Page 4 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

“I love you, Sophia. I love your dedication and the fact that you’re independent and determined. You never slow down or let up when it comes to what you want and I’m damn lucky you want me. Any night that I haven’t been able to be with you, any morning when I’vejustmissed you before work kills me. I can’t even think of a life without you.”

Oh god. My legs are shaking. He’s holding on so tightly, his lips quivering as if the idea is so devastating he doesn’t even want to say it. “This is harder than it looks, by the way.”

Gunner pats his shoulder and he manages to continue. “You make me want to be a better man every day. You remind me that there is so much more to life than working, eating, and living for the weekend. But even weeknights feel magical with you. You make everything new and exciting and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to get to have you for the rest of my life. I promise that I will be an active part of your life and I promise that I will never let work overshadow our life together. I will never miss dinner again.”

We finish with the standard ring exchange and I’m in Nick’s arms before the officiant can announce it. After I come up from one toe-curling kiss he gets it out before Nick kisses me back. One arm locked around my waist and his hand cupping the back of my head. He behaves a hell of a lot more than Gunner did, but it’s still too much to handle.

I feel like I’m going to choke on a sob when he pulls away. Nick strokes down the sides of my neck and then to my hands. He holds me so tenderly, sliding his arm around my waist, then turning and holding his hand up as I show off my flowers. Everyone cheers and I see Nick’s parents. His mother is crying, wearing a flower crown while his dad looks confused.

Nick kisses the top of my head. “Are you happy, Sophie?”

I nod. “I’ll let you know when I can catch my breath,” I say shakily.

As we walk back down the aisle, Gunner follows. Nick shoves him towards the bar and asks him to choose a drink. Gunner actually flashes finger guns, before walking away. Nick rolls his eyes and kisses me again, slowly working his tongue into my mouth until I feel like I’m going to just float away on pleasure and happiness.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” He asks.

“Enough to have my dad pass the best note I’ve ever received when I needed it the most?”

I stroke over his tux jacket. “I have this idea that we paint all the adventures we have. All the trips we go on together.”

He picks me up, making me squeal, then wraps his arms under my bottom. I’m kind of shocked he found it, actually, and my dress is all bunched around his chest so he looks like he’s ready for a photo op with no background.

I fix his hair, but his smile is so winning, so utterly and completely happy that I already have my answer before he says anything. “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

He lets me down slowly, so I slide down his body and the amount of fabric between us doesn’t matter. Lust pools low in my stomach and by the time he sets me on my bare feet, I’m rubbing against him while panting.

“Sophie.” He whispers, the slightest tilt of a warning to his voice. “Not yet.”

“I’m so impatient. You can make me come in fifteen minutes.” I press a kiss to his throat. “You have before.”

He groans and kisses across my forehead, my temple, my nose, and then my lips. Hungry and eager, but then he draws back. “We made a pact. Not until after thereception.”

“Boring,” I grumble.

“You know how much I like the rules.”

“You broke them before,” I remind him.

He adjusts my veil and then I see my dad standing right there with his eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his chest. I swallow hard. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Andwhatrules were broken?”

“Put your work face away.” I huff. “We kissed within a week of the wedding which was against the rules. And I don’t regret it.” I poke Nick’s chest.

He kisses me again, winks, and walks away. Dad shakes his head at me. “You’re killing me, honey.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He cranes his neck and rolls his eyes. “And your mother is coming onto your husbands.”

“Hey!” I start to pick up my skirt in my hands, but Dad stops me. He whistles once and I see Danny perk up. She gives my dad a thumbs up and I laugh. “You’re sicking Danny on her?”

“It’s effective.” He shrugs in a way that says he’s not the least bit sorry. “Your mother needs to learn some self-control.”

“And you’re not going to give me even a small hint when it comes to who’s next … are you?” I put a hand on my hip.

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