Page 89 of Her Possessive Daddies

"Follow me," I say, turning toward my bedroom. My hips sway as I walk, hyper-aware of their gazes burning into my skin. The sound of their footsteps behind me makes my heart race.

I pause in my bedroom doorway, glancing over my shoulder. "Coming?"

"Oh sweetheart," Seth drawls, "you have no idea. We won't be the only ones coming tonight."

45

COREY

Abbie stands there, her piercing eyes locking with mine, then Seth’s, then Donovan’s. The air in the room shifts, thick with anticipation. She’s not the shy girl from the bar anymore. This version of her? Confident, bold, and completely intoxicating. She’s in control, and damn if that doesn’t make her totally irresistible.

“So,” she starts, her voice steady but with a hint of mischief, “how does this work? Do I just point and say ‘you, you, and you’?” She gestures at each of us with a playful smirk.

Donovan chuckles, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. “I’m good with whatever you’re good with, sweetheart.”

Seth, ever the smooth talker, adds, “We’re here for you. You get to call the shots.”

I clear my throat, trying to keep my composure. “This is your show. We’re just the supporting cast.”

She tilts her head, observing us, then takes a slow sip of her drink. The way her lips curve around the glass sends a jolt of heat straight through to my groin. “Alright,” she says, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “But I need to know one thing—are you all really okay with this? Sharing me? Because I’m not about to be the cause of some bro-code fallout.”

Seth laughs, low and easy. “Abbie, trust me, we’ve had this conversation. More than once. We’re good.”

Donovan nods, his expression serious for once. “Corey’s my best friend. Seth’s… well, Seth. But you? You’re something else. We’re all in, no drama.”

I step closer, my voice dropping. “You need to know, this isn’t just some fling for me. I care about you. And if this is what you want, then I’m all in too.”

She studies all of us for a moment. Her lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. “Alright then,” she says, standing up.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind us, and Abbie turns, her eyes dark with desire. “Let’s try this, then.” She is visibly shaking, but so beautiful.

Damn, this girl is perfect.

I step toward Abbie, my heart pounding furiously, the heat in the room already suffocating. Her eyes lock with mine, and there’s a flicker of something—nervousness, maybe, but mostly desire. I don’t give her a chance to second-guess this. My hands frame her face, and I kiss her, deep and slow, like I’ve been craving her taste all damn day. She melts into me, her lips parting as she releases a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.

Behind her, Donovan moves in, his presence solid and unshakable. I feel the shift in the air as his hands slide around her waist, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. The material falls away, and he cups her breasts, his calloused hands rough against her soft skin. She shivers, her back arching into him as he whispers something low and dirty in her ear.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, relishing the way her pulse jumps under my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough.

“Corey…” she breathes, her hands clutching my shoulders like she’s hanging on for dear life.

Donovan’s lips suckle her neck now, nipping and caressing, and I can feel the way her body trembles between us. I step back just enough to let Seth in, and he doesn’t waste a second. His hands are on her hips, pulling her into him as he kisses her with a hunger that matches mine.

Abbie’s hands are everywhere—tangling in Seth’s hair, gripping Donovan’s arm, reaching for me. She’s lost in it, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Donovan murmurs, his voice a throaty rumble as he guides her toward the bed.

Seth breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with need, and Abbie’s lips are swollen, her chest heaving as she looks up at us. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she whispers, but there’s a spark of defiance in her eyes that makes me grin.

“You sure about that?” Seth teases, brushing her hair from her face. “You’re not exactly fighting us off.”

She laughs, the sound light and breathless, and it’s the most gorgeous sound I’ve ever heard. “Guess I’m not,” she admits.

Donovan’s hands are on her waist again, guiding her down onto the mattress as Seth follows, his body hovering over hers. I stand back for a moment, watching as Seth kisses her, his hands sliding up her thighs.

“Your turn, old man,” Seth says, glancing at me with a smirk.

I step in, my hands moving to the waistband of Abbie’s pants. She’s sprawled on the bed, her breathing ragged, her skin flushed as Donovan and Seth continue to work her above the waist. Donovan’s lips graze her neck, his beard scraping against her skin, while Seth’s mouth is on her arm, leaving a trail of kisses that make her squirm. Her bra is long gone, her breasts exposed, and the way Donovan’s hands are cupping them makes me rock hard. I keep my eyes on her as I tug at the zipper of her pants, my fingers brushing against the soft curve of her hip.

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