When I look at myself in the mirror, I realize how alive I look. Glowing, vibrant, unable to stop the smile that seems to be natural on my face now. Is this what it’s like to be married and in love? Is it ever going to get old?
Is it even possible for me to not be half insane with lust over my husbands and absolutely over the moon in love with them the rest of the time? I laugh once and try to turn off my smile, to calm myself to whatever kind of state I was in before them.
It shouldn’t be hard. I’ve had them in my life for a year max, but I can’t remember who I was before meeting them. I know I was ambitious and determined and I had some really good times, but it’s all shadowy and far away now.
I open the door and sit on Gunner’s lap when he opens his arms to me. Roman continues a story about when he was in Germany and trying to speak German, despite barely knowing it. Massimo got them in trouble and that’s the last fist fight he was actually in, outside of the war.
Nick thinks it over. “I think mine was with Miles. We were exhausted and neither one of us wanted the cot on the floor. It came to blows.”
“Who won?” I ask.
Nick flashes a victorious smile. They wait for me to fill one in, but I shrug. “I never had a fight with anyone. I think it’s rarer for girls. Valerie’s been in fights, but she seemed to enjoy it”
After we relax for a while, Nick says he’s going to hit the spa attached to the hotel and Roman and Holden try to figure out what we’re going to do for dinner and what the plan is for tomorrow.
Gunner and I lay in bed and I gently stroke his face. He presses his forehead to mine. “Are you having a good time?”
“Of course I am. We could do nothing at all and I’d be happy with you all.” I promise.
The gentle brush of his fingers along mine as he laces and unlaces our fingers, his leg gently parting mine so he can cuddle me closer, all of it is so sweet and tender. I trace his bottom lip with my finger and feel his lips purse against my skin.
“I love you,” I murmur. “And how excited you are to do everything possible while we’re here.”
“If it’s too much on any given day, let me know. I forget about things like sleep or eating and all that when I get pumped.”
“Both of the big activities yesterday featured food, so you’re doing well,” I promise, kissing him gently. “I only have one complaint.”
Gunner’s eyebrow furrows and he adjusts on the pillows to give me his full attention. “I’ll fix it, sweets.”
“I haven’t gotten nearly enough time with you.” I kiss his chest softly. “Only the bathtub reading and our group activities. Where are our special moments?”
“I think you mean kinky moments,” He teases.
I laugh and shake my head, rubbing my nose along his. “The ones where you tell me stories no one else knows about you, where you’re all soft and sweet like you are now. They’re some of my favorite moments.”
“Like in Italy, when we were in the ocean together?” He asks.
“Yes.” I kiss his nose. “I like you, with and without your jokes and excitement.”
He takes a slow breath and closes his eyes for a moment before pulling my hand to his chest. “You have no idea how much I love you, Sophie. I wish I would have known you were going to be in my life so much earlier. In high school, when I was the class clown, but always felt lonely … knowing you were going to love me so much … it would have made things so much better.”
I kiss him softly, then feel his heart thundering under my hand. I draw out our kiss again, not willing to let this moment or any other pass.
GUNNER
Sophie feeds me kisses, one at a time, until the inferno spreads across my skin. I roll on top of her, making her squeal into our kiss. She draws back and giggles. “Gunner!”
“Nope, all mine,” I argue.
She doesn’t complain, just tugs at my shirt until I lift my arms and she pulls it over my head to kiss across my chest and the inside of my arm. She’s gorgeous, beyond gorgeous underneath me. She gives me a pleased smile, but her hair is a mess under her head, her eye makeup softened by doing so much today and the slow blush making her face all pink. She’s too damn cute, almost innocent until she opens up that wicked mouth.
I kiss her again, digging my fingers into her hair as she drags her nails down my arms. I swear, her mouth is either the closest to heaven I’ll ever get or a sin I will take every single day for the rest of my life, but either way, I can’t give her up.
“Sophie.” I groan in her ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Her hips rub against me and she groans. “I might have one big idea.”
I chuckle and tear at her clothes. I think I actually rip her shirt, but I don’t care, I need her now. She cools my hands and undresses slowly. I undo the front clasp on her bra before she can even get her shirt all the way off. Then I kiss her neck, trying for patience as she finishes slipping her arms out of her sleeves. She lets me finish taking off her bra, then I busy myself dragging her underwear off.