Page 29 of Breakaway Daddies

Bruno snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. “No one’s got time to babysit your fragile ass,” he retorts, rolling his eyes.

“I dunno, man,” Thomas chimes in. “I think Jinx is onto something with the reward system she’s got going.”

Jinx rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at her lips. “Yeah, yeah. You’re all so mistreated, aren’t you?”

I look around at the guys, their faces lit with amusement, and then turn my gaze back to her, an idea beginning to take shape in my mind.

“You know, Jinx, you’ve been working really hard, making sure I don’t end up limping off to some remote Montana wilderness. Keeping us fed with your culinary experiments. Wrangling your army of reptiles that share this space with us.”

She arches an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Your point?”

I break into a grin, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you deserve to be thanked properly.”

Thomas is already stretching his arms, fingers interlocking as he cracks his knuckles with a loud pop. “Damn right you do.”

Before she has a chance to protest, I reach down, wrapping my hands around her foot and begin kneading it, my thumbs pressing firmly into the arch. She lets out a little moan, her body sinking back into the couch as if dissolving into the cushions.

With a bratty cloying in her voice, she mutters, “Fine.You can stay.”

Thomas moves in behind her, his hands finding her shoulders and rubbing circles into her tense muscles. “Relax,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

I watch as Jinx melts under our touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Tender sighs and contented moans escape her lips.

“You deserve to be thanked for all your hard work,” I whisper in her ear, kissing down her neck.

“Oh my god,” Jinx mumbles. “You hockey boys have magic hands.”

I chuckle, continuing to work on her feet, feeling the tension release under my fingers. “Years of stick handling,” I say with a wink she doesn’t see.

“Don’t ruin it,” she warns.

“Your muscles are like concrete,” Thomas mutters, pressing into a knot that makes Jinx gasp. “You need to stretch more.”

“Thanks, Coach,” she teases with a playful lilt, her melodious voice hinting at mischief even as the radiant smile on her angelic lips reveals her sheer delight.

It’s unmistakable, the way she revels in our attentions, in our hands trailing lovingly over every contour of her body. Our gentle caresses transform gradually from a soothing massage into a fervent exploration of intimacy.

Thomas’s hands, full of controlled passion, journey from her delicate shoulders down to her inviting breasts, expertly maneuvering beneath the airy fabric of her shirt. I follow a similar path, my fingers exploring upward along her supple thighs, relishing the warmth and silkiness of her skin as they ascend.

Thomas’s fingers trace circles along her pointed nipples, the movement making my dick twitch with each rotation.

Her head arches back gracefully as she turns her gaze toward me, eyes surrendering to the pleasures we unfold. My mouth, eager and reverent, begins a delicious exploration, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive inner curve of her thighs while my teeth lightly graze the fabric of her pants.

Another sigh escapes her, her breath catching in a suspended moment between gasp and moan. My fingers, like whispers of intent, continue their upward trail, caressing her skin until I sense the delicate dampness that marks our shared desire.

Jinx pants through parted lips while Thomas’s attentive head drifts down to her breasts, his fingers deftly liberating them from the confines of her top and bra. Emboldened by his lead, I slowly undo her pants, allowing them, and her panties, to slip away, revealing her exquisite beauty in its purest form.

“Yes, Rowan,” she moans, and I am compelled to honor her desire, my lips and tongue embarking on a tender, exploratory journey along the curves of her body.

With every kiss and gentle suck, her essence unfolds before me, her skin tasting like a secret kept too long. I tease her hardened little clit with a nimble flick of my tongue. The sound of my name on her lips stokes a fire within me, causing my hands to grasp her hips more firmly as I pull her irresistibly close.

“Hey, save some for me,” Thomas groans, seamlessly sliding down to where I remain, his voice thick with desire. I briefly pause to wipe away the evidence of our intimacy before exchanging positions with him.

Our mouths converge in a heated, passionate kiss as she releases a cry of pleasure that mingles with our fervor. Her breasts, full and lush, feel exquisite in my hands—each delicate nipple a small, delectable treat against the pale, milky expanse of her skin.

Lowering myself further, I take them delicately into my mouth, my tongue flicking with purpose before my teeth offer a gentle nibble at their sensitive peaks.

Her left hand tangles through my hair in a gesture of encouragement while her right remains with Thomas, who continues his devoted ministrations.

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