Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

SOPHIA

The week goes by so fast I feel like I blinked. Despite how intense the weekend was, nothing has changed, even though I’ve been waiting for shit to hit the fan. I barely see the guys, and I don’t get why they’re all working double shifts until Wednesday at dinner when I’m eating Pad Thai on my own in the kitchen.

Hands stroke over my hips, and a body presses against my back. I gasp and nearly drop my fork, looking over my shoulder. Holden smirks at me and kisses across the back of my shoulder until I shiver.

“We’re going to get caught.” I look around the empty house as he smiles.

“Are we?”

His hand slides over my hip and teases the tie on my silk pajama pants. I groan and rub my ass against him. His hand slides over my underwear and teases me through it. I shiver and rub his hip.

“You’re …” I gasp as his hand pulls up, then slides into my panties.

“Taking advice that this smart,” he punctuates it with a kiss to my neck, “sexy,” another kiss, further up, “amazing” his tongue flicks against the hollow under my ear, “ woman gave me.”

“Oh?”

“That I’m a desirable fucking man.” He sucks my earlobe, and I melt against him.

His fingers circle my clit driving me insane until I’m on the edge of coming. The door opens, and Holden winks at me, releasing me and sucking his fingers. I shiver and take another bite of food.

Roman walks in, looks between us, and smirks. “Bambina!”

He kisses me, despite the fact my mouth is full, and pats Holden’s back. “Are you two packed?”

“Packed? Are you guys going somewhere?” I ask, standing up fully.

Nick walks in quickly. “We all are. You too, Soph. Don’t you remember? Roman’s cousin invited us with a warning that we can’t make an excuse this time. We leave Friday morning.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Roman squeezes my ass.

Nick kisses my cheek without hesitation, then heads to his own room. Roman steals a bite of Pad Thai, swallows, then claims my mouth, kissing me hungrily. “We’re going to Italy, Bambina. And that means you’re ours, all weekend.”

“Dad isn’t coming?” I ask.

Roman pulls me towards him and brushes my hair from my face as Holden comes up from behind and presses against my back. Fuck. I don’t even care about Italy. I care about right now. About Holden rubbing my tits until my nipples get hard while Roman teases my lips with his and grips my ass so tightly I wouldn’t be surprised if marks are left as a result.

Roman shakes his head. “Nope. He insists on holding it down here.”

“Oh god.” I shiver.

“I think that’s a good thing, don’t you, Roman?” Holden asks, pressing a kiss to the pulse point in my neck.

“Fucking excellent.” Roman agrees before kissing me again.

Roman’s phone goes off, and he groans, walking away to take it. Holden bites me gently. “Make sure to bring a dress for easy access.” He growls in my ear.

I giggle and run with my Pad Thai to my room. I throw in lingerie and underwear, a swimsuit just in case, some shorts and cute tops, then stare at my closet. What the hell kind of dress am I supposed to wear? I bite my thumb nail.

“Bad habit, sweets.”

I jump at Gunner’s deep voice, and he chuckles, swirling liquor in his glass. He presses it to my lips, and I take a sip as our eyes meet. As soon as I swallow, Gunner licks along my bottom lip and then takes a kiss that I feel to my toes and back.

He looks into my bag and smirks. “I think you have enough underwear.”

“Not enough to be around you guys.” I breathe.

He chuckles. “Then I think it would be better if you brought no panties at all.”

“I need a dress, Gunner, and I don’t have a clue.” I can hear the panic in my voice. “I don’t know what to wear in Italy.”

“Let’s take a look.” He says, putting his glass in my hand and going right to the closet.

He looks through dresses as I sit on the corner of my bed. “And this cousin is … famous?”

“Yeah. Soccer or some shit.” Gunner grumbles. “No, definitely soccer. Apparently, Massimo has been keeping some secret under wraps. He wants to have a big party, and everything before their grandma goes.”

“Oh.” I take another drink and feel the warmth collect in my stomach. “Anything else I should know?”

“He’ll fill you in on the plane. His grandmother doesn’t speak any English, so you might want to talk to Roman the next few days and learn some basics. It’ll impress.”

“Good to know.”

I down the rest of the drink, trying to digest all this. I like to have plans, but traveling in less than two days is insane. Especially to go to a country where I don’t know anyone and can’t speak the language. Gunner shows me a dress and smiles.

“Thirsty?”

“Gold?” I point at it.

He nods and hangs it on my mirror before walking to me. “Looks like you need something to calm your nerves, sweets.”

“Hence the drink.” I motion to the empty glass, still dripping condensation.

Gunner crawls over me, and I lay down obediently. He pulls the pony from my hair, letting it fall around me. I swallow and run my hand over his chest. He nods and kisses across my jaw. “Just relax, Sophia.”

“Tempting.” I breathe.

“Need convincing?” He arches an eyebrow.

Gunner’s so intense. He’s so … just so much. He cups the back of my head and kisses me hard and hungry, his tongue teasing mine, stroking and tangling until I fist his shirt and draw him closer.

Gunner kisses across my neck, then slowly works down my body, keeping my gaze before pulling my pants down. I gasp, realizing he’s dragging my underwear down too. I put a hand to my mouth, and he smirks as he spreads my legs.

“You got to taste me. It’s my turn.”

And he follows through, licking across my pussy slowly until I have to bite my hand to stay quiet. He spreads me open with his fingers to lick me deeper, and my hips raise to meet his mouth. He exhales over me, and I shiver.

“Your pussy tastes fucking amazing.” He mouths on my clit. Licking hungrily.

I groan and roll my hips against his mouth. Gunner helps, slicking his tongue over my clit again and again. I lose myself in him, in the pleasure and heat of his mouth. Time doesn’t mean anything, only Gunner and his mouth bringing me to the edge as my moans fill the room.

It takes an embarrassingly short time to come. I pull Gunner’s hair, and my voice breaks on a moan as I reach my climax grinding down on his nose. I shiver as Gunner licks over my entrance, then up to my clit before kissing my hip and pushing my shirt up to kiss along my belly.

“Well, I feel better.” I laugh softly.

Gunner smirks and lays down next to me. He pulls my hand to his mouth and sucks my thumb. “You taste better than the finest whiskey.”

I swoon a little for Gunner, and he winks at me before biting my thumb. “Now finish packing and get set for work tomorrow.”

Pouting at him feels natural. “I don’t get to finish you off.”

Gunner smirks. “Soon enough, sweets. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“And I’ll hold you to plenty.” He growls.

That makes the rest of the night easier. Hell, I can even handle Sasha when I walk into work the next day. I treat her to a smile despite the venom whipping off her tongue. I get through half the day and then go to Roman’s office.

He looks up at me and arches an eyebrow. “What can I do for you, Sophia?”

“Teach me some Italian … maybe? Or give me a way to learn?”

Roman motions me forward. I shut the door, and he pulls a chair around so I’ll be right next to him. I thought the tension between us would be easier after everything we’ve done, but it’s not even one notch lower.

Especially when he strokes across my jaw. He shows me words one at a time until I have a full sentence. “Ciao il mio nome è Sophia.”

Roman grins and leans towards me. “Preciosa Bambina.”

I feel goosebumps rise on my neck and meet his eyes. “What does that mean?”

“My precious baby.” He says softly, voice rough before he jerks me forward and claims my mouth. God, he owns me with a kiss. His tongue presses deep into my mouth, consuming me. When he draws back, I’m completely breathless and all his. He smirks. “We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“I think so.” I shiver.

“We’re going to make sure of it.” He promises. “And I’ll teach you plenty.”

“Of Italian?”

“Sure.” He chuckles, his hand stroking my thigh. “How to use your tongue, how to do plenty.”

I wear the blush all the way back to my own office. I kiss my dad on the cheek before I leave and promise to get breakfast ready for him for tomorrow to make sure he eats. The world is spinning so fast, I feel like I can barely grab it before any of these moments are gone.

The next morning, it’s all a rush. Once I catch my bearings, we’re on the plane. I’m between Holden, who claimed the window seat and currently has a death grip on the armrest despite the headphones in his hear, and Nick, who looks as casual as could be.

I take Holden’s hand, and he gives me a quick smile before closing his eyes. Nick glances over. “He doesn’t always fly well.”

“How long is the flight?”

“We have a quick stop to make … to drop off some paperwork in person. We’ll be there in time to change and get ready for dinner.”

I nod and pick a movie to watch. It gets me through the first bit of the flight. Then I reach over and rub Nick’s hand. “How are you?”

“Happy for this break.” He says with an easy smile. “It’s been a long while since I’ve taken any time off.”

“You deserve it. And to have some fun.” Nick’s eyes flick to my lips. I smirk and lean towards him, “Yeah, that kind of fun too.”

“Don’t tease me.” He lowers his voice and leans towards me. “I can’t take teasing, Sophia.”

“You know I’m more than happy to follow through,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip and looking him over. I like that Nick lets me stay in control. He moves at my pace. Hell, he lets me lead the way. “I’m not afraid to prove it either.”

“Is that a fact?”

“As soon as we come to a stop, I will,” I promise.

Nick groans, and I lean towards him, kissing his jaw, then kissing him softly, our lips molding together into a slow burn that spreads through me. I feel his hand stroke down my back and grin as I draw back.

Gunner and Roman are in a conversation, but Gunner nods to me once, an encouragement. Damn, these guys are going to make me believe that I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Having all of them without any jealousy between them or competition or anything but fun.

“I think I’m going to like Italy.” I breathe.

Nick grins and strokes my cheek. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“I believe you.” I wink at him. “Just wait until we get off this plane.”

“We’ll only have an hour.”

I look him over slowly, letting my gaze linger on his crotch. Nick lifts my chin as I lick over my bottom lip. “My eyes are up here.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just … enjoying the view.”

He chuckles. “You’re … incorrigible.”

“And you love it.”

“I never said otherwise, baby.” He kisses my wrist.