Page 52 of Hat Trick Daddies

Nick and Tyler walk on either side of me, their energy unmistakably smug. Nick’s bandaged hand rests casually in his jacket pocket, while Tyler’s grin hasn’t faded since we left the office.

“Well,” Tyler says, his voice low and teasing as we reach the parking lot doors. “That was…educational.”

Nick chuckles, pulling out his phone. “Let’s exchange numbers, Doc. Just in case we need to plan another…session.”

I roll my eyes, though a small smile tugs at my lips as I type my number into his phone. Tyler hands me his next, his smirk only growing as he leans in slightly. “Don’t forget me.”

With numbers exchanged and a few more smart-ass comments passed around, we step outside into the brisk night air. I shiver slightly, the cold biting against my flushed skin as I head to my car.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, I glance in the rearview mirror and see the twins climbing into their own car. Tyler gives a quick beep of the horn as they pull out, and I wave absently, my heart still racing.

As their taillights disappear into the distance, the exhilaration of the evening begins to fade, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The rush of adrenaline is still there, but now it’s accompanied by a pang of guilt that settles uncomfortably in my chest.

What am I doing?

The question echoes in my mind as I replay the events of the past couple of days. First Brooks, now Nick and Tyler.

The memory of Brooks comes unbidden, the way he looked at me, the tenderness in his touch. With him, it was emotional, almost reverent, like he was giving me a piece of himself with every kiss, every movement.

But the twins? That was something entirely different.

It was raw, untamed, powerful.

They didn’t just make me feel wanted, they made me feel alive in a way I’d never experienced before.

There was no hesitation, no holding back. It was primal, and it unlocked something inside me I didn’t even know was there.

I bite my lip, the conflicting emotions swirling in my chest. Guilt and exhilaration. Regret and fulfillment. They’re all tangled together, impossible to separate.

As I sit there in the quiet of my car, I let myself breathe.

Maybe this isn’t a bad thing,I think, the thought breaking through the haze of guilt. For so long, I’d been the good girl, the one who always did what was expected, who never colored outside the lines.

But now? Now, I’m discovering things about myself that I never gave myself permission to explore.

Brooks has shown me intimacy, the depth of connection that sex could bring.

The twins? They taught me something entirely different—how to embrace my power, my desires.

It’s like I’ve been unlocking pieces of myself, piece by piece, after years of holding them under lock and key.

I glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and my eyes, my eyes look brighter, alive.

This is what I was missing when I saved myself for so long, waiting for…for what, exactly? Some mythical perfect moment, with a perfect man, in a perfect life that doesn’t even exist?

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. Maybe it’s not about being perfect. Maybe it’s about letting myself feel, letting myself be fulfilled.

As I start the car and pull out of the parking lot, my phone buzzes on the passenger seat. At the next red light, I glance down to see two new messages, the first from Tyler.

>> You were amazing tonight. Can’t wait for next time.

The second from Nick.

>> Doc. That was incredible. Let’s make this a regular thing.

I can’t help but smile, the words sending a warm rush through me. They don’t know. They don’t know I’m so new to all of this.

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