Page 104 of Slap Shot Daddies

She’s spent so much time running, convincing herself that this isn’t real.

That what we have is too complicated, too messy. But life is messy. Love is messy.

I don’t care about logistics or labels or what anyone else thinks. What I care about is the way her laughter fills the room, a sound so full of joy it seems to come from somewhere deep within her.

I care about how she challenges me, pushing me to be better in a way no one else does.

I care about the warmth of her presence, how she feels like home when I touch her.

We need her.

And if I have to break down every wall she’s built, brick by stubborn brick, to make her see that, then so be it.

I draw in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs, steeling myself as I climb the worn steps to her door.

As I step onto Kenzie's porch, her front door swings open before I can even knock.

There she is, glowing with warmth, her presence soft yet unmistakably real. Without giving me a chance to say a word, she launches herself into my arms, her embrace tight around my neck, her body melding seamlessly with mine.

Instinctively, I lift her off her feet, feeling her lips meet mine, not a simple peck or a casual hello, but a kiss that runs deep, igniting a comforting warmth that spreads through my chest.

The moment is infused with her scent: warm, floral, and spicy, a fragrant tether drawing me into a sense of belonging. As she pulls back, her dark eyes shimmer with emotion.

"I missed you," she whispers, her voice quivering, and I feel a lump forming in my throat.

"Missed you too, sweetheart," I respond softly, my fingers tracing the gentle curve of her jawline. She steps aside, motioning for me to enter the house.

Inside, Reggie and Ambrose are sprawled on the couch, their faces inscrutable as they watch our reunion. Kenzie, without missing a beat, scoops up a stack of printed papers from the cluttered coffee table and distributes one to each of us.

I look down at the pages in my hand, a script?

"What the hell is this?" Ambrose grumbles, riffling through the pages with a frown.

Kenzie clears her throat, standing before us with the air of a nervous actress about to take center stage. "This," she announces, "is a slightly modified scene from one of my books."

I blink in surprise, processing her words. She squares her shoulders, draws a deep breath, and begins to read aloud with a determined, steady voice.

“’We’re so happy you’re pregnant,’ Lyle said, taking her into his arms. ‘Yes, we truly are,’ Samuel agreed, his lips caressing the side of her neck. Lifting her up between the two of them, Jarrod took her ass from behind while Samuel entered from the front. Together, they both enjoyed her, the sensation of the two of them together sending waves of pleasure throughout Josie’s body.’”

“You want to try both of us at the same time?” I ask, a daring smile across my lips.

“Yes, I do,” she says.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Kenzie

I’msurprised at how quickly they all pivot their attention toward me.

Even as their desire intoxicates me, a nervous tremor weaves through my veins, a subtle fear that I might be reaching beyond what I can bear.

The very thought of them, all entwined with me in one rapturous moment, sends sparks of unbridled lust racing through my body.

I long to feel them, each of them, weaving themselves inside me at once, to be filled completely, claimed and dominated in a way that no single man can ever achieve.

Reggie is the first to bridge the distance between us, a roguish grin playing across his lips as he disrobes us both, unveiling every inch of my longing body.

His hungry lips meet mine without hesitation, and his strong hands roam eagerly over my newly exposed skin, igniting a shivering anticipation.

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