Page 22 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

“Good morning, Husband.” I giggle, then kiss him again and again.

He snuggles me close and I notice he at least took his pants off last night. I love seeing the sleeve I got him over his prosthetic. He rubs down my back and takes a drink from his coffee. I set mine on the table and rub his side before kissing his chest.

“Are you happy to be married?” I ask softly.

“Happy doesn’t come close to covering how I feel.” He assures me with a wide smile.

“Giving up all those sexy single ladies who would happily take a snap at you.” I nip him just as a tease and he fists my hair, drawing my mouth back to his. I moan as our tongues stroke and tease each others.

“I didn’t give up a damn thing.” He promises me, his eyes so dark and demanding that I just want to lose myself in him.

God, I love him. I love all my men. I still can’t wrap my head around yesterday, wrap my head around every single landmark experience. The dances, the fun, the teasing, the vows. The pictures that I can’t wait to look through.

“I’m glad we spent so much time finding the right photography team,” I murmur.

“I don’t think they missed a thing,” Holden agrees. “We’re going to have more pictures than we know what to do with.”

Holden pulls out his phone and puts on a romantic French playlist that sets the mood for the morning. We drink coffee all curled up together and watch the sunrise over the horizon. God, it’s beautiful.

I squeeze him and meet his eyes. “First morning as a married man. Anything on your to-do list?”

“Just one thing.” He kisses me hungry and deep, leaving no question as to what that “one thing” is. I hum in my throat and kiss him back, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck as we draw one kiss into another and another, on and on until I think I’m going to come just from making out with him.

“There you are,” Gunner says, making Holden and I part.

I smile and lean back, taking the kiss he gives me as he supports my head. “When did you two get up and …” He looks over my dress. “What have you been doing?”

“Exactly this,” Holden assures him. “I remember the agreement.”

I figured that was why none of my guys tried to steal me away at the wedding and why Holden hadn’t jumped right into making me come. Gunner sits in the free chair and I shift so my feet are in his lap.

He rubs my calves and along my knee. Something tugs at his lips and I nudge him. “What?”

“Top secret, sweets. I can’t share.”

I pout. “Meanie. We’re married now. That means I get to know what you know.”

“Have you talked to Valerie this morning?” He asks, completely unrelated.

I stare at him like he grew a second head. “No. I’m here with you guys.”

He shrugs and steals what’s left of my coffee. He groans. “Jesus, Sophie. Is there any coffee in this at all?”

“I like sugar and milk,” I grumble.

Holden rubs my back and kisses the top of my head. Gunner pats my calf. “Not coffee.”

“It is too!”

We bicker about the meaning of ‘coffee’ until Nick comes out, stretching his arms and sighing as he looks over the day. “Beautiful.” His eyes flick to me and he points. “Better.”

I giggle and shake my head, but get up to give him a good morning kiss. He gives me a little squeeze that I feel all the way inside my heart. I give him a huge smile when he releases me. “Husband.”

“Wife.” He grabs a handful of my ass. “We have some unfinished business with this whole wedding thing.”

“What?” My mind comes to a dead stop. “What did we forget?”

“Come inside and I’ll show you.”

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