Page 71 of Cross Check Daddies
“You totally have!” she’s giggling now, toppling sideways. “You’re crazy. I love it.”
I shake my head, biting back a smile. “There’s... a rhythm to it.”
“Oh God, there’s aschedule? I need popcorn.”
“Not officially. It just sort of... works.”
“Explain. And use names. This is for science.”
I set my wine down and stretch out. “Mondays are usually Cam. He brings takeout, makes me laugh, rubs my feet, and loves to caress me. We stay up late on the balcony. He never stays the night unless I ask—but lately, he’s been staying more.”
Ivy sighs. “Sensitive hands and emotional damage. Classic.”
“Mid-week? Tanner. Wednesday or Thursday, depending on his schedule.
He shows up with a playlist or a motorcycle helmet and sayslet’s go. He kisses me before we even lock the door. It’s fast and filthy and always ends with me wrecked and him making some dumb joke to make me laugh until I can breathe again.”
She closes her eyes like she’s trying to manifest him. “Damn, I want that so badly it’s offensive.”
“And Fridays are usually Ace. Always brings something—flowers, a new game, sometimes groceries like he’s checking in on my nutrition. We talk. We game. And when we finally end up in bed, it’s slow and locked-in and... I don’t know. He makes me feel like I’m the only thing he sees.”
Ivy makes a noise that’s half groan, half growl. “Ihateyou.”
“I spend weekends with Jackson. Just us. No boys. No mess. Pancakes, cartoons, the occasional Nerf war. It resets me.”
She reaches for the wine bottle. “So let me get this straight. You’re basically in a rotating buffet of orgasms, companionship, and emotional intimacy... with boundaries?”
“Pretty much.”
“And they’re fine with it?”
“They’re more than fine. They’re... respectful. No one’s trying to stake a claim. They push when I need it. Back off when I ask.”
She narrows her eyes. “This is my villain origin story.”
I laugh. “You’re just jealous because your longest relationship this year was with your DoorDash driver.”
“Who remembered my sauce, thank you very much.”
“I’m serious though. I don’t know how long this will last, or what it becomes, but it’s working. And I’m not breaking it just to make it look more normal.”
Ivy lifts her glass. “To depravity. And to you, you lucky bitch.”
“To wine,” I say, clinking mine against hers, “and the fact that none of them mind being my Wednesday, Friday, or whatever.”
She smirks. “I bet they don’t. I wouldn’t either. Look at you. Miami’s hottest startup CEO by day, filthy harem queen by night.”
I bury my face in my hands. “Ivy.”
“I’m serious! Although... two of them are brothers. Like, actual blood brothers. That’s gotta complicate any spicy group daydreams.”
I sip again, letting that hang in the air. She’s not wrong. I’ve danced around it in my head, but the dynamic between Cam and Tanner isn’t exactly built for that kind of closeness. Especially not with me in the middle. Literally or otherwise.
She tops off our glasses with a smirk. “So, what’s your end goal here, madam seductress? You planning on picking one eventually or just letting it ride?”
I shrug, stretching my legs out. “I don’t know. Right now? I’m just dating. I’m having fun. It’s not a game. I like them. I’m not leading them on.”
“Okay. So... future?”
