Page 59 of Hat Trick Daddies

I let my hand drop, but I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “What are you up to?” I ask softly, my voice lower than I intended.

“Nothing,” she replies quickly, glancing down at her phone again.

I hesitate for a moment, then take a breath. “Come over tonight. My place.”

She blinks, her blue eyes widening slightly, but after a moment, she nods. “Okay.”

We exchange small smiles, and then she steps around me, walking down the hall. I stand there for a moment, watching her go, feeling giddy as hell.

On the drive home I’m buzzing with anticipation, eager to spend more time with her. To show her…well, more of what I know tonight.

But as I turn onto the quiet street leading to my house, a wave of unease hits me. My place hasn’t had a woman in it since my ex-wife packed her things and left. The thought stirs something raw in my chest, a vulnerability I haven’t felt in years.

My jaw tightens as I push the thought aside. This isn’t the same. Ally isn’t her.

And then another realization hits me, what if the twins left the place a mess?

Dishes in the sink? Their stupid laundry draped over the couch again?

“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath, pressing harder on the gas pedal.

By the time I pull into the driveway, I’m already planning a speed-clean in my head. I can’t let Ally walk into a disaster zone.

I unlock the door and step inside, only to groan at the sight before me. It’s a classic bachelor pad mess, empty glasses on the coffee table, a heap of laundry in the corner, and a few takeout containers that didn’t quite make it to the trash.

“Of course,” I mutter, shrugging off my jacket and diving into cleanup mode.

I load the dishwasher and I scoop up the laundry in one arm, heading to the basement. The pile lands at the base of the washer with a satisfying thud, and I make a mental note to yell at the twins later.

With minutes to spare, I smooth out the couch cushions, light a candle to mask any lingering scents, and glance around the room. It’s not perfect, but it’s passable.

Just as I run a hand through my hair to settle it, there’s a knock at the door. My heart skips a beat, and I take a deep breath before opening it.

Ally stands there, her cheeks pink from the cold, her blonde hair slightly tousled. She’s stunning, and for a moment, I forget to speak.

“Hi,” she says softly, stepping inside.

I close the door behind her, and before I can think, we’re kissing. Her lips are soft, her touch electric, and I guide her toward the bedroom.

The world narrows to just us, her warmth, her scent, the way her fingers curl into my shirt. We’re lost in each other, her laughter soft against my neck as we stumble toward the bed.

She feels so good in my arms. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get the feeling of her out of my head. Ally’s lithe body feels so good against my skin, the curves of her waist tempting under myhands. I trace my lips over her bare skin, kissing and licking her, creating goosebumps everywhere I touch.

Ally’s giggle is infectious. It makes me want to hold her down and fuck her right on the spot, but I tell myself to have some patience.

Take your time, set the mood right. Then fuck the shit out of her.

My hands grab her firm ass and I slap my palms against them. Watching her ass jiggle, I have to taste her again, and I dive my face right between her legs, licking against her wet, delicious folds.

She opens her legs wider and arches her back up, giving me full access to her from behind, and I run my hands across her hips, pulling her up into my face more. Sucking and licking her, I keep her writhing against me, and soon I’m exploring her with my fingers, entering her and curving toward the back of her clit from the inside, to her G-spot.

I feel it, the slightly textured flesh, and she flails beneath my touch, moaning my name and crying as she gushes all over the bed.

And then, we hear a knock.

I freeze, Ally pulling back just as the door bursts open.

“Brooks…oh, shit,” Tyler says, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene.

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