Page 32 of Their Perfect Daddy

I shake my head to clear the wandering thoughts. It’s not a habit of mine to lose focus.

“Daddy,” Monty says softly.

Meeting his eyes, I smile to let him know I’m fine. “I’m going to hold you up, and you’re going to stroke us both. I know those hands are big and strong. You’ve got this, Brat.”

Determination takes over his features. I imagine this must be what he resembles in practice or during a game.

“Ok,” he mutters. Then a little louder he says, “Scoot back a little. I need more room to work.”

I take a half step back, making sure I’m stable despite the added weight, slippery floor, and rising need. It’s a hell of a trifecta.

“Right there,” my brat declares as he wraps his hand around my cock. “I’m going to just…”

He shifts his hips a bit to line us up just right. Once he does, he wastes no time stroking us. He’s ready to drag my orgasm free as fast as possible, if his grip is any indication.

If it was any other time, I’d make him wait. I don’t have it in me tonight. Not after all this buildup of watching them and then exploring Danny together.

“I’m close.” The words come out as a growl when I feel the tingle in my spine a few moments later. “You?”

He doesn’t answer me with words. His choked cry and pulsing cock are all I need to know his release is here. Cum gushes out of his crown, pouring over us both and making his strokes messy.

The sight alone is enough to get me the rest of the way. I groan as I squeeze my hands against his flesh. Pleasure soars through me.

I have enough sense to push us up against the wall. My boy slides down my body, his hands firm on my biceps as he massages them. It’s almost like he’s worried about me holding him up.

Maybe there is more to this than a one-time fuckfest.

I hope so.

Directing the shower head at our lower halves, I rinse us both again. “Time for you two to get dry,” Danny calls from the open door. He’s holding out two towels, and he’s fully dressed in the clothes Monty grabbed earlier.

Part of me hates that he dressed himself. But a larger part of me is happy to see our boy isn’t jealous or angry to be left out of an intimate moment. Sure, he told us to do it. That doesn’t mean he’s ok with it though. I’ve seen more than one friend suffer in their relationships because someone said one thing and meant another.

“Thank you, Princess,” Monty says as he presses a smacking wet kiss on the other man’s cheek.

Danny laughs and pushes him away. When he turns my way, his gaze moves over me. He bites his bottom lip. In an effort tostop my body from trying to rally again, I give him a small salute and take the towel from him.

Time is of the essence.

My princess throws a strange look my way at the movement. I don’t think anything of it. It’s probably not something he’s used to seeing directed his way. I just figured it was cute.

By the time we get redressed, a ludicrous amount of time has passed. I stop the boys and say, “No matter what anyone says, what just happened is ours and it was beautiful. Please don’t feel bad or be embarrassed. And should you ever want it to happen again, I’m game.”

They share a look that says neither is quite sure what to make of my words. I can prove to them over time that I’m worth the new dynamic. I need them both. That much is clear.

My heart has decided they’re ours.

CHAPTER 12

DANNY

Today is the day Micah comes back to work. Technically, he still has two more days scheduled off but knowing him, he’ll be in bright and early since he texted me his flight arrived yesterday. The man can’t resist coming to work if he’s able.

While I’d normally be super excited to see my friend, I have a bad feeling about what it means that our relationship has changed. Of course, he has no clue of these changes. Mostly because I’m making them up in my head.

It’s what happens when you see your boss’s brother’s dick.

Since I’m off my game, I decide to overcompensate for things. First off, I show up early. Then, I make a pot of coffee and start checking emails. By the time Micah walks through the door, I’m caffeinated and armored for anything he throws my way. I doubt he’ll know anything, but it’s best to be prepared.

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