Page 21 of Breakaway Daddies

Thomas grins, reaching over to playfully ruffle his hair. “Yeah, no pressure, but you should definitely go for it,” he encourages, his voice warm and inviting.

Jinx studies me intently, her gaze searching every inch of my face with a penetrating curiosity. The way she looks at me—as if she’s silently seeking permission—sends a flutter through my stomach, making my heart race.

To hell with it.

I reach out with determination, my arm snaking around her waist to pull her close. She lets out a surprised gasp, her body fitting seamlessly against mine like two puzzle pieces finally connecting.

Taking charge of the moment, I press my lips to hers, a bold declaration in the kiss.

Her lips are warm and inviting, pillowy as they part easily, allowing me to deepen the kiss. My fingers tangle through her silky hair, feeling the strands slip between them. The taste of beer mingles with something uniquely Jinx, a flavor that lingers tantalizingly on my tongue.

She sighs against my mouth, her body pressing eagerly into my chest, and in that moment, every rational thought deserts me, replaced by the intoxicating warmth of her presence.

When we finally draw apart, she’s breathless, her pupils wide and dark with emotion.

Thomas whistles appreciatively. “Wow, Bruno. That was unexpected,” he exclaims, clearly impressed.

Jinx beams and licks her lips. “I enjoyed that,” she says, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

I exhale sharply, heat coursing through my veins like liquid fire.

Yeah. I enjoyed that, too.

I’m still reeling from the kiss when Jinx flows back to Rowan, her fingers trailing up his neck before she captures his lips with hers once more. His hands find her waist, strong and possessive, and I watch as she seems to melt into him, like sugar dissolving in warm tea.

Then, with a playful flicker in her face, she turns to Thomas, pressing her lips to his with a teasing little grin. He groans into the kiss, a deep, resonant sound, and pulls her onto his lap as if claiming her presence entirely.

My heart races, pounding like a relentless drumbeat in my chest. This is insane, a wild dance of emotions and connections that feels both surreal and exhilarating.

And yet, when she turns back to me, her eyes are steady, filled with a fearless certainty. She reaches out, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as she leans in, capturing my mouth once more with a fervor that leaves no room for doubt.

This time, it’s different—hotter, more urgent, as if each moment could be the last. My hands glide down her back, feeling the curve of her spine beneath my fingertips, and I grip her hips, pulling her closer.

The warmth of her body, the way she moves against me, sends a rush of heat through my veins, igniting every nerve.

She pulls away, her lips slightly parted, but before she can do anything more than smile, Rowan tugs her back, kissing her again with a hunger that matches my own.

Then Thomas takes his turn, and once more, it’s back to me.

We’re all grinning, caught in the moment, a merry-go-round of passion and daring. We’re making a game of it—taking turns, pushing boundaries, and reveling in the freedom of it all.

Jinx laughs, her fingers tenderly brushing against my jaw before she leans in once more. And I just let go of thought and simply feel, surrendering to the sensations and the shared experience.

The sound of her breath catching makes my skin burn. I watch as Thomas cups her face, their lips meeting with an intensity that leaves me dizzy. My hands still rest on her waist, feeling every subtle movement of her body as she responds to him.

When they break apart, Rowan slides behind her, his chest against her back, lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She shudders, eyes fluttering closed, and I’m transfixed by the way her throat moves when she swallows.

“This is…” I start, but can’t finish the thought.

Jinx opens her eyes, looking down at me with that mischievous gleam that first drew me to her. “Too much?” she whispers, concern flickering across her features.

I shake my head, despite everything—despite the fact that we’re teammates, despite the complications this will surely bring to practice tomorrow.

“How far do you want to go?” I ask, my breath hot against her skin. I’ve peeled up her shirt, sucking along her hard nipples, taking them into my mouth and flicking my tongue against them.

“I want all of you,” she moans. “I want all of you, as much as I can get.”

I watch Thomas stand up, peeling apart his belt buckle, his cock flopping out into her face, and she takes it into her hand with a smile.

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