Page 47 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

“You’re bruised?” I ask, then blink. “Was it the teeth or the spanking?”

She pouts and edges around me to sit with Holden, as if he didn’t contribute. She snuggles against him and ducks her head under his chin. He wraps a protective arm around her.

“It hurts.” She complains.

I see Roman’s lips turn down a little. “I’ll get some ice and lotion.”

He shuts the door as he heads out and Sophie smiles softly. I arch an eyebrow. “Are you being naughty again already?”

“No, it really hurts, not that bad, but I know you need ice for your drink and I need ice for my water.” She smirks.

Holden chuckles and rubs her side. “Manipulative little thing.”

He grabs her ass and she whimpers. He softens his hold and Sophie hurries over to me, a pout on her lip. “Be nice to me, Gun.”

“Always, sweets,” I promise, and wrap my arm around her.

SOPHIE

Roman rubs lotion over my ass slowly, then gently puts ice against one of the bruises – probably one from his teeth which felt fucking amazing at the time. I hum in my throat and Nick offers me some food. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of them pampering me.

Gunner rubs the back of my neck with gentle kneading that threatens to put me to sleep.

“What’s the safe word, Sophie?” Roman asks with an edge to his voice.

“Red,” I mumble.

“Use it next time.” It sounds like a warning, but then his hand softens. “I don’t want to hurt you, Soph.”

“It just hurts right now. No pinching, poking, or patting,” I say. “It’ll be fine soon enough.”

Roman kisses my lower back and sighs. I take some food on a fork and feed it to Nick, making him smile. Holden gets the next bite. I try to offer food to Roman, but Gunner takes the bite first.

I giggle and finally get to feed Roman.

We rotate feeding each other until Roman pulls the ice off my ass and puts it in our fridge/ freezer – the mini version. I know we still have another week of honeymoon left and I’m not sure what we’re going to do with it.

So we start planning it out, everyone adding different ideas until we have at least one thing to do for each day. Not to mention plenty of sex to be had … after tomorrow. I need at least one whole day off, I think, just to recover.

Which means plenty of cuddling.

And that’s what we do all night. Plenty of cuddling kisses, and talking. The next day though, we head down to the restaurant in the hotel, and of course, because why wouldn’t we, we run into my parents.

My dad waves until he notices the hickeys across my neck. My mom hugs me tightly. “Having a good time?”

“Yes!” I agree, tucking my hair behind my ear so more of my neck is covered.

“Too much fun?” She guesses with a giggle as my face heats.

“Mom,” I hiss.

“Oh, your father can’t say anything.” She pats my head. “The things we got into when we were on our honeymoon. It was-”

Dad covers her mouth. “You don’t need to know.”

“Are you sure?” I flip the table on him since I can tell he’s about to point out the marks on me. “Mom seems really excited to share. We can compare notes.”

“No,” Dad says to her, then points at me. “Absolutely not. Have fun. I love you. Goodbye.”

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