Page 37 of Cross Check Daddies (Miami Icemen #3)

Ace touches my belly. “Doesn’t change a thing.”

Cam adds, “They are our babies. Period.”

The fire pops again, a sharp spark leaping upward.

We’ve hinted at this before. Danced around it in private, behind closed doors, in gasping kisses and whispered maybes. But this, this is different. They’re all here now. In front of me. Saying it out loud. No hedging. No hiding.

It’s not just a possibility anymore. It’s a choice. A promise. A we .

I swallow against the tightness in my throat. “You mean that?”

Cam’s voice is quiet. “I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

Tanner’s hand brushes my hair back. “And I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you with your son. You were radiant.”

Ace’s thumb strokes slow circles on my knee. “And I’ve never been more certain of anything.”

The breath I draw in shakes my ribs. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Cam smiles. “We know.”

“I mean…” My voice dips. “I’m scared. I’m pregnant. I’m exhausted. The world is watching us, and I don’t know what comes next.”

“But?” Ace asks gently.

“But I’m falling for you,” I whisper. “All of you. I already have.”

The silence hums around us—hot and thick with wanting.

Then they move. All three of them.

Cam kisses me first, his hand cradling my jaw as his mouth slides over mine. It’s soft, reverent, his lips tasting like memory and unspoken promises. He kisses me like he’s been starving for years and finally found his way home.

Then Tanner’s there, his hands on my hips as he dips down and kisses me with heat—campfire smoke and beer on his tongue, his body pressed close enough to steal my breath. His fingers sneak beneath the hem of my hoodie, palms warm on my skin.

Ace doesn’t rush. He grips the back of my neck with one hand, the other sliding up my spine as he kisses behind my ear, down the side of my throat, his breath hot. When he finally captures my mouth, it’s with quiet hunger, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of every sound I make.

They move in unison, laying me back on the blanket just off the fire pit, the sand warm beneath me, the night around us fading to nothing. Fingers pull gently at my clothes—zippers sliding, fabric peeling away—and I let them undress me inch by inch. I don’t feel exposed. I feel seen.

Cam’s mouth finds my breast, tongue circling my nipple before sucking it into the heat of his mouth. Tanner’s kissing down my stomach, his stubble scraping just enough to make me twitch. Ace is behind me now, propped on one elbow, one hand bracing my thigh open as he watches.

They touch like they’ve learned me by heart.

Tanner parts my thighs and moans under his breath when he sees how wet I already am. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

He leans in, dragging his tongue through my folds. I cry out, hips lifting, one hand fisting in his hair. Cam slides a finger between my lips and into my mouth. I suck on it instinctively, and his cock jumps where it presses against my side.

“Take your time,” Ace murmurs to Tanner. “Make her come just like that.”

And Tanner does—his tongue relentless, lips sucking my clit until I’m writhing under their hands. My thighs tremble, my spine bows, and I come hard, gasping their names.

They don’t stop. Cam’s kissing down my belly now, kneeling between my legs. His cock is thick and heavy in his hand as he strokes himself once before lining up.

“You want me inside you?” he asks, voice ragged.

“Yes. Hell, yes.”

He pushes in slow, stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully buried inside. I moan, head falling back. His thrusts are long and deep, every stroke filling me perfectly.

Tanner lifts my leg higher, watching where we’re joined. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

Ace moves behind me, kissing my neck, grinding against my back. “She can take more. Can’t you, sweetheart?”

“I want it,” I breathe. “I want all of you.”

Tanner positions himself near my face, cock already hard and leaking. I open my mouth, and he slides in, eyes locked to mine as I suck him deep, his fingers tangling in my hair. Behind me, Ace slicks himself with my arousal, nudging my ass until I whimper.

He enters slowly, the burn sweet and sharp. I’m full— so full—Cam deep in my pussy, Ace stretching my ass, and Tanner in my mouth. I can barely breathe, can barely think, but I’ve never felt more claimed. More cherished.

They move in rhythm, careful, connected. Cam thrusting into my heat, Ace grinding deeper from behind, Tanner fucking my mouth slow and steady. Their hands roam—gripping, stroking, grounding me.

“You’re ours now,” Cam growls.

“Ours to love,” Ace pants, voice strained.

“Ours to take care of,” Tanner finishes, cupping my cheek as he moves faster.

I come again, body spasming, the intensity so blinding I scream around Tanner’s cock.

Cam curses and spills inside me, hips jerking.

Ace follows, teeth sunk into my shoulder as he groans and fills me from behind.

Tanner pulls out and finishes on my chest, his cum hot and thick as he strokes himself through it.

They collapse around me, chests heaving, mouths kissing any skin they can find.

Later, wrapped in their arms, limbs tangled, I whisper it again, softer this time.

“I’m in love with you.”

Cam kisses my temple. Tanner presses his lips to my shoulder. Ace murmurs against my spine.

Three hands curl tighter around me.

Three hearts beat close.

And for the first time in weeks, I don’t feel divided.

I just feel at home .