Page 4 of Too Sweet

“We’re almost here,” I tell him in a gleeful whisper.

He leans forward from the bench, hitting me with his megawatt smile. “You excited, Hot Girl?”

I can’t temper my responding grin. Excited is an understatement. I’m thrilled to be getting away with all four of my guys for a weekend of rest, relaxation, and hopefully a lot of fucking.

“I can’t wait.” I take his hand and kiss his tattooed knuckles. “How are you feeling?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light.

Nicky’s arthritis has been well-managed over the last month or so. He did take an ice bath last night, though, which always makes me worry that he’s flaring. Because honestly, who would willingly submerge themselves in an enormous tub filled with bone-chilling water?

“I feel good right now.” He shifts his neck from side to side, then stretches his arms overhead, checking for any new aches. “I’ll feel even better when we’re unpacked and I’m buried deep inside you.”

My body warms in response to the hungry look in his eyes.

“We’re two minutes out,” Kylian murmurs. “You both need to remain seated—and clothed—until the vehicle comes to a complete stop.”

I roll my lips to keep from snickering. It’s usually Decker who’s over the top about safety.

“Relax, Daddy Genius,” Nicky quips. “I can wait. I’m fully committed to seeing all our plans through this weekend.”

My heart skips a beat. “Plans?” I ask, looking between my guys. “What kind of plans?”

“Hey now,” Kendrick calls from the driver’s seat. “Don’t be giving away any of our surprises.”

My giddiness ramps up another ten notches. Surprises? As in more than one?

Leaning forward, I grip Kendrick’s shoulders. “How about a hint, big guy?”

He meets my gaze in the rear-view mirror, his smoldering stare possessing the same ravenous look he hit me with every time we were alone last weekend at the Combine.

As a shiver rolls through me, I bite down on my lip and hold his gaze.

“You’re trouble, Mama,” he mutters. He glances away and puts the SUV in reverse so he can park it as close to the cabin as possible.

In the passenger seat, Decker turns at the waist and assesses me up and down. “When did you eat last, Josephine?”

I fight my instinct to sass back. It used to be my go-to response when it came to my grump of a husband. Apparently old habits die hard.

“I had a late breakfast,” I assure him.

Decker’s obsidian eyes narrow as he sees right through my hollow reply.

“And what did you eat?”

With the slightest of eye rolls, I avert my gaze and fiddle with my seat belt. Kylian reacts instantly, covering my hand with his and preventing me from unbuckling before the vehicle is fully stopped.

“Toast.”

“Justtoast, Josephine?”

I blow out an aggravated breath, making my long bangs flutter around my face.

“Yes, just toast. Would it make you feel better if I lied and said it had some sort of nut butter on it, Cap?”

His answering scowl tells me no; no, it would not.

“We’re here,” Kendrick declares, momentarily saving me from my husband’s interrogation.

With a renewed jubilance, I unbuckle and hop out of the car. Nicky follows out my door, but before he can reach for me, Kendrick has already captured me in a hug, his arms slung low on my hips.