Page 7 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

SOPHIA

One more wedding, so one more deep breath. Dad pats my arm. “Ready?”

I nod. I’m more than ready. I want my men all together, where I can kiss and touch and love on them as I should. Today has been far too long considering I haven’t been able to see them most of the day.

But then I see Roman. And, more importantly, I see him see me. I only focus on his face and I watch as his eyes go wide and his lips part. Like he’s never seen me before. He devours the view and there aren’t tears but there’s a whole lot of need in those eyes. He rubs his jaw and I catch the edge of a smile before it’s huge, all-consuming.

I’ve never seen a smile like that on his face. So beyond joy that I don’t know what to call it. Dad nudges me. “I think he’s happy to see you.”

“I think you’re here to keep me from running down the aisle and tackling him,” I murmur.

Dad shakes his head at me slightly. “Behave. You’ve managed to get through three out of the four, don’t ruin it now.”

I manage to hold myself together until Roman offers me his hand. I immediately take it, bypassing my Dad entirely. I’m lost in those brown eyes; in the way, he stares at me like he’s never seen me before.

Roman’s fingers lace through mine and I realize that my wedding band is gone again. Gone for thelasttime. I bounce on my toes and Roman looks at the size difference. “Are you not wearing shoes?”

“Shush.” It’s taking every bit of restraint I still have not to pounce on him and claim him right here and now. “Marriage. Now.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. Even at our wedding, he doesn’t want me barking orders which I can understand, but I still feel like I’m losing it. The officiant steps back up, and I can’t make myself pay attention. Roman is gorgeous, my three other husbands are right behind him. I can’t believe this is happening right now.

And I can’t get through this very church-y ceremony, the reception, and get them all over me fast enough. All I can feel is the time until that moment and the space between us is gone. I want them. Now. And I know Roman can tell. The way he smirks at me, his fingers tightening and moving slightly between mine.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, what all this waiting is doing to me and he’s exploiting the hell out of it which is only teasing me more. The Officiant says something that gets my attention. “Roman, did you want to translate?”

“Not my job today.” He murmurs. “Continue.”

The man nods. “The vows then – please.”

I smile ever so slightly at that because even though the officiant should be in charge of the wedding, he knows Roman’s in charge of everything. It rolls off him in near tangible waves. Is this what happens when we go this long without sex?

“Go ahead, Roman.”

Roman takes a slow breath and I hope, against all odds, that this is the time I can’t cry, won’t cry. But then he opens his mouth and I already know my nose is getting red. “I love you, Sophia. I’ve been falling for you since the moment I met you. Beyond being the most beautiful woman on the planet, you drive me insane in too many ways to count. You push me to share more, never stopping at the surface.”

“Roman,” I plead as I look up at the sky and swallow the groan. I can’t deal with all this sweetness, all this open talk.

“You’ve tripped and stumbled through learning Italian for me. You join me in the kitchen to cook, never settling for being pampered. No matter how I’m feeling, I want you around.” His brow furrows. “And that’s so rare, Bambina. Every day I find new reasons to love you and I want to keep finding reasons as long as we’re both alive. I promise that I willneverput you through what you went through in Hawaii. I promise that I will never give you a reason to question my loyalty. And I promise that I will keep self-evaluating. I will keep growing. I will love every side of you that you reveal the longer we are together.”

My mouth feels dry despite the tears rolling down my cheeks directly into my mouth. Roman, completely exposed, sharing everything is so beyond anything. He takes an unsteady breath and I realize how close he is to crying too.

“Tu sei la mia casa. And I will make you and the guys my main priority whatever that means. I am devoted to you. Questo è per sempre. Ti troverò in ogni vita che abbiamo. Ti amo.” He kisses the inside of my wrist.

A shiver teases my spine. His husky, rough voice purring the perfect words in Italian, calling me home, telling me we’re forever, no matter how many lives we have, he’ll find me. It’s too much. I let out a sob and pull a hand away to wipe my eyes.

“Mi amore,” I whisper. “How am I supposed to answer that?”

He laughs and wipes at his eyes. “Dazzle me, Bambina.”

“I’m so excited to see whatever the future holds for us. I want every minute we have together and then some. I want every adventure, no matter how small – whether it’s kids running around the kitchen, moving stresses, dancing in the kitchen as you correct my cooking.” I laugh with him and then squeeze his hands. “You are more than any man I could have ever imagined myself with and I’m so lucky to share life with you. You give me so much love, so much support, everything I could ask for.”

I fan my face again and he chuckles, gently lifting my chin. “I will always put you in your place when you get too domineering. I will always support your choices and encourage you to talk more about what you want and need. I will never settle and will always push for more between us, for you, and for our lives together. For you and the guys.”

“For all of us,” I agree.

“All of the surprises, good and bad, the five of us are going to get through them. I’m not afraid of anything or everything that could happen because we’re together and that’s how it’s supposed to be. I don’t have a single hesitation. Not a single worry. You make it all feel possible, better than possible. I can never do another week without touching you, having you, or sleeping alone. I can’t do it again. Now say the vows are over so I can kiss you.”

He laughs along with the audience and I see an actual tear leave his eyes. I brush it away, fighting the urge to kiss that damp spot. The officiant finally lets us exchange rings and Roman holds me in place, standing so tall I can’t reach his mouth even if I jump until he finally gives us permission.

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