Page 131 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Epilogue

Tristan

Stepping back to observe and hone his skills felt like the right thing to do.

After watching Clay with Avery in bed that morning, seeing her submit not only to him but to herself, had opened Tristan’s eyes to what he could have with patience and experience.

It highlighted everything wrong with his sexual history—he hadn’t lied about the bedroom method he’d lived by for years.

At the time, it was right for him. No one expected anything more from him than a roll in the sheets, a few orgasms, maybe a token gift for the ones who really made an impact during their brief encounter.

Now… well, he was changing. Avery was bringing out the best in him, nurturing the desire to be worthy of her attention.

Sipping coffee on the porch of the cabin as the sun rose, Tristan mulled over the decision he’d made and was happy with it, for now. Clay was supportive, which said a lot, and Tristan found himself yearning for the other man’s respect.

Maybe it was a hierarchy thing; Clay was the pinnacle of their little trio, the top dog.

The party next door was over and a stream of women in various states of drunkenness had passed through only half an hour before, staggering into their rooms with no thought for anyone who hadn’t joined in the shenanigans.

Doors slamming, loud and obnoxious giggling, even a brief but incredibly bitchy slanging match…

they were lucky Avery was exhausted enough to sleep through the racket; Tristan was sure Clay had been preparing to stalk out and reprimand the entire cabin if they’d woken her.

Being a Daddy carried a lot of responsibility, Tristan was learning. It wasn’t just a case of taking care of a submissive after an intense and emotional scene—it was pretty much a full-time job, if he was honest.

He could do it.

He would do it.

For once in his life, money didn’t come into the equation here; he couldn’t buy the skills he needed to succeed, he couldn’t throw cash at Clay and demand an instant result. His wealth held no sway over Avery, quite the opposite in fact.

Serenity had the potential to form him into a man he could be proud of when he looked in the mirror, creating a foundation that didn’t rely on money or prestige, family genetics or social popularity.

The allure of that was astonishing.

Birds began to trill in the trees, heralding the start of a new day, and he realized the extent of the opportunity he’d been given here.

One thing was absolutely certain in his mind.

He wasn’t going to waste it.

The End