Page 33 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

I grin and kiss him again. “I love you, Nick.”

We make it back to the shower, washing each other slowly. Nick massages my shoulders and back, then lets me wash him thoroughly, never rushing. He cracks a few jokes and I love the sparkle in his eyes, the adventurous little glint that tells me he’s not going to keep any walls up between us.

“I like your parents,” I admit as we bundle up in the plush robes. “Your mom especially.”

He chuckles. “You know that song Stacy’s mom?”

I nod.

“That was her when I was growing up. My friends always wanted to hang around the house and catch glimpses of her. But only when Dad wasn’t home. They were terrified of him, even though he’s really a giant teddy bear.”

“So that’s where you get it from. Your mom’s good looks and your dad’s loving sweetness?” I ask, tugging him towards me. “I’ll have to thank them for being such good examples for you.”

Nick beams and rewards me with a soul-stealing kiss.

“I don’t think I told you why I started painting as a kid.”

I shake my head as he leads me back to the main room. He takes a deep breath and tells me all about how much he loved video games and how he loved their artwork and Disney movies and wanted to be a painter because he liked the idea of creating his own world. Then he tells me about all his terrible drawings, ones he wanted to tear up because they didn’t look right to him, but his mom would come in and tape them back together, then hang them up.

It makes me all teary. I squeeze him. “No ripping up any canvases. I want to hang them all up.”

Nick kisses the top of my head. “I promise. You can keep them all and do whatever you want with them.”

“I’m going to have a wall of just canvases. Whatever ones I don’t send your mother.” I swear to him, beaming from ear to ear.

He chuckles and gets me at least partially dressed so the five of us can eat dessert - that Gunner has insisted on - together. Gunner asks what I think about his family and I take a slow breath. “They’re a lot of fun. A lot to handle.”

“I’m the calm one of the bunch.” He says with pride. The military really put me in my place and taught me to keep my mouth shut.”

“Sure it did.” I giggle.

Holden teases him about his parents, saying they’re way too supportive to be real and asking if Gunner made them in a lab.

I watch my husbands as they laugh and joke with each other. They’re so at ease. There’s not a trace of worry, no fear, no jealousy, no frustration. I love them most like this. Playing and joking around like friends as they pour each other champagne, try to keep their plates away from Gunner, and just hang out.

Roman meets my eyes. “Something on your mind, Bambina?”

“I really like seeing you all so happy,” I admit. “I keep waiting for the fighting or for you guys to argue or … or something.”

“We’re usually good about that,” Nick promises. “There are still moments though.”

“You can fuck the frustration out of us.” Gunner winks at me.

Roman offers me a bite of his creme Brulé so I get up to claim it and Holden steals me for his lap. This first day of being married is setting a bar I don’t want to back away from. I love my men. I love seeing them happy, love seeing them smile, love seeing so much of them outside of work. This is absolutely the forever I want.

After we finish, we curl up on the bed for a movie and the love I feel for my men is unmatched. The way they make jokes during the movie, how even Roman wears an easy smile. Gunner laying his head on my lap and letting me play with and braid his hair, it’s an amazing feeling. Holden turns my chin and kisses me when the on-screen couple kisses and then kisses my forehead.

I am enjoying the hell out of this. I love us all being in one bed. I love everything they’ve given me just by giving me who they are. My eyes water because I’m completely overwhelmed. I wipe at my eyes and Nick sits up.

“Soph?”

“I’m okay.” I laugh. “Just in love and my body doesn’t have the space for all the feelings.”

Which means that my four husbands spend the night giving me soft kisses and touches until slowly we start falling asleep. Holden is first, but I’m definitely not last, even as I try to fight sleep.

I can’t help but give in when I feel so safe and perfect.

In the morning, Holden is up and ready before I am, but I manage to slip out of the cuddle pile, leaving Gunner wrapped around Nick. I laugh softly. I can’t imagine him sleeping alone when he treats whoever’s closest like an oversized teddy bear. He’s so innocently sweet when asleep.

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