Page 102 of Hat Trick Daddies

“I’m going to come,” Tyler manages to say just before his release takes him. Ally is still panting, hovering on the edge of a second orgasm, and she combs her fingers through Tyler’s hair as he shudders through his pleasure.

There’s a moment of silence between us as Tyler gathers himself to be able to step back.

“Brooks,” Ally pleads, her tone desperate. “Brooks, please. I’m so close.”

“I’m here, baby,” he says to her, replacing Tyler and lifting her into his arms.

He carries her around the edge of the desk carefully, his leg brace impeding his movements a little, and lifts her legs so she can wrap them around his waist. “Remember that night, in your kitchen?” he says to her.

She giggles, then gasps as he fills her with his cock.

“Ride me, Ally. Take what you need,” he tells her as he presses up into her welcoming heat.

I watch her riding Brooks, using him, her head tipped back, her eyes closed and her pouty lips bruised from our kisses. She doesn’t last long, shattering apart with a shriek that Brooks cut off with a deep kiss.

“Oh my God,” she moans as she comes down a little, but I can still see her legs trembling around Brooks’ waist.

“Shit, you feel good,” Brooks grits out, pumping into her a few more times before giving in with a moan.

Ally grips him more tightly, her baby bump pressed firmly between them as he finishes thrusting through his orgasm.

“I love you,” I hear myself say from a few paces away.

Ally’s eyes snap open, and she looks at me over Brooks’ shoulder, love radiating from her gaze.

“We all love you,” Tyler agrees with me.

“I have never loved anyone so much,” Brook says against her shoulder as she combs her fingers through his hair.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispers, and my heart squeezes in my chest.

Brooks lets Ally get down and stand on her own feet and we all start to get dressed. There’s a companionable silence between all of us, something real and comforting tethering us all together.

This is by far the most passionate and loving session we’ve shared and I realize that it’s made me feel so much better about our situation, about my place in it.

The office buzzes with energy as Brooks, Tyler, and I lean against Ally’s desk, unable to contain the wide grins plastered across our faces.

Ally sits in her chair, eyeing us suspiciously, her brow furrowed as she looks from one of us to the next.

“Okay, what’s going on?” she asks, her voice laced with curiosity. “Why do you all look like kids caught sneaking cookies?”

I nudge Brooks with my elbow. “You gonna tell her, or should I?”

Brooks chuckles, reaching into his coat and pulling out a neatly wrapped package. Ally’s eyes widen, her hands shooting up to cover her mouth.

“We brought you something,” he says, his voice soft but brimming with excitement. “It wasn’t the plan to give it to you now, but since we’re all here…”

She practically bounces in her seat as she takes the package, ripping the paper apart with gleeful abandon. When the contents are revealed, she gasps, her hands flying to her chest.

It’s a custom Marauders jersey, bright and bold in the team’s colors, with her last name stretched proudly across the back and the number “1” below it.

Her eyes glisten as she looks up at us, and Brooks steps forward. “No one on the team is number one, except for you, Doc,” he says warmly.

I smirk, leaning closer. “I came up with that.”

Ally laughs through her tears, pulling us all into a tight group hug. The warmth of her touch, her kisses on our cheeks, makes this moment even better.

“So, do you want to try it now?” Tyler asks, his excitement bubbling over. “We could hit the ice for a bit.”

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