Page 85 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
I can’t stop the cry that leaves my throat, can’t stop my thighs from trembling and squeezing against Reece’s head even as he groans against me, savoring every last pulse of it.
When it’s over, I sag into Liam.
His arms come around me easily, strong and warm, anchoring me against his chest.
His heartbeat is steady against my back, and for a moment melt into it, breathing in the faint, clean scent of his skin.
Jack shifts in the doorway, snapping my attention back to him.
He’s wearing that familiar unreadable expression, sweeping his gaze over the three of us slowly.
When he pushes away from the frame of the door, he says, “You all done now?”
I should be floating high and weightless, living on cloud nine with two gorgeous men wrapped around me.
But instead, a creeping dread curls low in my chest, wrapping around my ribs and squeezing tight.
Jack doesn’t wait for an answer.
He turns on his heel, walking away without another word, his footsteps heavy against the wood until they fade down the hall.
“Don’t let him get to you,” Liam murmurs, running his fingers through the ends of my hair.
Reece nods in agreement.
He sits back on his heels, his lips glistening faintly before he drags a tongue over them to lick them clean.
His cock is still thick and heavy at his hips, but it’s clear his focus has shifted entirely.
“He’s just pissed we didn’t tell him to join us.” The corner of his mouth kicks up like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
I let out a shaky laugh I don’t quite feel, wishing I could take their advice and brush it off.
I want to hold on to what just happened and stay wrapped up in this afterglow.
But under all of that…the guilt creeps in, steady and slow.
I didn’t promise Jack anything yesterday.
There were no rules set, no boundaries drawn. And yet, the way he looked at me, like I’d crossed a line only we knew existed, sticks in my mind like a splinter I can’t dig out from under my skin.
“Least Carson won’t be coming up,” Reece says.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Jack told him not to come up. Made up some excuse so he’s staying back in town.”
My brows shoot up before I can stop them. “Wait, what? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Relief comes first because the idea of facing my dad after everything that’s happened here feels like the kind of stress that would grind me down to nothing.
But the relief tangles immediately with confusion.
Sure, I’m glad he isn’t coming.
Well, more than glad if we’re being honest that I won’t have to look my father in the eye with the memory of his best friends’ hands still fresh on my body.
But why keep that from me? Why wouldn’t Jack tell me? Especially after…
