Page 41 of Her Hat Trick Daddies (Game On Daddies #3)

It’s wild how much can change in just eight months.

A year ago, Luna and I moved here, settling into a little townhouse, doing our best to hold it all together while I juggled work and single mom life.

I never could’ve imagined what was coming—finding her dad, and along with him, the two other men who made me feel like I was the only woman alive that night at the ball.

A few months later, we packed up and moved in with them, learning how to navigate this beautiful, messy, new relationship.

And now? Now it feels like home. Really, truly home.

David’s house—our house for the past eight months—is always filled with laughter, toys scattered everywhere, and the kind of warmth I didn’t even know I was missing until I had it.

Luna has her own bright, beautiful room, with a playroom next door that she’s completely claimed as her personal kingdom.

And me? I share a bedroom with Shane, but let’s be real.

It’s rare that we’re not all tangled up together in that massive bed most nights.

And today, as I lie in bed waiting for Luna to wake up, I can’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come.

Luna is three now. She is thriving, happy, confident, and so loved it makes my chest ache.

Just two months ago, we threw her the biggest birthday celebration in the backyard—there was a bouncy house, face painting, arts and crafts, and so many bubbles it looked like a dream.

The guys went all out for her, like they always do.

They’re still my rocks, showing up every damn day not just for me, but for her, too.

I never expected this life, but now I can’t imagine anything else.

I’ve been feeling off the past few days—nauseous in the mornings, boobs sore, mood swings all over the place.

So, I called out of work. Thankfully, there is no game today.

And my sex drive? Through the fucking roof.

Off. The. Charts. I brushed it off as needing stress relief. Whatever. But today, it hit me.

So here I am, standing in the bathroom while Luna is still asleep and the guys are at practice, staring down at two pink lines that have my whole world spinning.

Pregnant.

Again.

A smile breaks across my face, and I let out a little laugh, pressing a hand to my belly. Six weeks, if my math is right. No wonder I’ve been insatiable lately .

Luna stirs, and I shove my emotions aside to get her up and start the day. The hours fly by—we read, color, she plays on the new swing set in the backyard, we eat… and boy, do I eat. We wrap up with a movie in the evening, and she’s out cold by 7:30 PM.

The boys won’t be home for another thirty minutes, but my body is practically buzzing with need. So… why not?

I grab my favorite dildo from the nightstand and head into the bathroom. I plant it firmly on the makeup bench, strip down, and straddle it, one leg on either side, settling over the toy with the vibrator cranked to full speed.

My breath hitches as I start to move. God, it feels so good, so necessary, like my whole body’s been wound tight and finally has somewhere to unravel. I rock my hips, head falling back, biting my lip to keep quiet.

I’m close, so close—

“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on in here?”

Shane’s voice slices through the haze, and my eyes snap open. He’s leaning in the doorway—shirtless, flushed, sweat-damp from practice, and staring at me like he’s just walked in on his favorite fantasy.

Behind him, David and Andy appear, both still in their gear, eyes going wide before that look shifts—hungry, lit up.

“I… couldn’t wait,” I pant, grinding harder against the toy. “My hormones are out of fucking control. ”

Shane steps inside, dark eyes locked on mine as he drops his bag with a thud. “Jesus, baby. You’re trying to kill me.”

Andy lets out a low whistle, peeling off his shirt as he follows. “We’re dead on our feet, but damn if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve seen all month.”

David doesn’t say a word. He just moves.

Two strides and he’s in front of me, cupping my chin, kissing me like he hasn’t touched me in weeks.

Deep, sweet, possessive. He grabs my hips, lifts me clean off the bench, plucks the buzzing dildo from between my legs, and hands it to Shane without looking away.

Then he sets me back down, spreads me open, and drops to his knees, ready to devour.

His tongue flicks over my clit and laps through my folds—relentless, messy, like he’s starving for it.

“Couldn’t wait for the bed?” I tease, breathless, already tipping back against the vanity.

“Not when you look like that,” Andy mutters, tugging loose the drawstring of his sweatpants. “You’re lucky we let you make it this far.”

David latches onto my clit, sucking harder now, faster, and it pushes me closer to the edge. I keen, the sound echoing off marble and mirrors, legs shaking as my body starts to unravel.

“Good girl,” Andy growls, dragging his thumb across my lip. “Now, open that greedy little mouth for me.”

His cock drags across my tongue—thick, veined, hot—the head flushed and slick, ridges pronounced as he presses deeper.

I suck him down, slow and wet, letting him feel every inch.

My tongue swirls around the crown, tracing the ridge where it flares, then slides along the underside, where he’s most sensitive.

The veins throb against my lips as I take him deeper, sloppy and eager, spit already dripping from my chin.

Andy groans, one hand fisting in my hair, guiding my pace with barely restrained control.

“I want you to come for us,” Shane says as he steps in close, voice low and commanding. “Soak this bench. The floor. Us. Show us how bad you needed it while we were gone.”

And I do— hard . I moan around Andy’s cock, the sound muffled and messy, as my body convulses. Release gushes out of me, soaking David’s chest, dripping down the bench, splattering the marble floor.

Shane rumbles low in his chest. “Such a pretty little mess.”

David rises, mouth glistening, pupils blown wide. He grabs two towels, laying them over the bench with unexpected tenderness. He shows me that even in the middle of chaos, I’m still something precious to care for.

“Turn around. Knees up.” Shane’s voice cuts through the air.

Andy’s cock slips from my mouth with a wet pop as they move me, strong hands spinning me and bending me over the vanity. I catch my reflection—flushed, lips swollen, eyes dazed and wrecked—and somehow, it only makes me wetter.

Shane positions himself behind me, dragging his cock slowly through the slick cleft of my ass, letting the head nudge against my tightest hole. He pauses just long enough for me to squirm, then drives in deep with a guttural rumble in his chest.

I cry out, back arching as I brace against the cool marble, Andy’s cock sliding back between my lips. I suck him down, tongue swirling over the swollen ridge, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth. He lets out a low, broken sound, driving slow and deep, his hand cradling my jaw.

David steps in beside me, cock in hand, and I reach for him without thinking. He exhales sharply as my fingers wrap around him—thick, hot, pulsing in my grip—stroking in rhythm with the rest of me.

It’s loud. Filthy. Perfect.

“Come with me,” Shane growls against my neck.

And I do. My orgasm crashes through me, soaking the marble beneath as I tremble between them, wrecked and gasping.

Andy follows with a choked moan, spilling down my throat as I suck him through it, messy and eager.

Shane isn’t far behind, pistoning into me with deep, brutal thrusts until he snarls against my ear, breath hot and filthy. He empties inside my ass with a guttural curse, each pulse thick and possessive, dragging aftershocks through me with every plunge.

But David doesn’t finish. Not yet.

Once Shane and Andy are spent, he scoops me off the bench and effortlessly carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, reverently, and climbs over me without a word. Just his hands. His mouth. Worship .

His kisses trail down my chest, across my stomach, slow and warm. Then he eases inside my soaked pussy with one stroke, groaning like it’s the first time.

His rhythm is slow but deep, grinding into my lower belly with each deliberate thrust, savoring every gasp, every flutter of my body around him.

He lifts one leg over his shoulder while the other curls tight around his waist, keeping him close— inside me , pressed flush to my skin, eyes locked on mine as he watches me fall apart just for him.

He lowers his head, breath warm against my ear. “I love you, Phoenix.”

And then he kisses me, slow and tender, the kind of kiss that sends a shiver racing down my spine.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on mine, until I’m unraveling all over again, another orgasm pulling me under just as he lets go.

We fall apart together, our moans melting into each other’s mouths.

It’s not loud. It’s not wild. It’s everything.

When he finally rolls off, he pulls me into his arms from behind, cradling me. His leg drapes over mine, chest rising and falling against my back.

Andy sits by the window, tired from the day, while Shane settles in front of me, brushing a kiss across my temple.

“Fuck, baby. What’s gotten into you tonight?” Shane asks, eyes wide.

I grin, lip caught between my teeth, heart racing from more than just the afterglow. “Well… I got some news today. ”

I let the words linger, watching them squirm just a little. One beat. Then another. All three of them turn to face me, eyes narrowing, curiosity burning beneath the surface.

I take a breath, my fingers brushing over my belly. “Luna’s going to be a big sister.”

Crickets.

“I’m pregnant… I think about six weeks along.”

They don’t move at first. Then, Shane laughs, a joyful sound, and pulls me into his arms, kissing me breathless.

David’s eyes flash with something tender, and Andy’s already crossing the room, hand resting on my stomach like he can feel the heartbeat himself.

David takes my hand and whispers, “You just made us the happiest men alive, sweetheart.”

Tears pool in my eyes, but they’re happy tears. So damn happy. I’m wrapped up in their love, our little family growing, and my heart feels so full I might literally burst.

This is it. Everything I ever wanted, everything I never dreamed I could have.

As their arms wrap around me, I know without a doubt… this is our forever. And it’s only just the beginning.

~ THE END ~

Thank you for reading Her Hat Trick Daddies. I hope you loved it !

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"You've never been fucked by fire, baby. Once we're buried deep inside you, you'll beg us to never put it out."

A runaway bride. Three sizzling firefighters. One hotrescue that leaves them burning for more.

I ditched my fiancé at the altar... Drove straight into a snowstorm, blew two tires, then crashed into the truck of three irresistible silver fox ex-SEALs.

They don't just light my fire. They own it. Love me like a drug. Crave me like a curse. And now, two pink lines say this heat is permanent.

Hunter , the sweet, protective biker daddy who rides me harder than his favorite Harley.

Ryder , the mountain daddy with a filthy mouth and a possessive streak that soaks my panties before he even touches me.

Knox, the grumpy daddy whose silent dominance and smoldering stare leave me begging for more.

Something tells me I need to watch my back. Because gossip spreads like gasoline in this small town. And jealous eyes are ready to strike the match. But it’s not just envy knocking... My past kicks down the door, threatening me and my baby.

But my fire daddies? They'll unleash hell to protect what’s theirs. Because no one touches what belongs to them… and lives to brag about it.