Page 30 of Breakaway Daddies

As I alternate between her sumptuous breasts, cupping one with tender fascination while pinching and nibbling the other, the room fills with the echo of our shared ecstasy.

CHAPTERNINE

Bruno

I stand rootedto the spot, every nerve on edge as I watch Thomas and Rowan devour Jinx with an almost animalistic hunger.

She’s so beautiful in these moments: her lilac hair, freshly dyed, seems to capture the light overhead, shimmering with a surreal glow as she convulses in blissful abandon.

Yet even as desire coils within me, I remain frozen in place.

Half of me aches to step forward, to join in and show them how to really fuck a woman when she wants it, how to bring Jinx to her knees and make her come to heel in a whole new way.

But another part of me, weighed down by a painful truth, refuses to act.

The more I watch, the harsher the realization: I’m tangled in emotions far deeper than mere lust. I’m beginning to love her, to crave more than these short-lived moments of ecstasy.

My inner turmoil intensifies as I witness Thomas’s passionate reverence, his attention lavished upon her delicate, inviting body. Arousal tears through me at the sight—a throbbing pulse that is quickly undercut by a surge of guilt as I picture my babicka’s stern, traditional disapproval.

I can almost see the disappointed crease forming on her furrowed, wrinkled brow when she hears that I am risking my future, that I am allowing myself to care deeply for a girl that my roommates and I have been casually sharing, as one might slices of a pizza.

Do we really cherish her as a person to be loved, or is she simply an indulgent, gourmet dessert—a glittering, gold-foiled ice cream sundae or even the most extravagant wedding cake, reserved only to be ravaged by three athletes?

My mind races with uncertainties. Can I really turn my back on how I was raised?

What if she grows closer to one of us than the others, and all of this completely explodes? What if my feelings drive a wedge between me, Thomas, and Rowan, my teammates and best friends?

With each kiss, each fuck, my mind reels at these thoughts, running in the background constantly.

In the final, tender moments, they break away from each other with a few lingering kisses, and Jinx gasps out shallow, uneven pants. Our eyes meet for a heartbeat; hers filled with quiet concern, mine with a tumult of emotions.

Unable to face the storm raging within me any longer, I turn away and make my way up the creaking staircase toward the solitude of my room, leaving the intoxicating scene behind.

I don’t want to talk about it, but of course, she’s not one to let things go unnoticed. A few minutes later, she knocks on my door and lets herself in.

“Come on, big guy,” she says, nudging my arm with playful insistence. “You’re gonna help me feed the babies.”

I frown, confused. “The babies?”

She flashes a mischievous grin. “My scaly children,” she clarifies with a wink.

With a resigned sigh, I trail behind her to the spare office, a space now filled with the quiet hum of heating lamps and the faint rustling of reptiles shifting in their glass enclosures.

I breathe in the warm, earthy scent of mulch mingling with the fresh aroma of chopped vegetables as she starts preparing meals for her pets.

She hands me a bundle of leafy greens, and I crouch down in front of the iguana’s enclosure. The massive creature with a leathery, emerald-green hide eyes me with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Its tongue flicks out, snatching a leaf from my grasp with a swift, precise movement. Jinx chuckles beside me, crouching to join my level.

“See?” she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Even the iguana trusts you.”

I let out a small chuckle, but the laugh quickly fades as an invisible weight settles on my chest once more. If only trusting myself were just as easy.

I watch the iguana chew, its peculiar little jaw working through the fresh greens with precision. The leaves crunch with each bite.

“He eats like Thomas,” I mutter under my breath, recalling my teammate’s methodical way of eating.

Jinx lets out a snicker from across the room. “He really does. You should see him when I give him fruit,” she says, a playful flicker in her eyes as she tends to her other pets, checking water bowls and adjusting heat lamps.

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