Page 81 of Slap Shot Daddies

My fingers continue their relentless teasing of her clit, perfectly in sync with Reggie's thrusts. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear for her, she breaks away from Braden's kiss, throwing her head back against Reggie's shoulder as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.

"That's it, baby," Braden murmurs encouragingly in her ear. "Come for us, we want to see your pretty face when you let it all go.”

His words push her over the edge. She cries out as her orgasm washes over her in waves, her body trembling between them. Reggie groans, his hips stuttering against her as he climaxes.

With a grunt I pull her toward me, my cock leaving her hand and diving deep into her.

“Yes, fuck me hard,” she groans, bucking her hips backward as she feels me thicken harder and harder, the orgasm building stronger and stronger until I can’t take it anymore and dump myself into her, too.

“My turn,” Braden says, grabbing her tightly and thrusting himself inside once I shift myself away.

I breathe heavily as I watch him fuck her, bending her over and thrusting himself into our juices. She shakes and drenches him, yelping with pleasure.

His hand grabs her throat, pulling her back to him as he licks against her neck and bites at her earlobe.

“I want to feel you come again, I want to feel you quivering on my cock as I come deep inside you.”

He doesn’t have to tell her twice.

Later, the four of us squeeze into my spacious SUV.

The windows are iced over slightly from the chill outside, creating a cozy cocoon of warmth within. Reggie’s cracking jokes, his enchanting Scottish lilt adding a humorous twist to every word, while Kenzie’s face is aglow, her eyes sparkling like stars as she laughs along.

Her hand rests lightly on my thigh, and every gentle brush of her fingers sends a comforting wave of warmth flooding through my entire being.

It’s as if I’m glimpsing a future I could truly envision. A life where all of us are under one roof, raising kids, and navigating the twists and turns of life together. It’s the dream I never knew I harbored.

But then there’s Braden.

He sits quieter than usual, his piercing emerald eyes fixed intently on the road ahead. He takes a sip of his coffee, but it’s clear that his mind is elsewhere, not really with us in spirit.

His usual playful teasing is conspicuously absent, leaving a void that hints at something amiss.

I steal a glance at him in the rearview mirror. “You good, man?” I ask gently.

He forces a smile, but it’s thin and tight, lacking its usual warmth. “Yeah. Just tired,” he replies.

Liar.

Kenzie briefly squeezes my hand, her touch a silent reassurance, like she can sense the tension coiling within me.

Her presence grounds me, yet I can’t shake the feeling that Braden is withholding something important.

I try to brush it off, maybe he’s simply having an off day.

But the negative feeling persists, souring the sweetness of our easy morning together as I navigate into the rink’s parking lot.

Practice starts rough.

The biting cold sting of the ice beneath my skates, usually a razor-sharp trigger for my focus, feels distant today.

There’s something off, way off, about Braden.

He’s playing like he’s wrestling with unseen demons, each movement charged with an intensity that borders on desperation. His checks land with a forceful thud, harder than necessary, and his speed verges on reckless abandonment.

The cavernous rink resonates with the slap of sticks, the sound bouncing sharply off the walls with the piercing clatter of pucks ricocheting against the boards.

I push myself forward, striving to find my center, yet every few seconds, my gaze instinctively darts back to Braden.

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