Page 29 of Their Perfect Daddy

Skye chuckles. “That’s the idea.” Then he turns to Monty. “Why don’t you help him stay standing? Think you can do that much, Brat?”

The other man in this misfit trio of ours instantly moves into place. I feel one hand on my hip as his other arm bands across my chest. There is not a single chance of me going anywhere so long as he keeps his grip.

While anyone else might send me into panic in this hold, I feel completely safe with Monty. It’s weird, actually. Because at the start of the night, I didn’t even want to think about him.

“That’s a good boy,” Skye says to Monty, praising him again. I feel the muscles in his arms ripple as he shudders.

Feeling a bit bratty myself, I push to see if I can get Monty on board with another part of this plan. The part I’m really far too excited for.

Thrusting back quickly, I softly ask, “Shouldn’t you say‘Thank you, Daddy’to him? Else you’re still being a brat.”

Both men freeze. Skye’s grip on my cock tightens as he sways forward like he wants to gobble me right up. His pupils are blown, which only makes this all much hotter.

A man fully dressed in a suit on his knees prepared to bring me pleasure? Um, yes please.

And then there’s Monty. His length presses against my ass, clearly wanting entry. I’d gladly let him too, even if I’m not sure if we’re quite ready for that step. We’re already taking way too long for this shower.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Monty’s raspy voice comes over my shoulder. With it, I feel the last of the tension drop away. I’m relaxed in his hold, trusting him and Skye to take care of me completely.

My mind starts to get a bit fuzzy around the edges as I sink into that fun place I rarely get to go to. The one where I don’t have to be responsible or ‘on’all the time. I just get to be me. Get to be the Danny who loves lace and pretty princess things. The same one who wouldn’t mind playing with dolls when all the other boys thought it was too girly.

“I’ve been given such a gift with my two beautiful boys. What ever will I do now?”

Skye’s words are a taunt and a praise all rolled into one.

“Hopefully you’ll get naked and then let me get naked and then we can clean our princess together. Because honestly, what’s better than one washer person? Two. The answer is two, Daddy,” Monty rushes to say.

I nod to say I agree with his words. As much as I love the feel of Skye’s hands on me, I really want to see what these two men are working with. Monty has done some ads where he’s shirtless before. I’ve stared at them long enough to know the rest has to be just as enticing.

It wouldn’t be right of the universe if it weren’t.

Once again, I stare as the man rises from his squat to stand over me. Looking behind me, I watch Monty give him the same level of attention.

We’re captivated by him. Eager to see what he commands next.

Because he’s definitely the one in charge. I know I could say stop and they would, but I have no intention of doing so. If anything, I want to see how far we can go.

Quicker than I can blink, Skye strips away his jacket and shirt. They end up on the counter by the sink when he tosses them out of the way.

Monty shouts a quick, “Hell-fucking-yes,” behind me as he lets me go to remove his own clothing. Skye gives a throaty chuckle at his excitement, though he doesn’t stop or say anything in reply.

His gaze remains on me as he slips his pants and underwear off in one sweeping motion. Because he has to bend over to remove them, I don’t get to see what I’m after at first.

But then he stands.

And hell-fucking-yes is an understatement.

There aren’t enough positive adjectives in the English language to describe how perfect Skye’s body is. He’s all long limbs and delicate pale skin. His freckles cover every inch of him, the patterns unruly in a way that goes against his Daddy persona.

If that wasn’t enough of a tease, add in his red hair, and I’m a goner. I squeak in delight as I surge forward to his chest.

My face buries against the thin layer of hair there as I inhale his scent. I feel a bit animalistic; however, I can’t find a reason to stop.

Hesmellsgood.

Helooksgood.

Hefeelsgood.

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