the morning.”
“You still want to do that?”
“Of course.” I nod, then stretch to kiss him again. “How often do I get you away from a computer, all to myself?”
He grins and rolls me over. I wiggle my ass against him and he pants. “Sophie, behave.”
“Going to use that stern voice on me again?” I tease.
“Not if you keep that up.” He rubs my thigh and knots his fingers in the fabric of my dress. “Painting in a few hours.”
“Okay.” I give in to my heavy eyes. “Soon.”
“Soon.” Nick agrees.
The morning comes way too early. I groan as Nick shifts behind me. I feel him hard against my ass and don’t want to lose it. I want to paint with him, but I also want him. And I want him badly.
“Shower with me?” I ask.
“You and your temptation.” But that boyish smile tells me yes.
Nick’s hands glide over me with the hot water, spreading soap over my body. I arch into his touch like a cat being petted. Hell, I’d purr if I could. Even the most innocent of touches feels naughty, intimate, amazing.
I rub soap over his chest and down to his navel. Nick groans and pulls me against him, his slippery fingers on my ass. He devours my mouth, claiming me like only my men can. I wrap around him, needing to feel as much of him against me as possible. His cock hardens against my belly, a fucking tease because it would feel so much better between my legs.