Page 131 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Stop. You’re wrong.” My voice is rough. “So wrong.”
She blinks up at me, lips trembling, eyes glassy. I lean in and kiss her hard. Not soft, not gentle. Just raw and aching.
My tongue slides against hers and she gasps into my mouth, fingers fisting in my hoodie. The kiss deepens, burns, and when I pull back, her cheeks are flushed and her breathing’s uneven.
“Eres lo más hermosa que he visto en mi vida,” I whisper against her temple. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Ever.”
“Really?” Her voice cracks.
I glance at my watch. Twenty minutes until game time.
“Wait here.”
“Leo…”
I kiss her forehead, then her knuckles, and step out of the office, shutting the door behind me.
I move fast down the corridor, past equipment staff and a few volunteers, straight into the locker room.
Coach Ace is mid-speech, waving a whiteboard around. I wait for a pause, then clear my throat.
“Coach. I need Asher and Ford. It’s an emergency.”
He frowns, glances at the clock, then waves them off. “Ten minutes.”
They’re both in gear, shoulder pads strapped, gloves in hand, sweat already slick on their necks.
“What’s going on?” Asher asks the second we’re clear of the locker room.
I keep walking. “You’ll see. Office.”
Ford jogs to catch up. “Is it her?”
“Yeah. It’s Maddie.”
They go quiet until we reach the door. I push it open and they step inside to find her curled on the couch, hoodie bunched around her thighs, her eyes still red but wide now, watching them both like they’re her whole world.
I close the door behind us and speak low. “Zipper broke. She’s overwhelmed. Hormones are all over the place. She thinks we don’t want her anymore.”
The moment I finish, they’re on their knees in front of her.
Asher takes her hands in his, thumbs stroking the backs. “You really think we’re not crazy about you? That we don’t want you every damn second?”
Ford pushes her hair out of her face and presses his lips to her belly. “You’re carrying our babies. You’ve been glowing since the day we found out. I’d take you right here if you’d let me.”
She looks like she’s about to cry again. “Yousaythat, but?—”
Asher kisses her mid-sentence. Ford’s hand slips beneath the hoodie, stroking the inside of her thigh.
I watch her arch toward them, eyes fluttering shut, breath catching as they touch her like they’ve been starving.
“Let us show you,” Asher whispers against her mouth.
Her answer is a soft whimper and a nod.
I lock the door. We have eighteen minutes.
Maddie’s back hits the couch cushion as Asher slides the hoodie higher, revealing the gentle curve of her belly.
