Page 40 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
Stepping into the press room with Andy in tow feels surreal. The elevated dais, the neat row of mics. This space has always belonged to Coach Henley, Penny, and Barb.
Not me. Notus. And yet, here we are.
I can’t stop the flashbacks: being with both of them in the darker corners of this building. Right here. Right under everyone’s nose. And in the library of that mansion. I never meant for any of this to happen. It was supposed to be one wild night. A celebration. A memory I’d keep tucked away forever. They were mine. And I was theirs for the taking.
Before that night, I wasn’t reckless. I wasn’t the kind of woman who chased chaos or lived for thrills. But the truth? My actions shattered that illusion.
Andy shuts the door just as David rises from his seat at the dais. His gaze flicks from me to Andy, confusion already knitting into his brow.
I don’t allow myself to hesitate. It’s now or never. The band-aid needs to be ripped off.
“There was a masquerade ball three years ago,” I begin, my voice steadier than I feel. “At a mansion. And I did something bold. Risky. In the library that night.”
I swallow, then look between them.
“I’m convinced you two were part of it.”
The silence that follows is heavy. Thick. I glance at the clock just above David’s head. Five seconds. Six. Seven. Eight.
Then, finally, David blinks. “Phoenix?”
"That's right."
“Killer red dress,” Andy says, softer now. “Sequined mask. You.”
“Lion and Jester. So that just leaves Wolf.” I don’t say the name. Not yet. Not until I’m sure.
David is already moving, patting himself down like he’s lost his wallet.
“Where the hell is my phone?” he mutters, hands diving into his pockets before he crouches to look under the table.
“I’ve got mine,” Andy offers, pulling it out.
“Text Shane. Make it a 911 so he knows it’s serious.”
Shane Jacobson.My suspicion is finally confirmed.
Andy types fast. “Done.”
David keeps pacing, still looking for his phone, until Andy’s buzzes with a ping. David grabs it before Andy can even blink, typing furiously before tossing it back.
“Stop asking questions and get your ass in the press room, pronto,” he mumbles, sending the message.
The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on. My nerves betray me. I’m tapping my foot, jittery and restless, like I might take off running at any second.
Get it together, Leighton.Breathe. You’re about to tell them about Luna.
But being here, with them,allof them, again? It’s suddenly too much. Too close. Too loud, even in the silence. The air feels too tight. Too real.
When Shane bursts through the door, breathless and flushed, and handsome as ever, I know before he says a word. It’s the way he smells. Rich spices tangled with musk, warm and earthy.That same scent clung to me when he fed my mouth his cock with his hand around my throat.
I don’t wait.
I step in close, grab his collar, and yank it down, exposing the unmistakable grid-like scar carved along his chest and shoulder. Hell, I'd pull his pants down to check for that birthmark, but I don't need to. This… this is enough.
Wolf.
The man with the biggest cock I’ve ever taken. The one who made me come so hard I couldn’t stop shaking, and then came so deep inside me, we both ended up dripping down my thighs. A wet, messy trail all over that velvet chaise.
