Page 8 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

“You may now kiss the-”

Roman sweeps me completely off my feet and kisses me with so much hunger, need, and everything that I’ve been missing this week. I’ve missed him, this, all of him. I wrap my arms around his neck, thread my fingers through his hair and take everything I can get.

I tangle my tongue with his, lick deeper into his mouth, and cling to him like he’s the breath I need to survive because I swear he is. When he finally lets me down, the guys cheer, my wedding party cheers, and the entire audience breathes a sigh of relief.

We did it. Four weddings, one day, and not a single issue.

My men crowd around me as Valerie takes over, telling people where to go, encouraging them to take their time and see some sights along the way and if they do get there early, there will be x, y, and z. But I don’t remember our menu at all. I don’t remember where we’re going. I don’t remember a damn thing because I’m trading between my guys, taking every kiss and hug and touch I can get.

“Sophie!” I hear someone call me.

I manage to escape Gunner’s tight grasp and Roman’s arm around my waist to see Tristan. He hugs me tightly. “You chose right.”

“I know.” I giggle. “They’re so amazing.”

“Don’t let any fucker like the one who brought me here get in the way. You have something special with them and that should be your focus, babe.”

I nod and kiss his cheek. Valerie drags him away, complaining about him hogging all my time when he can’t be around for photos. And we take plenty of those. Together, separately, in different groups, a million photos that I don’t care about now.

Except when I get to kiss my men. Gunner hugs me from behind in front of a huge span of flowers and kisses my neck until I forget about the camera and let out a harsh breath before leaning back. He twirls me in a circle so I brace myself on his chest and he cups my face between his hands.

“We’re official, sweets. How does it feel?”

“Like I’m going to explode with happiness.” I giggle.

He beams and rests his forehead on mine. “I love you more than I can say.”

“I love you more than you can know,” I whisper.

He kisses my forehead, holds me like that for a moment, then we pose for the photographer’s pleasure. Then he’s swapped out with Nick. I jump into Nick’s arms and he carries me to the bridge where we had our talk just a few days ago.

Time has moved so strangely and I haven’t taken any clear notice of what we have been doing or when. He sets me down on the railing and takes my hand, kissing it softly. Then the inside of my wrist as I stroke through his hair, before holding me and posing properly for the photos.

We do a whole lot of poses until I wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss his cheek. “I love you like Van Gogh loved yellow paint.”

Nick beams, then turns and lowers me slowly, his muscles don’t even shake. “I love you more than Da Vinci loved his assistants.”

I laugh and we pose under a willow tree, near the water until I’m passed to Holden.

Holden and I are by trees. We lay at the base and I cuddle close to him while someone adjusts my dress. I nuzzle his chest, kiss anywhere I can reach, and bask in the looks he gives me. They say more than words ever can.

Then to Roman. Every one of his touches is so deliberately slow, so soft and calculated that goosebumps raise on my skin. We pose over and over until he just guides my face up and kisses me. My mouth, my cheek, my neck.

“Il mio tesoro. Il mio amore. La mia vita.” He compliments calling me his treasure and his love as I tug on his tie. I wrap it around my hand and tug him closer until he cups the back of my neck in his hand. “I love you so.”

“You’re everything I never deserved, but I’m going to spend my life earning you,” I promise him.

“I’m already yours, Sophie.” He purrs, cuddling me against him and pressing his cheek to the top of my head. “Completely and totally.”

Is it possible to die from happiness? Because I’m getting damn close. And I have four men to live for. Four men who are going to work to make sure every moment of my life is happy and overwhelming and when the four of them lift me up for our last picture, I feel like I can handle this happily ever after as long as I don’t break down from pure love in the process.

NICK

We finally get to the reception and I can tell that Sophie doesn’t have a single worry on her mind. She hasn’t stopped smiling since Roman set her down and she got to keep her ring. The photographers wanted to do photos of our rings together and some of our accessories, but Sophie refused to take hers off again.

She said three times was enough. Which is so damn adorable. She walks in between the four of us to the venue and then we sit down in our assigned seats, Holden and Roman on either side of her, with me next to Roman and Gunner next to Holden. Everyone claps. We’re going to have to get used to that.

Everyone is fed course by course, then Massimo stands up to give his speech. He clears his throat, then looks at us. “I remember the five of you showing up at my wedding with Danny. I didn’t know what was going on. We were placing bets on who she was going to end up with, but it became obvious fast that it wasn’t a one-on-one relationship.” He chuckles softly.

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