Page 114 of Cross Check Daddies
I take a sip of my drink, adjusting my stance. Cam edges closer, nudging my shoulder with his.
“You see that dress?” he mutters.
“Trying not to get hard in public,” I reply.
Brooke turns, leans up, and kisses Ace softly. It’s sweet, tender, intimate in a way that doesn’t beg for attention. But then she comes to me. Wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me like we’ve got no one to answer to. Her fingers slide into my hair. I grip her waist, thumb brushing the side of her baby bump.
Then she turns to Cam, cupping his jaw. Their kiss is slow. Intentional. The room stutters but doesn’t stop. Ivy’s watching with amusement. Leo toasts us from across the room with a mock salute. Everyone here already knows. Or guesses. No one questions it anymore.
After the toast—Jackson even gives a short speech Ace wrote with him about retiring and dinosaurs and ice and being the coolest coach ever—we circle back to each other. The lights have softened, the crowd has thinned, and Brooke leans into me with this lazy smirk that makes my cock twitch.
“You good?” I ask, palm against the small of her back.
“Very,” she says, lips brushing my cheek. “But I might be better if we weren’t in formalwear and a room full of people.”
Cam slides in on her other side. “Say the word, baby.”
She hums. “Where’s Jackson?”
“With Ivy,” Ace answers from behind, his voice lower, gravel warm. “Movie night. I gave her my credit card to get him all the snacks.”
Brooke turns to look at all of us, eyes glowing with mischief. “So, you planned this.”
Cam snorts. “We’re not amateurs.”
Ace chuckles, already pulling his phone from his pocket. “Penthouse suite is booked. Let’s go.”
We take the back elevator of a five-star hotel overlooking Biscayne Bay. The suite is massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a private balcony, and a king-sized bed that looks like sin. Brooke walks in first and lets her heels fall off with a sigh. She turns to face us, barefoot, eyes burning.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” she says softly. “You. All of you.”
We move like gravity.
Ace kisses her first. His hands cradle her face, and she melts into him. Cam peels the zipper of her dress down slowly while I ease the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are fuller now, sensitive. Cam kisses each one gently. Brooke gasps, tipping her head back. Ace trails his fingers down her side, over her belly, murmuring against her neck. “You’re gorgeous.”
She reaches for me next, pulling me into her kiss. I lift her, carry her to the bed, and lay her down like she’s precious. The men I love like brothers flank her. And I kneel at the end of the bed, parting her thighs, ready to worship.
Her thighs fall open like they’ve been waiting for this. For us. The glow from the window spills over her skin, soft and golden.Her lips are parted. Her eyes locked on mine. And when I drag my tongue over the inside of her knee, she sucks in a breath sharp enough to crack glass.
“You look wrecked already,” I murmur, sliding higher as I drag her panties off her. “We haven’t even started.”
Ace presses a kiss to her temple. Cam’s hand strokes her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple until she arches into it. I hook my arms under her thighs and settle between them, lifting her just enough to make her whimper. Her cunt is slick and warm and glistening in the low light. I give her one slow lick, flat and greedy.
She moans as her fingers slide into my hair and tug.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “Tanner?—”
“That’s right,” I growl against her. “Say it again.”
Cam chuckles beside her. “He’s been starving for you.”
I eat her like I mean it. Like it’s my job, my obsession, the only thing that’ll ever matter again. Her thighs clench around me as she bucks, hips rolling, voice breaking on my name. Ace kisses her, holding her hand, while Cam rubs circles over her clit with slow, precise strokes.
It’s too much. It’s not enough.
She comes with a choked cry, trembling under our hands, and I groan as I lap up everything she gives.
