Page 40 of Cross Check Daddies (Miami Icemen #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

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The rooftop is buzzing, the Miami skyline flickering behind us like stage lights. There’s something about being this high up—the air is cleaner, the music smoother, the smiles looser.

Cam’s got a beer in one hand and is deep in conversation with Leo about the team’s post-season schedule. Ace is posted up near the railing, surrounded by former players, front office guys, and a few familiar reporters we trust to keep their damn mouths shut.

I can’t believe it's his retirement party.

He looks good. Relaxed for once. His tie’s undone, sleeves rolled, shoulders lighter than I’ve seen them in weeks. He earned this. Not just the win, or the game, or the ring. The peace. Retirement looks good on him.

And then Brooke walks in.

It’s like the volume cuts.

She’s in this deep, wine-colored dress that skims every curve.

Pregnant, glowing, and confident. The way the slit climbs up her thigh should be criminal, but the way she smiles at Ace first, Cam next, and then me—hell, it feels like I just scored another Stanley.

Every guy in this place looks, but they also know. She’s not theirs.

She makes her way through the crowd slowly, Jackson already with Ivy, who’s holding a juice pouch in one hand and a tablet in the other like she was born to juggle. The moment Brooke reaches Ace, he pulls her close, kisses her hair, and murmurs something that makes her grin.

I take a sip of my drink, adjusting my stance. Cam edges closer, nudging my shoulder with his.

“You see that dress?” he mutters.

“Trying not to get hard in public,” I reply.

Brooke turns, leans up, and kisses Ace softly.

It’s sweet, tender, intimate in a way that doesn’t beg for attention.

But then she comes to me. Wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me like we’ve got no one to answer to.

Her fingers slide into my hair. I grip her waist, thumb brushing the side of her baby bump.

Then she turns to Cam, cupping his jaw. Their kiss is slow. Intentional. The room stutters but doesn’t stop. Ivy’s watching with amusement. Leo toasts us from across the room with a mock salute. Everyone here already knows. Or guesses. No one questions it anymore.

After the toast—Jackson even gives a short speech Ace wrote with him about retiring and dinosaurs and ice and being the coolest coach ever—we circle back to each other. The lights have softened, the crowd has thinned, and Brooke leans into me with this lazy smirk that makes my cock twitch.

“You good?” I ask, palm against the small of her back.

“Very,” she says, lips brushing my cheek. “But I might be better if we weren’t in formalwear and a room full of people.”

Cam slides in on her other side. “Say the word, baby.”

She hums. “Where’s Jackson?”

“With Ivy,” Ace answers from behind, his voice lower, gravel warm. “Movie night. I gave her my credit card to get him all the snacks.”

Brooke turns to look at all of us, eyes glowing with mischief. “So, you planned this.”

Cam snorts. “We’re not amateurs.”

Ace chuckles, already pulling his phone from his pocket. “Penthouse suite is booked. Let’s go.”

We take the back elevator of a five-star hotel overlooking Biscayne Bay. The suite is massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a private balcony, and a king-sized bed that looks like sin. Brooke walks in first and lets her heels fall off with a sigh. She turns to face us, barefoot, eyes burning.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” she says softly. “You. All of you.”

We move like gravity.

Ace kisses her first. His hands cradle her face, and she melts into him. Cam peels the zipper of her dress down slowly while I ease the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

She’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are fuller now, sensitive. Cam kisses each one gently. Brooke gasps, tipping her head back. Ace trails his fingers down her side, over her belly, murmuring against her neck. “You’re gorgeous.”

She reaches for me next, pulling me into her kiss. I lift her, carry her to the bed, and lay her down like she’s precious. The men I love like brothers flank her. And I kneel at the end of the bed, parting her thighs, ready to worship.

Her thighs fall open like they’ve been waiting for this. For us. The glow from the window spills over her skin, soft and golden. Her lips are parted. Her eyes locked on mine. And when I drag my tongue over the inside of her knee, she sucks in a breath sharp enough to crack glass.

“You look wrecked already,” I murmur, sliding higher as I drag her panties off her. “We haven’t even started.”

Ace presses a kiss to her temple. Cam’s hand strokes her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple until she arches into it.

I hook my arms under her thighs and settle between them, lifting her just enough to make her whimper.

Her cunt is slick and warm and glistening in the low light.

I give her one slow lick, flat and greedy.

She moans as her fingers slide into my hair and tug.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Tanner?—”

“That’s right,” I growl against her. “Say it again.”

Cam chuckles beside her. “He’s been starving for you.”

I eat her like I mean it. Like it’s my job, my obsession, the only thing that’ll ever matter again. Her thighs clench around me as she bucks, hips rolling, voice breaking on my name. Ace kisses her, holding her hand, while Cam rubs circles over her clit with slow, precise strokes.

It’s too much. It’s not enough.

She comes with a choked cry, trembling under our hands, and I groan as I lap up everything she gives.

When I look up, her face is flushed, her eyes glassy. She reaches for me, desperate and sweet, and I crawl over her body until our mouths meet again.

She tastes like herself. Like sex. Like salt and sweetness and everything we’ve waited too long to touch all at once.

“Condom,” she pants. “Now.”

It is ridiculous, but Ace insisted that as the pregnancy progressed, we needed to be more careful with the babies. We all know it is stemmed from fear, so we all just agreed to it, for his sake.

Ace is already tearing one open. Cam presses kisses down her shoulder, easing her up the bed. I roll the latex on and hook one hand under her thigh, the other cradling her jaw.

“Look at me,” I whisper. “Want to watch your face when I’m inside you.”

Her lips part as I slide in slowly. She’s hot. Tight. Full. Her breath catches, and I swear, I could cry from how good this is. From how right.

I move in deep strokes as her nails dig into my shoulders.

Cam kisses her throat. Ace strokes her stomach, watching the way her body takes me.

“She’s perfect,” I mutter.

“She’s ours,” Cam says, voice low.

And it hits me again. This isn’t just sex. This is what we chose. What she let happen. What she made space for.

She wraps her arms around me, her legs trembling from pleasure. “Please,” she whines. “More.”

Cam moves beside her, kissing her mouth while Ace slides behind her, holding her hips and rubbing her lower back.

I thrust harder, deeper. Her cunt grips me, wet and hungry. She’s moaning into Cam’s mouth, grinding into me with every stroke.

Then Ace slips his hand down, finds her clit again, and strokes it with expert precision.

She breaks.

Her whole body tenses, clenches, shatters. I curse and thrust through it, barely hanging on. Her pussy squeezes me so hard I nearly lose control.

Cam grips her jaw and kisses her hard as she comes.

Then I let go, groaning into her throat as I spill into the condom, burying myself one last time before I still.

Silence.

Just panting and warmth and the soft press of bodies. My hand finds hers. Ace rests his forehead on her spine. Cam kisses her temple.

She’s still shaking when I ease out of her. Cam is already reaching for her, his mouth claiming hers while Ace strokes her sides, grounding her, anchoring her between us like she’s the only thing we’ll ever need again.

“I’m not done,” she whispers.

Cam grins into her neck. “Didn’t think you were.”

Ace’s voice is a gravel rasp. “Let us take care of you.”

Cam’s already stripped, his cock thick and flushed, the tip leaking. He moves between her thighs as I roll onto my back beside her. She looks dazed, happy, like heaven just brushed against her ribs and left her greedy for more.

Cam doesn’t tease. He kisses her again, slowly, while Ace helps her shift into Cam’s lap. She reaches between them, aligns his sheathed cock, and sinks down in one fluid stroke.

She gasps. Cam’s hands shoot to her hips. His face is a wrecked mix of awe and restraint.

“Holy shit,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She moves slowly at first, bracing on his chest, hair tumbling over her shoulders. Ace settles behind her, kissing her back, whispering filth into her ear that has her clenching again. Her nails rake across Cam’s chest.

“Look at you,” I say, stroking myself beside her. “Taking him so well.”

Her eyes flutter toward me. “Tanner.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” I twist her nipple and watch her whole body shiver.

Cam starts thrusting up into her, controlled but hard, hips snapping beneath her as he drags groans from her throat. She leans forward, hands flat on his chest, and Ace watches every inch of her moving, breathing, breaking open for us.

Ace bends and kisses her shoulder. “You want more, baby?”

She nods fast. “Yes.”

“Then let me in.”

Ace’s fingers trail down her back, and she shifts, letting him press behind her carefully, spreading her wide while Cam is still buried deep.

She cries out, body trembling as Ace enters her. He goes inch by inch, hands firm on her waist.

Cam’s hands flex, watching her unravel.

“Breathe,” I whisper.

She does. And when she takes both of them—Cam in her cunt, Ace in her ass—she lets out a noise so raw it goes straight to my spine.

They move in rhythm. Cam thrusting up, Ace grinding from behind, keeping her sandwiched, fucked full, worshipped. She’s soaking. Sweating. Moaning their names like prayer.

And I stroke myself as I watch, undone by how perfect she looks between them.

She starts to shake again. Cam grips her tighter.

“She’s close,” he says.

“Let her,” Ace breathes. “Let her come for us.”

Her cries break apart as she tips into another orgasm. Her legs buckle, and Cam catches her. Ace pulls out gently, kissing the curve of her spine.

“Fuck,” Cam pants. “You wrecked me.”

She’s gasping, trembling, glowing.

Then her eyes flick to me.

“Your turn,” she whispers.

I move in, kiss her slowly, let her breathe. Then I lay her down and roll on another condom.

She pulls me in.

And this time, we go soft, me filling her with careful strokes while Ace holds her hand and Cam kisses her shoulder. No rush. No words. Just three men giving her everything she wants.

Everything she deserves.

When I finally come, it’s with my forehead against hers, her name in my mouth, her hands pulling me deeper, her moan like music against my throat.

We collapse beside her.

A tangled, messy heap of heat and breath and adoration.

And she smiles. Her voice is soft, broken in the best way. “I love you.”

She says it once, but it’s for all of us.

And we know it.