Page 26 of Slap Shot Daddies

Ambrose lifts an eyebrow, a curious tilt to his head. "No?"

I swallow hard, barely able to believe the words tumbling from my lips. "I mean…I want to try."

The rich, velvety wine has loosened my body, sending tingling sensations dancing at the edges of my nerves.

My head feels light as a feather, and my thoughts are bold and unrestrained.

Whether it's the alcohol coursing through my veins or the realization that I've spent my life cocooned in safety, for the first time, I crave the wild taste of freedom.

A hint of recklessness calls to me like a siren song.

I hear Ally’s playful voice echoing in my mind, her laughter ringing like chimes, teasing that embracing a harem lifestyle is the way to go.

A flutter of excitement stirs in my stomach. Could she be right?

Reggie, the boldest among them, rises with a languid grace, stretching his limbs like a cat basking in the sun.

A slow, confident smirk spreads across his freckled face, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Well, darling, are you ready to be a little less boring?” he teases.

I swallow hard. He extends his hand, and though I hesitate, the moment I place my hand in his, he doesn’t merely help me up; he sweeps me into his arms effortlessly, as if I weigh nothing at all.

“C’mon,lads,” he calls over his shoulder, his Scottish accent rolling smoothly with a hint of teasing. “Unless you’re still hungry for something else.”

Braden grins, rising with a lazy stretch, his arms reaching behind his head like the wings of a great bird. “Nah, dessert sounds better,” he replies with a wink.

Ambrose hesitates for a moment, but the flicker of fire in his hazel eyes betrays his intrigue. He follows, unable to resist the pull of the moment.

I’m nestled against Reggie’s chest, my face buried in his warmth. He carries me toward his room.

My skin tingles with anticipation, flushed with a heat that steals my breath.

For once, I don’t want to overthink this.

I just want to surrender to the sensation, to feel without restraint.

Reggie gently sets me down on his bed, the soft sheets cool against my flushed skin. The room is dimly lit, casting everything in a warm, intimate glow.

My heart races as I look up at the three of them, towering over me with hungry eyes.

Braden kneels beside the bed, his fingers tracing my jawline. "Last chance to back out," he murmurs, his voice husky.

I shake my head, my breath catching in my throat. "I want this," I whisper.

Ambrose moves to the other side, his usual stoic expression replaced by something darker, more primal. He brushes a strand of hair from my face.

Reggie, standing at the foot of the bed, slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. "Remember, love," he says, his accent thick with desire, "you're in control. If anything feels too much, just say so."

I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the expanse of steel-cut abs revealed as Reggie shrugs off his shirt.

My gaze travels over the defined muscles of his chest and shoulders, a small gasp escaping my lips.

Braden's hand slides down my neck, his thumb brushing over my collarbone, his green eyes dark with want, and his cologne smells so good as he leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

His mouth is hot and insistent, tasting of wine and desire. I melt into it, my good hand coming up to tangle in his hair.

As Braden kisses me breathless, I feel Ambrose's lips on my neck, trailing fire down to my shoulder. His perfect teeth graze my skin, eliciting a soft moan that's swallowed by Braden's kiss.

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