Page 25 of Her Hat Trick Daddies (Game On Daddies #3)
David
N ever in my wildest imagination did I expect Leighton’s first visit to my home to unfold like this—her letting go, bold and unfiltered, driving Shane to his limits.
But the real thrill is knowing this is just the beginning.
Whatever I’d pictured before doesn’t come close to the reality of her here, and the best part? We’ve only just begun.
Yet, something feels different this time.
Maybe it’s the contrast—how impersonal it was before, masked and anonymous. Or maybe it’s the fact that I know her now. Really know her. But as Shane collapses onto my piano bench, catching his breath, I catch the way his eyes linger on her, and how she looks right back at him.
There’s tenderness there, something unspoken, something that runs deeper than just skin. I haven’t seen that look on Shane’s face since his last serious relationship. And if I weren’t as worked up as I am, I might stop and consider what just shifted between them .
I know what caring looks like. I’ve been there before, in my marriage before it fell apart.
Thought I’d sworn it off for good. But watching Leighton now, sprawled across the chaise, delicious and spent, there’s this little inkling inside me that wonders if maybe…
maybe I’d be willing to try again. Not necessarily marriage, but something real. Something beyond a fling.
She’s all glistening skin and tousled hair, every inch of her tempting me to dive in. I stroke myself lazily, dragging out the urge to take her, keeping just shy of the edge. Timing is everything. Especially here. Especially now.
Andy starts toward her, eyes blazing with intent, but I reach out and press a hand to his chest, stopping him cold.
My message is clear. Leighton is mine right now.
I step toward her, scooping her up into my arms, and she lets out a deep sigh, her body relaxing against mine like she was waiting for me. I carry her through the room, past the piano, straight to my kitchen, where the scent of barbecue and beer still lingers in the air.
I settle her onto the wide, cushioned bench along the breakfast nook and head to the fridge to get her a bottle of water.
“Here you go, sweetheart. Bet you’re thirsty after all that.”
“Thank you.” She smiles, catching her breath. “God, it smells incredible in here.”
“Are you hungry? I whipped up a few of my favorite dishes for you. I—” I hesitate, trying to find the right words. “But… I didn’t exactly expect tonight to turn into less talk, more action. ”
Her stomach growls before she can say anything. “Starving, I guess.” She laughs softly, drumming her fingers on the table. “But you know what?”
She rises, stepping in close, tilting her head up with those big blue eyes that could bring any man to his knees, and I swear I could get lost in them forever. Her voice drops to a whisper, soft and teasing against my chest. “I want you more.”
Fuck, that hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline, my cock swelling back to full mast.
Her eyes go dark with hunger. “I need you inside me, David. Now.”
She grabs my hand, guiding me back to the bench, pushing me down and climbing into my lap, her wet pussy hovering just above my cock, dripping, teasing me. It’s pure torture. The best damn kind.
“I’d never deny you what you want.” I crash my mouth into hers, dragging her into a deep kiss as she slides along my length, coating me in her slick heat.
I pull back, just enough to say, “But you have to promise me something. You’ll have to let me take care of you after.
I can’t let you walk out of here without eating. ”
“I promise,” she breathes, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You can feed me everything you made for me.”
She rolls her hips, grinding on me, slow and deliberate. And then—fuck—she lifts just enough to angle herself and sinks down onto my cock before I could stop her .
“Leighton, wait,” I grumble, gripping her hips, my pulse thundering. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
She just smiles, breath hot against my lips. “You weren’t wearing one in the video room either.”
Shit.
The words hit me like a body check against the boards, the memory crashing into place. She’s fucking right. And that’s exactly why I can’t get enough of her.
Catching the turmoil in my eyes, she leans in and whispers, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
And maybe I should stop. Maybe I should think. I should stop. I know I should. But the way she moves, tight and wet, strips me of every shred of sense I have left. There’s no barrier. Just hot, slick skin gripping my cock, tension building low, balls almost ready to blow.
She rides me harder now, grinding down, taking me deeper with every rock of her hips, her nails clawing into my shoulders as she chases that edge. I’m losing my goddamn mind, holding on by a thread, my whole body wired, desperate, barely hanging on.
“Leighton,” I rasp, barely able to get the words out. “You feel so fucking good squeezing my cock.”
“Call me Phoenix,” she demands, breathless, her lips brushing mine.
That flips a switch. Her nickname, the mask, all the heat from that first time crashes back through me, fast and wild. I dig my fingers into her hips and take over, thrusting up into her so hard she cries out, her body bowing, surrendering all over again.
“Ooh, David,” she wails, her walls clenching around me, tight and relentless. She’s close, and fuck, so am I. Raw, deep, a new level of insane.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Andy and Shane standing in the doorway.
I tilt my head at Andy, and without a word, he steps forward, stroking himself as he approaches.
He lifts Leighton’s hand and wraps it around his cock, guiding her to stroke him.
She doesn’t hesitate, her hand working him fast and rough, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“I need you to come when I tell you to, Phoenix. Understand?” I snarl, my grip bruising on her hips.
She nods, her eyes darting from mine to Andy’s. The second they lock onto his, she says, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Andy groans, curling his fingers in her hair. “Open that pretty mouth for me, nice and wide. I’m gonna come right in it. And don’t you spill a fucking drop.”
That’s all it takes.
“Come for us, Phoenix. Now,” I demand.
She breaks, her whole body becoming rigid, her cry sharp and breathless as she clamps down around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I explode, my head falling back, my body jerking with every pulse of release .
Andy leans closer, working his cock as he hits the peak, coming hard—ropes of it spilling over her mouth, her breasts, even streaking across my arm.
“Fuck, you wear me so good,” he groans, brushing his thumb over her lips, wiping the mess before sliding it into her mouth. She closes around it, sucking him clean, eyes locked on his the entire time.
He heads over to the kitchen sink to clean up, Shane tossing him a knowing look as he passes.
Afterwards, she doesn’t move. She curls against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, her fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over my skin. I stroke her back, easing her down from the high, my own body still thrumming with aftershocks.
“What are you doing?” I murmur after a beat.
She lifts her head slightly, her voice soft. “Listening to your heart.”
And just like that, something shifts—something I’m not ready to name. But it’s there, pulsing between us, undeniable.
I brush her hair back, pressing a kiss to her temple, breathing her in. Andy and Shane are watching, but they don’t matter right now. It’s just me and her. And it feels… right.
Andy saunters over, eyes glinting. “How about a shower, darlin’? I’ve got plans for that slippery skin, and none of them involve getting clean.”
Bastard . He knows damn well we can’t say no to my shower. I had it custom-built—big enough for a party, and stocked with enough toys and fixtures to turn a simple rinse into a naughty night in.
Leighton laughs, her smile still lazy and wrecked. “Sounds perfect.”
Reluctantly, I let her go, watching as Andy and Shane step in to help her up, hands gentle, careful, like they already know she’s something rare.
Shane and I lock eyes, a current passing between us. No words needed.
Tonight’s far from over.
And this? This is no longer just a fling.