My mom rolls her eyes and tries to pull me up, but I’m next to no help, just lying there with my hand up. I hear a heavy sigh, then I’m in the air. I wrap my arms around Roman. “You’re so strong.”
“You’re very drunk, Bambina.”
“It’s just fun.” I hum, kissing his neck. “Are you sure you don’t want to carry me to the fun room?”
“Soph.”
“Please. I’m so empty.”
My mom walks away while laughing. Roman stands me up and I cling to him, my body stuck on his like it should be. “I miss you.”
“I know.” He assures me, kissing me softly. “Soon.”
“I don’t want to wait.” I complain. “I want you and Nick and Holden and Gunner all over me. It’s my favorite.”
He puts my veil headband back in place and lifts my chin. “Be a good girl for me, Bambina.”
I bounce. “I like being good for you.”
“I know you do.” His lips ghost across mine. “So be good and let me take you to bed. Do you remember your room number?”
“Nope.” I shrug. “To yours, I go.”
He chuckles and kisses me hungrily. I moan and try to climb him, eager to touch him, to lick across his sexy abs, to have his big, strong hands all over me. And he smells so good. Tobacco, bourbon, and something that’s unique to Roman. Something that makes my stomach do summersaults until I feel sick.
He picks me up, giving me kisses whenever I ask. He sets me down and I see my other guys. I beam. “Yay.”
“Sweets!” Gunner picks me up, and spins me until my stomach heaves. “Oh no, are you drunk?”
I pout. “And Roman won’t fuck me.”
“Poor thing.” Gunner kisses me. “How are you supposed to survive while drunkandhorny?”
“Fix it?” I rub myself against him, then try to find his cock with my hand.
He sets me down and holds my hands behind my back, showing me off to Nick and Holden. “Look what Roman brought us.”
I giggle. “Hi.”
Nick and Holden both kiss me, but Holden looks sad. I struggle against Gunner until he lets me go. I stumble into Holden and he catches me easily. I rub over his hard arms and shiver. “So sexy.”
“Sophie.”
“What’s wrong?” My eyes flick to his. When I look at my other fiancés for answers, none of them seem to meet my eyes. “What don’t I know? Am I going to be mad?”
“In the morning, baby. You need some sleep and sobering.” Holden says before kissing me again. “Even if I like the way tequila tastes on your tongue.”
“I like the sound of that. I spilled some tequila. You should lick it all up.” I tug at the neck of my dress, trying to pull it down.
Holden catches my hand and then Nick sweeps me up into his arms, firefighter style. “Nope, let’s go.”
“But!”
“The only butt I’m interested in is yours and I can’t bite it until our wedding day.” He reminds me.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m so lucky.”
“Yeah?”