Page 35 of Sin Bin Daddies
Broader. rougher.
Lips drag along my throat, lingering before moving lower.
Ford.
His touch is different, demanding in a way that makes me shudder. My breath catches as his mouth trails fire over my skin, his grip firm as he holds me steady.
I gasp, arching between them, my hands scrambling for something to hold onto—until I feel it.
A third body.
Strong. Solid. Pressing against me from behind.
Asher.
His breath is hot against my ear, voice teasing. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I moan, caught in the middle, overwhelmed, wrecked, ruined. Their hands, their mouths, their bodies—everywhere. Consuming me, owning me.
I’m lost in them, in the way they pull me apart, unraveling me piece by piece.
The pressure peaks, coiling tight in my core. My body tenses, reaching for that final, shattering release?—
And then?—
A wet, rough lick drags up my cheek.
I jolt awake, heart hammering, breath ragged.
Sunny sits beside me on the bed, his big golden paws digging into my stomach, tail wagging as he leans in for another slobbery assault.
“Shit, Sunny,” I groan, shoving him away.
The dream lingers, heat still simmering under my skin.
I flop back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
Fuck. What the hell was that? I mean, Ford and Ash’s posters were all over the arena. I’m sure there were other posters too, but my mind kept fixating on them.
I think it’s because I’ve thought of Daisy and her hockey husbands more than I should have.
That has to be the only reason the two men infiltrated my dreams, right? Not the fact that I caught them doing exactly what I just dreamed of to another woman.
The golden retriever stares at me, tail wagging, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“Oh my god,” I groan, palming my face.
I just had a full-on threesome dream and got licked awake by a dog.
Damn.
I exhale sharply, forcing myself out of bed, face still burning as I’m trying to shake off the lingering heat of the dream.
It felt too real. Too fucking good.
Logan and Henry are already at the kitchen island, mugs of coffee in hand, plates of eggs and toast in front of them.
Henry glances up first. “Morning.”
