She nods. “Sneaking around is so hot.”
I groan and fuck her harder, deeper. If this is the only stolen moment we get tonight, I’m making the most of it. She buries her face in my throat, the sweet peach and floral scent of her hair washing over me as she bites me.
Her pussy tightens around me and she rolls her hips against mine as she comes. I can’t stop it. I can’t hold out for even one more second. I finish deep inside her, grunting and gritting my teeth.
My legs shake and I pant as the heat of the closet weighs around us. Sophie sighs. “Oh, Holden. I love you so much.”
“Because I fuck you in closets?”
“Because it never feels like a quicky. Because you’re wonderful. Because you’re you.” She lists, slowly dropping to the floor as I slide out of her.
I pick up her underwear and stuff them in my pants pocket. “You don’t need these.”
She shakes her head and does up my pants, sliding the belt back in place. I catch her before she can open the door and pull her back to my chest, kissing her temple. “I love you, Sophia.”
She grins, reaches for the door and it opens, revealing Roman. He grins and invites himself in. “Looks like I missed some fun.”
I chuckle and Sophie laughs. “Is it that obvious?”
“Someone whispered in my ear that some asshole groomsman was stealing my girlfriend. Imagine my surprise.”
I blink a few times and he grins. “I mean, I wasn’t even invited.”
“Well clearly, we have to fight now.” Sophie rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around my neck. “Because this is love, Roman. I can’t fight it.”
He jerks her against him. “I’m not asking you to.”
I pat his shoulder and he leans over to me. “Diana would like a dance with you. She requested you specifically.”
“Of course she did.” I roll my eyes.
“And you.” Roman turns on Sophie. “You’re not even close to done.”
“Roman, we can’t be that brand of kinky in a closet.”
“Watch me.”
I shut the door and shake my head. I smooth out my shirt and tie, then go find Diana. She shakes her head at me. “At least someone’s getting lucky at this wedding.”
I lead her to the dance floor and get her laughing in no time with my two left feet. She teaches me the step to a dance that literally says what to do in the song, but I swear I can’t keep up. Gunner jumps in next to me and helps guide me.
Diana looks between us as we go to the bar. “I don’t know how you guys make it work.”
Gunner shrugs. “It’s easy more often than not.”
“I just mean … the long term. Like the question I asked. Sophie’s always wanted a wedding, babies, to be the soccer mom, the proud mom of an honor roll student.”
“We have plenty of time for that,” I assure her.
She looks between us over her glass. “But how do you decide who gets what? I mean … who gets to marry her and go by husband? Who’s going to be a dad? That’s a lot of choices and no offense, you guys aren’t getting any younger.”
“I don’t want kids.” I shrug. “I’ll be the fun uncle.”
“Hey. Fun uncle is absolutely taken.” Gunner argues. “You can be the smart one that helps with homework and manners and shit.”
I roll my eyes, but honestly, it doesn’t sound half bad. Being an uncle to a little one. Getting Sophie forever. Getting to live life with my best friends in the same house … isn’t that the dream?
Diana looks between us and shrugs. “Good luck.”