Page 32 of Cross Check Daddies (Miami Icemen #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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Asher’s leaning against the side of his truck, keys in hand, smug like he knows he’s doing me a favor he’ll never let me forget.

“Brand new boat,” he says, tossing the keys. “Treat her like a lady.”

“I’ll bring her back better than I found her,” I grin.

“Just clean up whatever weird moaning happens in the cabin,” he laughs.

“Go to hell.”

We’re halfway loading up supplies—cooler, towels, Bluetooth speaker—when Cam steps out.

“You going out?”

I nod. “Sunrise trip.”

His gaze narrows. “With her?”

“Yeah.”

Cam hesitates, then shrugs like it costs him something. “I’m coming.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. We should talk. All three of us.”

Asher watches this unfold, then grins as he fires off a text. “Let her know he’s joining. Don’t want to scare her.”

I shoot off the message, keep it simple. Cam’s coming too. Hope that’s okay.

Three minutes later, she replies.

Yeah. It’s okay.

By the time we get the boat untied and drifting, Cam’s already in the small galley kitchen, cracking eggs into a pan, bacon sizzling. It's his way of smoothing tension.

The sun’s still yawning its way up the horizon, sky bleeding orange and gold, when I see her.

She’s walking down the dock in a white button-down tied over her bikini, long legs bare, hair swept into a high bun. Sunglasses sit on top of her head, and she looks like she’s straight out of a movie. And she’s walking toward us .

Cam whistles under his breath.

I don’t even try to hide my smile. I meet her halfway, take her bag, and brush my lips over her cheek. She’s soft and flushed and smells like sunscreen and jasmine.

“You look?—”

“Don’t say it,” she cuts in.

I grin. “Too late. You look beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the way her lips twitch.

We head out, water slicing beneath us as we cruise toward open blue. Cam brings her a plate, sets it in her lap as she settles into the bench, legs tucked beneath her.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Not bad,” she says. “Less nausea today. Just tired and kinda… stretched thin emotionally.”

I sit beside her. “That’s fair.”

She stares at the water for a long beat. Then she says, “Thank you both. For not making this harder than it already is.”

Cam shrugs. “We’re trying.”

I nod. “We’re still figuring it out.”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” she says.

“You’re not,” Cam tells her. “We came into this eyes open.”

She sets her plate aside. “Even with Ace?”

The air tightens a little.

She glances at us, then sighs. “We talked. Sort of.”

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “It was emotional. But honest. He said he wants to be with me.”

“That surprised you?”

“No,” she says. “But I think it surprised him .”

We drop anchor near a calm cove, the kind of place where the water glitters and everything goes still. She strips off her shirt, revealing the dark blue bikini underneath. Then she dives in.

Cam follows. I don’t hesitate either.

The water’s cooler than expected, but welcome. She floats between us, her head back, fingers trailing the surface.

“This is nice,” she murmurs.

“You are,” Cam says.

She turns, eyes meeting his.

I see it coming before she does. She swims close to me, laughing, and when her thigh brushes mine, I’m instantly hard. She notices. Her smile falters into something darker. Hungrier.

I grab her waist and pull her to me.

She gasps softly.

“Been dying to taste you again,” I murmur, brushing my mouth against hers. I kiss her slowly, not rushing anything. Her fingers curl into my shoulder.

Then I spin her gently, letting her back meet my chest.

Cam glides in closer, eyes dark. He leans forward and kisses her too. It’s slower, deeper. Her body arches between us, caught in this delicious tension.

“Fuck, sugar,” Cam breathes against her lips.

She lets out the softest moan.

I kiss her neck. “Let’s head to the boat.”

She nods.

Once aboard, I guide her below deck, Cam following. She climbs the short ladder into the cabin, wiping saltwater from her skin, hair wet and clinging to her neck. I reach for her, undressing her slowly, taking my time with each tie, each strap.

Cam moves behind her, hands sliding with intention over the curve of her waist, anchoring her gently but firmly as if she might drift away. There’s reverence in his touch, the kind that comes from knowing her body too well.

Together, we ease her back onto the narrow bed, her skin still glistening from the ocean, salt-kissed and warm beneath our palms. Her thighs part slightly as she sinks into the mattress, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Her hair’s tangled over the pillow, damp from the swim, and her cheeks are flushed like she’s already halfway to coming undone.

I press a kiss low on her stomach, right above the slight swell we’ve both imagined growing there.

“Our baby,” I murmur.

She exhales shakily. A small, involuntary sound escapes her—more breath than voice—but her fingers twitch where they rest at her sides. She’s trembling with anticipation.

It’s slow, the way we touch her. Not because we don’t want to rush—God, we do—but because there’s too much meaning between us now. Cam and I know every signal she gives off, the flick of her lashes, the soft catch in her throat. This isn’t a first; it’s something deeper.

He kisses her shoulder, tongue dragging along her collarbone while I stroke my palm down her thigh, mapping the tight lines of muscle and softness, enjoying the faintest tremor running through her when my fingers drift higher.

Her head falls back, fully aware of what’s happening—what she’s asking for—and she gives in to it, eyes locked on mine, then flicking to Cam as he grazes her jaw with his mouth.

She’s caught between us, breathless, already wrecked in the best way.

My hand moves to her breast, cupping it gently, thumb circling the stiff peak until her hips twitch upward. Cam’s hand trails her other thigh, knuckles brushing her inner skin before he slides higher. We move in tandem, bodies angled to give her space to feel everything. Every brush, every breath.

Her voice is unsteady when it breaks through the silence. “Fuck, I want—both of you.”

Cam’s grin is slow and dangerous as he presses a kiss just below her ear. "You’ve got us.”

I lower my mouth to her chest, tongue tracing the valley between her breasts before I suck one nipple into my mouth. She arches under me, her back bowing slightly, fingers burying into my hair.

Cam’s behind her now, one arm curled beneath her waist to hold her up as his other hand slides fully between her thighs. She gasps. Her thighs twitch around his wrist, her entire body clenching.

“Still so fucking wet,” he says, voice hoarse with restraint.

I glance up, meet his eyes over the slope of her stomach. He doesn’t need to speak. We’ve done this before, but it’s never felt like this—never with someone we both want this much.

He kisses her again, deep and slow, and she melts into it while I shift down. I trail kisses over her hips, then lower, mouth hovering just above her slick heat. Her thighs fall open for me without a word.

“Don’t be gentle,” she pants, voice breaking as she fists the sheet.

Cam’s breath punches out of him like she knocked the wind from his chest.

I wrap both arms under her thighs and bury my mouth between them. She jerks like she’s been shocked. Then she moans—loud, raw, completely unfiltered—and grabs at my hair like she’s trying to keep herself grounded.

Cam murmurs something against her ear, something only she hears. Whatever it is, it makes her whimper.

I suck, I lick, I tease until her hips are grinding, desperate and messy. She’s clenching around nothing, crying out, her breath ragged. I don’t stop until she’s gone—until she’s coming hard, thighs clamping around my head, body shaking.

Only then do I move back up her body, kissing her soft belly, then just under her navel, where I press my mouth and say, again, lower this time, “Ours.”

Her entire chest shudders.

Cam is already stroking her hair, brushing it back from her damp forehead. “Still okay?”

She blinks up at us, eyes glazed but shining. “Yeah. I’m—God, I’m perfect.”

There’s nothing frantic about what comes next. No rush. Just quiet awe. Cam undresses slowly while I keep her anchored with my body, mouth kissing a slow path from her navel to her ribs, over each breast, along her neck.

She reaches for both of us.

Cam’s hand finds hers first, fingers lacing together as he brings her knuckles to his lips. I settle between her legs again, kissing the inside of her thigh while her other hand threads into my hair, tugging gently.

We give her everything.

Cam gives her his mouth—his tongue dragging up her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive place behind her ear. He knows exactly where to kiss to make her body jerk, where to bite to make her whimper. His voice is low in her ear, filthy and loving all at once.

I give her my fingers first. Just two, slipping into that soaked heat while my tongue circles her clit in slow strokes. Her body arches, one thigh pressed to my shoulder, the other trembling against Cam’s chest.

She’s greedy for it—her hips moving in frantic little circles, grinding into my face, into my hand. Cam strokes his cock slowly where she can see it, heavy and flushed and leaking at the tip, and she reaches for him with a needy sound in her throat.

“I need you,” she pants, eyes locked on his cock like she’s starving.

He moves above her, not hurried but hungry, guiding the tip of his cock to her mouth. She opens for him instantly, tongue out, lips wet. He groans as she takes him deep, barely able to keep his composure as her mouth wraps around him.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

I keep my mouth on her clit, tongue flicking and flattening while I curl my fingers inside her.

She’s dripping now, slick pouring down her thighs, her moans muffled around Cam’s cock.

She can’t stay still. Her whole body is a live wire—hips jerking, her free hand fisting the sheets as her thighs start to close around my head.

“Too much,” she gasps when she pulls back from Cam’s cock for air, voice wrecked. “It’s too much—I’m gonna?—”

And then she comes again. Hard.

It slams into her so fast, so deep, her body locks up, and her mouth falls open in a soundless cry. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, sucking me in, pulsing with every wave. I slow down, coax her through it, gentle now, letting her ride it out while Cam strokes her face, kisses her forehead.

She’s dazed when we switch positions.

Cam moves between her legs, not asking—just waiting. I hold her thighs open, watching the way she looks up at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted.

“Can I?” he whispers.

She nods. No hesitation. “Yes. Give me your cock. I need it.”

He lines himself up and pushes in slowly, letting her stretch around him inch by inch until he bottoms out. She makes this soft, choked noise—half-pain, half-pleasure—and clutches at my arm like she needs something to hold onto.

He’s thick inside her, buried to the hilt, and her body shudders trying to take it.

“That’s it,” I whisper, brushing her hair back. “Take him, baby. You can take all of it.”

She breathes through it, then begins to move—rocking her hips, pulling Cam deeper. He’s panting now, thrusts long and slow at first, then rougher as she begs for it.

I climb up beside her, letting her pull my cock into her hand. She strokes me fast, messy, her wrist slick from her own arousal, eyes flicking between us.

“I want both,” she whispers. “Please.”

Cam stills inside her, breathing ragged. I move behind her, one arm around her waist as I press slow kisses to her shoulder.

“You sure?” I ask against her skin.

“Yes. I want to feel full. I want all of you.”

I lube myself with the slickness already coating her, then push gently against her tight rim. She gasps, whole body trembling, but she doesn’t pull away—she pushes back.

Cam kisses her while I stretch her slowly, giving her time. Inch by inch, I work myself into her until we’re both buried inside. Her cunt grips Cam while her ass stretches around me, and she’s sandwiched between us, her body taken and worshipped in equal measure.

She’s shaking, sweating, moaning like she’s never been touched like this before.

We hold her there, completely filled, completely ours.

Then we start to move.

Cam fucks her slow and deep while I thrust behind her, our rhythm synchronized, grinding into her until she’s keening. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth drops open. Her nails drag down my arm. She’s unraveling in our hands, not just fucked but held , not just taken but adored .

“Mine,” Cam growls, hips slamming forward.

“Ours,” I correct, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck as I drive in harder.

Her body tenses—then explodes.

She comes with a scream, full-body, legs locking, both holes clenching around us so tightly it nearly pulls us under with her. I spill inside her first, groaning into her shoulder, then Cam follows, buried to the root as he curses and falls apart.

We stay tangled like that, breathing hard, her body trembling between us.

No one speaks for a long moment.

Then she whispers, soft but sure, “I’ve never felt more loved.”

And we believe her.