Page 44 of Breakaway Daddies

My thoughts refuse to settle, so I decide to push them aside entirely. The moment we step inside, I reach out and clasp Bruno’s arm, pulling him toward me. His brow furrows in confusion, his dark eyes searching mine, but I hold on tightly.

“Bedroom,” I say, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Understanding flickers across his face, his lips curling into a teasing grin. “Oh?”

Ignoring his playful tone, I move toward the kitchen where Rowan is adjusting his hoodie in front of the open fridge. I latch onto his wrist next, feeling the warmth of his pulse beneath my fingers.

“Okay,” Rowan chuckles, a note of curiosity in his voice, “what’s happening?”

I glance across the room to the living area, where Thomas is lounging on the couch, eyes glued to his phone screen. He looks up when he hears us, one eyebrow arched in silent inquiry.

“Let’s go,” I say, the simplicity of the words conveying more than any explanation could.

Thomas’s face splits into a wide grin. “Hell yeah.”

I no longer want to dwell on the chaos in my mind. I just want to immerse myself in the comfort and presence of them, losing myself in the joy of being together.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Jinx

As soon aswe burst into my room, I shove Rowan down onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a fervor that ignites my skin.

His kisses are magnetic, pulling me into a heated rhythm as I grind against him, feeling his cock straining beneath his pants like a caged beast.

Thomas grabs hold of my neck, pulling me up into an electrifying kiss that sears with passion and love bites. He pulls back, locking eyes with me, a fiery connection sparking between us as I bite my lips, my gaze locked onto his.

With a commanding snap of my fingers, his hard dick is in my left hand, throbbing with anticipation.

I turn to Bruno, capturing his lips with mine, pulling him into the fray as we all become a single, entwined force of nature.

I can’t imagine ever growing weary of the overwhelming sensation of all their hands on my body simultaneously. Rowan’s touch is a tender caress, while Bruno’s is a storm, fierce and demanding. Thomas’s touch, oh, it’s intoxicatingly loving and sensual.

Lips find mine repeatedly, a relentless assault of passion, and with my eyes shut tight, I’m lost in the chaos of it, not knowing who claims my mouth—and not caring either.

I crave them all, equally, with a burning need.

Through half-lidded eyes, I catch Rowan working my boots off, his lips worshiping my freed feet with gentle kisses and caresses. Bruno’s fingers weave through my hair, giving a slight tug that rips a gasp from my lips as his mouth descends on the sensitive spot below my ear.

“You like that, beautiful?” he growls, desire dripping from every word.

“Yes,” I gasp, arching into Thomas’s hands as they slip beneath my sweater dress, his fingers painting shivering patterns across my ribs. Rowan bites gently on my lower lip, teasingly nibbling as his hands tear into my pantyhose with reckless abandon.

“Oops.” He chuckles playfully, glancing at the torn fabric.

Thomas sinks to his knees, his mouth finding me from behind, sending pleasure radiating through my black panties. I moan, thrusting my hips back towards him, feeling his hands claim my hips.

Rowan’s kisses consume me, while Bruno’s hands explore my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my sensitive nipples.

I’m nearly floored by Thomas’s tongue, a relentless force driving me to the brink, his hands gripping me like a vice as I surrender to his rhythm.

Bruno and Rowan tear away my dress, their mouths ravaging my body, while Thomas continues to push me to the edge. A primal symphony of shudders and moans escapes my lips, our bodies writhing as one.

“You’re driving me out of my mind,” I growl, riding the crest of another wave of ecstasy.

“Is that so?” Thomas murmurs, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he steps aside for Bruno. Bruno’s massive hand splays across my stomach, guiding me back onto the bed.

Kneeling between my thighs, he invades me with his fingers, driving them in and out, twisting and turning, stoking the inferno within me. I can feel the tension coiling in my hips, tighter and tighter, like a spring ready to snap.

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