Page 12 of Storm

Remi reached over to put her finger in a corner of the frosting where no one would notice, and at the same time, it was almost as if a light bulb lit up over Carlee’s head.

She sat up straight and tipped her head, a smirk on her lips. “That’s okay, Daddy. We don’t need a knife. We can feed each other.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Carlee plunged her fingers right into the center of the cake. The vibrant icing squished between her fingers, and with a mischievous grin, she swiped it across Remi’s cheek in one bold, sticky streak. Remi froze for a split second, her eyes wide with shock before a squeal erupted from her lips, high-pitched and full of disbelief.

But the surprise didn’t last long. With a quick, retaliatory maneuver, Remi scooped up a handful of frosting and smeared it across Carlee’s face, her movements swift and unrelenting. Carlee let out a giggle that turned into a full-blown laugh, the sound bubbling over as the sugary chaos began to unfold.

Before Brook could fully process what was happening, frosting and cake chunks were flying through the air. Ivy took aim, walloping a dollop of frosting across Brook’s cheek with an unapologetic grin. Brook retaliated instantly, smooshing a handful of sticky sweetness onto Ivy’s face, her laughter mingling with the squeals and shrieks echoing through the room.

The chaos grew louder, more joyful, as frosting-covered fingers and excitement filled the air. The girls moved with reckless abandon, their screams of delight punctuated by giggles that turned into uncontrollable laughter. Frosting clung to faces, hair, and clothes, the once-perfect cake now a battlefield of sugary mayhem. It was wild, messy, and absolutely everything—a moment of unrestrained joy none of them would soon forget.

It was chaos.

Pure and innocent. But total chaos.

“Freeze!” Steele boomed, cutting through the noise.

Each Little froze in place, including Brook. She glanced around, taking in the mess they’d created, which was a bit horrifying. It looked like the cake had exploded.

“Did you girls not learn anything from the last birthday party?” Steele demanded, his eyes narrowed.

Yikes. Steele was intimidating when he was like this.

Remi put her index finger in her mouth and sucked off the frosting, pulling it out with a loud pop. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of the girls, but I learned I like Oreo cake more than chocolate cake.”

“Remi!” Kade scolded. “Watch the sass. You’re already in enough trouble.”

Trouble? Oh, shoot. Brook hadn’t thought about that. Were the menreallymad?

As she slowly scanned each of their stern faces, it seemed like a few were struggling to keep from laughing.

“Daddy, it’s a tradition. We have to smear cake on each other at our birthdays. Picture it like mud wrestling, but instead, we use delicious frosting,” Carlee said, grinning up at Atlas.

Out of the corner of her eye, someone shifted, catching her attention. When she turned, her gaze collided with Storm’s. He stared back at her, his expression every bit as stern as it had been earlier, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Unlike the other men, there was no trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His gaze was steady, unyielding, and wholly unreadable.

Uh oh.

Brook swallowed hard, her heart skipping a beat as her cheeks heated. She couldn’t look away, even though every instinct told her she should. Her pulse quickened when she noticed the subtle movement of his hand. His fingers brushed over his short beard, slow and deliberate, but she didn’t miss the way his hand seemed to twitch once, twice, and then a third, as though resisting the urge to act.

At that moment, she was deeply relieved Stormwasn’ther Daddy because if he had been, she had no doubt she’d be in trouble.

“You naughty girls are cleaning up this mess. And tonight, before bed, I’m sure we’ll all be having a chat.”

Brook was pretty sure a chat meant a spanking. Carlee told her that Atlas spanked hera lot, but only because she wanted and needed it. Most of the time she was naughty, it was on purpose just so she would end up over his knee.

She peeked at Storm’s hand again and squeezed her thighs together. What would it be like to be spanked by the man? His hand was in proportion to the rest of him. He was so big and broad, even with her curves, she was sure he could hold her down.

Crap. That thought sent a tingle through her, right down to her pussy. Her breasts suddenly felt heavier and more sensitive, and her heart raced. When was the last time she’d gotten turned on by thoughts of a man? She had no idea, but even then, she’d never reacted to anyone this intensely.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Carlee said softly.

Atlas smirked. “You’re forgiven, baby. It’s not like we’re really surprised. You girls truly seem determined to make this a tradition no matter how hard we paddle your butts when you do it.”

Heat radiated from Brook’s core, and she dipped her head, unable to keep her gaze on Storm. Despite that, she felt his stare practically searing into her.

“Okay, get this cleaned up. I suggest you don’t start a second food fight while you do,” Kade told them.

Several of the men provided them with cleaning supplies and then left Brook and the other Littles to wipe up the mess. It really was a waste of good cake, but dang, it was also a blast.

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