“Old.” He sighs, switching back to English for me. “Shouldn’t have had so much to drink.”
“Mm.” Gunner hums as he tightens his hold on me.
Roman manages to get out of bed, but I know if I move, both Gunner and Holden will be up. Roman kisses my temple. “Let them sleep a little more. I’ll find Nick and make sure he’s not asleep in the bathroom.”
“Thank you, amore.”
He nods and grabs a robe as he walks out of my room. Of course, we’re all naked. I remember last night in bits and pieces. I remember being chased up the stairs. The sound of my fishnets ripping. The dress being torn by multiple hands. Losing myself in pleasure, in moans, warmth.
It’s a haze of lust and love. I wouldn’t have it any other way if all four of my men are involved. Nonstop pleasure, overwhelming ecstasy. I stroke through Gunner’s hair and along the back of Holden’s shaved head.
I’m sure they’re both going to feel terrible. But this reminds me of our honeymoon. All the crazy ways I’d wake up sandwiched between them. “I love you both.”
“Sleep,” Gunner says in a hoarse voice.
Holden’s just out, sleeping so hard and heavy. He must need it. Roman comes back after a bit and nods to me. He lowers his voice. “Nick’s cooking ... while wearing sunglasses.”
I laugh softly. “And I’m missing it?”
“Food,” Gunner groans, more like a zombie than the king he was last night.
Once he rolls, I manage to ease out of Holden’s grip with Roman’s help. Roman gives me his robe, showing he has pants on now. I hug him and press my lips to his shoulder. “I love you.”
Roman gives me a warm smile before we get through a shower. I wander out to check on Nick and he gives me a groan when I kiss his back. “Never. Drinking. Again.”
“I give it until the Christmas party,” I tease him.
He shakes his head and keeps stirring the mix of eggs, ham, and cheese. I see him munching on bacon too. I rub Nick’s sides. “Do you want to sit and let me take over?”
“No. You do too much as it is,” He says.
“You and Holden were lots of fun last night,” I remind him as if that helps.
He kisses the top of my head.
We have a lazy afternoon. Nick’s food and plenty of water seems to help the guys, but I can tell Holden is sore. He takes off his prosthetic and rubs his leg. I take the opportunity to massage him. My men like touching me and seem to think I don’t like touching them just as much.
Holden moans as I massage his legs. He rubs his abdomen. “I should know better than to dance.”
“You got creative with the positions last night too.” Gunner points at him. “Like you were determined to put us to shame.”
Holden chuckles. I grin. He did spend a lot of time on his feet, his knees, always up. He didn’t let me ride him at all. We spend those next few hours just recovering from the party. My phone rings and I hear two frustrated groans answer.
Gunner was mostly sober, he’s just exhausted, but Roman looks like he didn’t have a single thing to drink. Must be one of his superpowers. I answer my phone.
“Mommy!” Cora and Link yell.
I smile. “Hi! Are you ready to come home?”
“Yes!” Cora shouts.
“Mommy, I miss you.” Link’s pout is clear in his voice.
“Okay, honey. Tell grandma and grandpa to bring you home.”
“Will do,” My dad says.
We end the call and I look at all four of my husbands as a smile turns up my lips. I love them, even when they look exhausted, worn, and done with the world. I give each of them a kiss. Holden barely responds.