Page 130 of Their Perfect Daddy

“To Tempest!” our teammates cheer.

I smile and shake my head. These guys are ridiculous. I couldn’t have asked for a better family to play with.

And when my two men enter the room moments later, all is right with the world. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

EPILOGUE

SKYE

I’m recording a clip for my paid subscribers when there’s a knock on the door. Instead of pausing the video, I call out for whoever it is to come in. Both boys know I’m working. It must be important for them to interrupt.

Monty’s face appears in the cracked door. “Hi,” he says with a smirk.

I raise my brow. Since everything I film is below the neck, I don’t bother with controlling my expressions.

“How may I help you? I’m in the midst of filming.”

The reminder does nothing to dissuade him. He presses the door open further instead.

“I thought you might want to see this. It just came in.”

There's no time to ask what he means before Danny is strutting into the room in one of the sexiest outfits I’ve ever seen. The lace and ribbon draped over him is so intricate I can’t tell what’s for function and what’s for aesthetic.

“What are you two up to?”

At my question, Danny gives Monty a look. My brat nods, encouraging whatever they’ve planned.

Watching him stride over to me is enough to have me ready to come in my pants. There’s nothing left to my imagination in this outfit. He’s on full display for my enjoyment.

“We thought it would be good to let your followers know you don’t need any romantic offers now. It seems they can’t stop thirsting over you,” he teases.

His words are said in jest, but the look in his eyes is nothing of the sort. My boy is being controlled by the green-eyed monster. I wonder which comments get to him most. Is it the offers of sex or the marriage proposals? Maybe it’s the promises of the viewer being the best I’ve ever had.

Either way, it’s all an illusion. Even if I didn’t have my boys, I wouldn’t want anyone who thirsted over me so publicly. Not because there is anything wrong with it. It’s just that there’s too much pressure involved when a follower has you on a pedestal before you’ve ever even met. I don’t need that kind of expectation in my romantic life.

“What did you plan?” I ask, watching the two of them flank me like predators. My body heats under their attention.

I should stop the recording. There is no chance of any of this being useful for the channel.

And yet… I can’t bring myself to care about it enough to move forward. All I want is to strip them both bare and have my way with them.

My princess steps around the camera until he’s between my legs. A quick glance at the screen shows a perfect view of his rounded cheeks filling the frame. The lace accentuates each inch of him in a way that leaves me damn near breathless.

“I think we broke him,” comes from my brat. It’s enough to pull me from staring at the digital image of Danny rather than embracing the real thing.

Reaching out, I grip his hips and pull him closer. “You’re teasing me, princess.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are. Let me guess — our brat suggested this idea, and you couldn’t say no?”

He shakes his head as his hands land on my shoulders. “Nope! I thought of this myself.”

“See, Daddy. I’m not the only brat around.” Monty says arrogantly. When I look his way, he’s radiating a sort of glow that only comes when he thinks he’s won. I’ve seen the look when it comes to sports and video games. Rarely does it show in these types of moments.

Rather than encourage anything, I release Danny and lean back. My arms move to the back of the couch I’m seated on as I give them my most casual expression.

“Seems you two are expecting more from me. Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

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