I trust my fiancés completely, but the “seeing is believing” thing is very real to me. So I keep peppering them with questions until Roman rolls his eyes and shoves his tongue down my throat again.
When he releases me, Holden claims my mouth before another question can be asked. I trade-off between them, accepting the soft touches, whispered promises, the toe-curling, spinetingling kisses until there’s no thought in my head.
“I wish we could join the mile-high club,” I murmur, slumping back into Nick. “Are you sure that we can’t just -”
“On the way home.” He assures, stroking along my hip and then right along the edge of my shorts. “We’re going to feed you now, then you’re going to nap otherwise you’re going to drop from exhaustion when we land.”
I huff, but can’t argue when a five-star meal is brought out. Once I shove it all down, my eyelids start to drop. I only managed about four hours of sleep last night – not that I’m surprised that Nick knows – and with all this stress, the things to keep in mind, the people to make happy, I’m losing my mind.
At least we got the seating chart done before we left. Once we get to the reception, it will be on our guests to talk to each other and we’ll get to relax … in theory.
We get to the hotel and that’s when I find out I’m not rooming with any of my men. In fact – they have attached rooms, each with a double bed. I narrow my eyes at Nick who just smiles.
“This is bullshit.”
“Sophie.” He sweeps me into his arms. “We have the marriage suite after the wedding. It’s a huge room. One of those deep tubs you love, a shower, a massive bed, a little kitchen and living room area, and a view to die for. Be patient.”
“My patience is gone.” I hiss, then jerk him towards me and kiss him hard.
I lick into his mouth and nibble his bottom lip while grinding against him. He hardens for me and clings to me tightly. I step back toward my room and Nick follows without question, claiming me anyway he can. When he grabs my ass and rubs himself right where I want him, I wrap a leg around him, then bite his tongue and draw back, kissing along his jaw until I get to his ear.
“Now you get to be hot and bothered until after the reception,” I whisper. He groans and frustration etches into his features. I kiss his nose. “Welcome to my current level of frustration.”
Roman tries to cover his obvious smirk and Holden shakes his head. Both kiss me and promise to come get me as soon as we all get settled. When I open my door though, I see a second bed. And I see a suitcase.
I look around carefully but don’t see a single soul. I set my things on the bed, see the curtain move, then I’m jerked up and squeal against a hand that’s over my mouth. I kick just before Valerie pops out.
“Surprise, sweets.” Gunner sets me down and kisses my temple. “Miss me?”
I shove him as my heart threatens to stop dead, then give him a pathetic excuse for a glare. He pulls me close and restarts my brain with a kiss that punishes me for everything I just did to Nick.
I groan and melt against him. He gives me the same boyish, excited smile. “Also, before you give me an angry talking to, I helped plan your bachelorette party. Danny has Massimo babysitting, so it’s you two, Valerie over here, and that cousin you mentioned was in your bridal party – Bailey?”
I just gape. He swats my ass hard. “Have fun ….” Something dark passes over his eyes and he kisses me again, a claiming kiss that ruins any chance of menotbeing horny. “Not too much fun.”
“Get out of here, old-timer,” Valerie orders with a playful smile. “It’s time for the girls to play.”
GUNNER
The look on Sophie’s face when she realized it was me was almost as good as the look she gave me after I kissed her. That hooded, hungry gaze made me hard and eager. It’s a good thing Valerie was there. I know that if she hadn’t been then, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.
I would have thrown Sophie down and broken that damn rule that says no sex until the wedding night. Nick already told me that I don’t get to kiss her after tomorrow. Dick. I could kiss her every day and it would still be as intense as the first time.
All he’s doing is rearing me up for a whole make-out session with an audience. But, obediently, I go to the connecting rooms and flop back on the bed I claimed. Holden looks at me and smiles. “How was the surprise?”
“She was pissed, thenveryfrustrated,” I smirk. “Poor thing is going to spontaneously combust before we get to the alter.”
“You or her?” He teases.
“Both,” I groan. “Are we actually doing a bachelor party or are we just kicking back and getting some quality rest?”
The joining door opens and Roman and Nick come in. Nick stretches and Roman pulls a shirt over his head, clearly having just gotten through the world’s fastest shower. I sigh. “That means we’re doing something.”
“With Massimo and Matthew,” Roman agrees. “Tonight.”
“Mandatory?”
“You’re the one who took the fastest option out of NY. and got here four hours ago.” Nick reminds him. “You could have come in tomorrow morning like we told Sophie.”