Oh, she’s definitely trouble. She drags her sleeves down and takes another step back. I lick my bottom lip as her gown snakes to the floor in a pile around her feet.
She steps back and drops her arm from around her chest, showing no bra. Just Sophie, in a thong that I know is damp, teasing us. She runs her fingers between her breasts, then snaps her thong, drawing it down just enough that I get hopeful.
I curl my fingers into my fist, forcing myself to resist the vixen that I’d love to bend over my knee. But she walks to me and kisses my resistant mouth. “Good night, Gunner.”
Then to Nick, bracing herself on his shoulder as she kisses him softly. “Good night, Nick.”
She skips over Roman, sticking her ass out just to tempt him and I swear, he has to cross his arms because he is fucking tempted. I know I am. She presses her lips to Holden’s mouth and he grabs her, jerking her against him and kissing her until she caves a fraction and fists his shirt.
When she draws back, she stands in front of Roman, turning side to side while blushing fiercely. He arches an eyebrow. “Bambina?”
“Are you mad I’ve turned the table?”
“I haven’t decided. But you’re definitely getting a spanking.” He growls.
She shivers and stands on her toes, trying to kiss him, but she only manages to press her lips to his neck. “Buona notte, tesoro.”
He groans and kisses her, fisting her hair in his hand. I shake my head with a smirk. He can’t handle her speaking to him in Italian. If I had any doubt about proposing, about jumping into marriage, it’s gone now.
Sophie knows just what she’s getting into. She draws back, even though Roman keeps her bottom lip between his teeth. She whimpers and it slips free. She wiggles her ass at us, spanks herself, then walks away.
Roman rubs his jaw and looks at us. “When is Valerie leaving?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Not soon enough.” Nick groans.
Holden swallows and heads to bed. I doubt any of us are going right to sleep after that show. I’m tempted to go into her room, throw her over my shoulder, then fuck her so hard on the balcony that the whole city hears her when she comes.
Which is a good thought for me to put to work tonight. I imagine it in perfect detail and it satisfies me as much as my own hand can. In the morning, I see I’m at least as frustrated as the other guys. Nick glares at the scrambled eggs he’s making while Roman takes his coffee black. Valerie comes out and gives us an innocent smile.
“Last night was wonderful. Thank you for inviting me.” No sass this time. Amazing. “But Gunner here said you wanted to talk to me about something maybe?”
“We’re going to ask Sophie to marry us,” Holden announces. “Any advice.”
She looks between us, rubs her arm, and shrugs. “Be sappy. She eats it up. But if she hears the same thing four times, it’ll lose its magic. So be vulnerable, make promises you can keep, and give her a reason to say yes.”
“And you’re not going to tell her to say no?” Nick asks. At least I’m not the only one that is worried about Valerie.
She rolls her eyes. “You guys make my best friend happier than I’ve ever seen her. She’s dropped a lot of her insecurities and you’re good for her. If that changes, I’ll be the first one to tell her to leave, but she loves you. I’m not standing in the way of that.”
Her eyes bounce between us and she smiles. “Plus, you’re super domestic, so I know she won’t be forced into the housewife role unless she wants to be.”
Roman offers her his hand. “We’ll neverforceSophie to do anything she doesn’t want to.”
“Just to be clear, if she says yes to bungee jumping, then chickens out and one of you push her, I will not be happy.” But she takes Roman’s hand. “But I don’t see any of you short of Nick, who wears an innocent face a little too well, to go bungee jumping anyway.”
I put my hand to my chest as if wounded, but then Sophie comes out, scratching her wild red hair and yawning. She’s fucking adorable in the morning. All soft and approachable. Innocent and sweet.
She needs to be cuddled until she’s fully awake, then punished for last night. Valerie bends over and picks up Sophie’s dress, handing it to her. Sophie looks from the dress to us and her face goes bright red.
Our innocent little thing didn’t think that through, did she. She takes a single step back, but Valerie just grabs food and dips. I’m surprised when it’s Nick that goes to claim Sophie and drag her into the kitchen.
“So last night …”
“You were a tease?” I fill in. “And now you want us to do something about it?”
She blushes and plays with the bottom of her giant t-shirt. “I’m not sorry.”