Page 4 of Her Hat Trick Daddies (Game On Daddies #3)

Leighton

I n the corridor, ambient lighting casts a soft glow, but everything beyond it is cloaked in shadows.

I stand still as the guys fan out, searching for a light switch.

A soft click, and suddenly, a warm pool of light blooms from a floor lamp near the center of the room.

It illuminates a desk, low seating, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in dark, masculine wood. A private study, undoubtedly.

The air smells faintly of tobacco and old paper, rich and heady, like secrets and sin. My heels click softly on the polished floor, and that alone makes me feel exposed, as if every step whispers yes before I even speak.

Jester reaches me first, scooping me up and setting me on the edge of the desk so fast I let out a startled sound. “Sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, green eyes flickering. “But now that we’ve got you all to ourselves, it’s time to show you just how badly we need you. ”

He closes the space between us, claiming the curve of my neck with soft kisses as his hand trails down my spine, fingers deft as he eases the zipper of my dress.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he has a thing for necks…

or maybe just mine. Either way, he can have his way with it because it does something to me, too.

The fabric slips away, dragging my strapless bra with it, baring my chest to the golden hush of lamplight.

His gaze darkens as it rakes over me, drinking me in like something spicy.

Then his fingers glide over my skin, teasing down to my breasts, where he pinches each nipple with cruel delicacy until I cry out, a breathy sound caught between pleasure and pain.

He silences it with his palm over my mouth, eyes gleaming with heat and command.

“You like that?”

I nod. I like it. And I want more.

As he lowers his other hand, sliding it beneath my thong and grazing my folds with a teasing touch, Wolf leans in next, his touch more deliberate, exploratory.

He palms my breast, then dips down, capturing my nipple between his lips, sucking, licking, biting.

The sensation is sharp and searing, sending fire through my veins, every nerve ending sparking with restless need.

A moan escapes despite Jester’s hand, muffled but eager.

Lion lifts my hip off the table just enough to tug the dress from beneath me, letting it pool at his feet.

He sinks to his knees, a naughty glint in his eyes as he slips off my heels one by one.

His touch is gentle yet commanding, his hands sliding up my calves, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

And with a flick of his fingers, he lifts his mask just enough to reveal a mouth that curves into a wicked smirk before pressing a kiss to the arch of my foot.

Then, his lips part, and he takes my toe into his mouth, encasing it in warmth and wetness.

Then, he sucks on it hard, and I gasp at the new sensation.

It should be weird, right? But it isn’t.

Something raw and primal is awakening. Everything about these men sends a rush of heat straight to my core. I’m throbbing with desperate need to be filled by them, every nerve in my body strung tight with anticipation.

Jester eases me back onto the desk, one hand cradling my head like I’m something precious.

As Wolf lifts my hips, Jester slides my panties down in one smooth, ravenous motion.

Lion steps back just for a second to let them strip the lace away, then claims it, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply, like he’s savoring the rarest, most intoxicating perfume.

I blush. Deeply. That visible flush crawls down my chest and over the tops of my breasts.

“Goddamn,” Wolf mutters. “She blushes all the way down to her tits.”

“Prettiest thing I’ve seen all night, maybe even ever,” Lion adds, voice husky.

Lion stands and starts undressing. His shirt hits the floor in a flurry of buttons, revealing lean, cut muscle.

My mouth waters at the display of ripples and ridges covering his honed physique.

My eyes flick to the orange and blue ink at his wrist—crossed hockey sticks in team colors .

Of course . A warrior’s brand. He drops a condom on the desk and pushes his trousers down, exposing a gnarly scar along his left hip that streaks down into his thigh.

It’s a foot long and seems like it must’ve hurt like hell.

But before curiosity could take over, I catch sight of his thick, beautiful cock already hard, jutting toward me.

Wolf skims a hand from my throat down to my cleavage, before trailing lower, his finger teasing the curve of my belly button. “Love this little thing,” he says with a grin that promises so many exhilarating experiences that I swallow hard.

Then, he slowly trails lower, stroking between my thighs with reverence, his touch featherlight at first. The heat between my thighs flares instantly, and I clutch the edges of the desk like lifelines.

He drags his fingers through my slick slit, and when he finds my clit, he circles it with the kind of precision that borders on cruel.

“Oh, god,” I moan, arching my back off the desk in a sharp, involuntary motion.

“Damn, baby,” he growls, flicking my swollen little nub faster, rougher.

“So fucking wet for us. If we had all night, I’d take my time and taste every inch of your sweet pussy, making you come on my tongue over and over again.

Then I’d fuck you every way you can imagine…

until you’re screaming my name and too weak to stand. ”

“Y-yes,” I whimper, the word barely making it past my lips .

He slides a finger into me. Or maybe two.

Hell, it might be three—I can’t tell, can’t think.

All I know is they’re thick, relentless, and he’s drilling them into me like he owns it, his thumb still massaging my clit.

And the second he pushes deep and hooks them upward, like he knows exactly where to go, I lose my mind.

I gasp, loud and raw, as if my body’s been wired for this moment, like I’ve spent my whole damn life waiting for this .

The orgasm doesn’t build. It detonates. My muscles lock, my walls clamp down around him, and my breath shatters.

A strangled cry tears from my throat as the climax tears through me.

It streams out of me in pulsing, soaking bursts, slick and shameless, drenching Wolf’s hands and streaming onto Lion’s chest. The desk beneath me is an absolute mess—soaked, sticky, ruined—and I couldn’t care less.

My head snaps back, hips jerking as aftershocks roll through me, shaking and uncontrollable.

Did I really just do that? “Oh my god. I had no idea,” I stammer between labored breaths. “I’m sor—”

“Holy fuck,” Lion rumbles, voice gravelly. He swipes his fingers through the dripping mess between my thighs and rubs it over his cock, slow and filthy, stroking harder as he watches me come undone.

Jester lets out a low whistle. “Didn’t take you for a squirter, darlin’,” he drawls, that devious grin spreading across his face. “But fuck, do I love a surprise. ”

Wolf slowly pulls his fingers from my folds, glistening and wet, and brings them to my lips. “Ever tasted yourself?” he asks, voice low, dark, dangerous.

“No,” I breathe.

He brushes a slick finger across my bottom lip, teasing it open.

And then, without hesitation, he crashes his mouth to mine.

The kiss is slow at first… sensual, consuming.

His tongue slides against mine, tasting me, claiming me.

One of his hands cups the back of my neck, holding me in place as he deepens it into something hot and hungry, and I moan into his mouth.

When he finally pulls back, just enough to let me breathe, his gaze burns into mine. “You’re mine now,” he growls.

Fuck . I am. I’m all of theirs.

Before the tremors of my release completely fade, Lion rolls on a condom and claims the space between my legs, gripping my thighs firmly, standing at the edge of the desk like a man possessed.

When he slowly feeds me his thick cock, every push, every inch drags a new moan from my lips.

His mocha brown eyes, now glowing with flecks of gold in the low light, hold mine as he sinks into me, deeper and deeper, until he’s buried to the hilt.

Deeper than I knew I could take. And still, I crave more. I embrace the ache, the stretch, the delicious pressure that makes my toes curl and my body shudder beneath him.

Wolf threads his fingers through my hair, the other hand fondling my breasts, tugging at my nipples .

Jester takes over between my thighs, teasing my clit with maddening precision.

His fingers glide in tight, torturous circles.

Then, he leans in and gently blows on it.

The contrast of cool air against my slick, overheated skin makes me jolt, the new sensation heightening everything, every deep thrust of Lion’s hips, every touch by Wolf.

Wolf lowers his mouth, dragging his tongue across my breasts before latching onto a nipple, sucking hard until they become hardened peaks.

He moves to the other, showering it with the same attention, alternating between flicks and soft bites until the stimulation from all three men blurs into a delirious haze of pleasure.

Lion picks up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with force.

I can’t help but give in. I come again, without warning, the orgasm slamming into me so hard it punches high-pitched whimpers from my throat.

The nonsensical sounds are loud and desperate.

Wolf quickly covers my mouth to stifle the noise—first with his palm, and then with something softer, silkier.

My panties.