Page 10 of Their Perfect Daddy

MONTY

I nearly smack into the wall when I hear Danny say the word "Daddy." It's completely unlike him to be so bold. At least not the version of him I’ve met before tonight.

I wonder if maybe that collision with the waiter really scrambled him up. Or maybe he's confused too, and he doesn't believe any of this is real.

Clearly I'm dreaming because it makes no sense that not only is Danny actually speaking to me and acknowledging my existence, but there's a fine as hell ginger man giving us both attention.

Skye Gellar, the man who insisted on giving me his full name, is very easy on the eyes. He makes me want things I don’t think I can have.

His arrogance is subtle, yet it packs a punch. Although arrogance isn’t the right word. All I know is that I can fully understand the way he’s acting.

Considering how many professional athletes I’m surrounded by, all of whom have egos the size of the stadiums we play in, I can spot his confidence a mile away.

Yes! That’s it.

He’s confident. He understands he’s a prize, but rather than us having to win the prize, he wants to offer it to us for free.

I hope he’s offering, anyway.

So far, he’s been nothing but open and direct. I can’t imagine he’ll start playing games with us now that he’s got us alone. Most people put on performances in front of others, not during private moments.

It would be unfortunate if he didn’t really want more.

Then again, the attraction Skye has to Danny is obvious. The two of them resemble something out of a Pride advertisement for a luxury clothing store. They just work.

I'm the odd one out here because the two of them were all buddy-buddy before I showed up and destroyed things.

You think I didn't realize Danny was trying to get away from me when he ran into the waiter? Yes, I understand completely that I am the problem here. Much like I have been the problem everywhere else in my life.

I thought coming here tonight was going to be just another party to keep me occupied. I wanted to not be alone during the holidays and the Bellports' house was the place to be.

Of course, seeing Danny here is the highlight of the evening. But the second I saw the way he looked at Skye, I felt my heart sink.

Now I have to wonder if I still have a chance.

A chance at what though?

Because Skye said "our boy" —as if Danny belongs to both of us. Is that even possible? Could that work?

Danny was clearly flirting with Skye while also giving me a bit of side-eye. I doubt he’ll be down to include me in whatever is building between them.

I shake my head as I dig through the hanging clothes to find something I think might fit him. Thankfully the Bellports are prepared for things such as this and have an array of sizes. I get a few mediums and head back into the main room.

Skye leans on the doorway to the bathroom, his gaze sharp as he watches me come back. He takes the clothes from me, then wraps his fingers around my wrist and pulls me into the bathroom.

The space should be small with the three of us in here, but it's not.

If anything, it's right.

It feels so right.

I watch as Skye sets the clothing down on the counter that runs the full length of one side of the bathroom. It's not just his and hers counter space. You could absolutely host a party in here.

The shower is big enough for five people, if I had to guess. Maybe three if they were all Bellport sized. Considering not too many people are his build, it's still rather enormous.

Danny stands in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he glances from place to place. He's taking it in just the same as I am. Because even though I have money, I don't have Bellport money. Their accounts are deep and long.

I nearly chuckle at that. I want to be deep and long somewhere too.

“Danny, sweetheart,” Skye says, garnering the attention of the young man waiting on us.

Gorgeous eyes turn our way. He looks from Skye down to where my wrist is being held. Then he focuses on me, brows rising as a tiny smile blooms on his face.

My heart stops. He is so fucking perfect.

I can't believe I almost ruined this simply because I let shock steal my voice.

Skye continues, not realizing how precious it is to have Danny's attention this way. “You need to shower and get cleaned up. Now you can either do it on your own or you can have help.”

Danny tilts his head to the side and says, “I can have help how?”

Skye raises one shoulder. “However you'd like. It can be help from one or both of us.”

Danny licks his lips. I repeat the motion as my own arousal rises. I can feel my cock hardening in my tailored slacks.

How did we even get here?

Danny begins to tug off his suit jacket. The sound of fabric peeling away from the sticky champagne-scented mess is loud in the quiet of the room.

Skye squeezes my wrist and looks over at me. “Why don't you go lock the bedroom door?”

I nod, then jog out of the room to do as he says. I peek out in the hallway to see if anyone's around and when I notice no one, I breathe a sigh of relief and engage both locks. By the time I jog back into the bathroom, Skye is working on the buttons of Danny's dress shirt.

Skye looks over his shoulder at me. “Why don't you come help me with his pants, Monty?" he asks.

My brow furrows. He calls Danny "sweetheart," but he's calling me by my name. I'm not sure how I feel about it.

As if he can sense my frustration, he amends his words instantly. "Brat?" he questions. I smirk at the title. I've been called that more than once in my life.

Despite its negative connotation, I find it an interesting pastime to rile people up. There's nothing quite like getting someone into a heated stance on a topic and then letting them know you were only playing around.

Sure, from time to time it blows up in my face, but overall, people know me and know my intentions are good. I'm only ever teasing.

I shuffle over to them and look at Danny to see if he gives consent for what's about to happen.

"Do it, Brat," he says in an airy voice.

My cock, which was already on its way to full mast, springs to life completely. I'm nothing but walking hormones at this point.

I reach out and snag his belt open, whipping it off quicker than Skye can finish unbuttoning his shirt. Then I'm working on his pants and shuffling them downward.

When I'm kneeling on the floor to reach for his shoes, I feel a hand move through my hair. I look up to see Skye there, his expression amused.

"No need to rush, Brat. We have all the time we need. Let's treat our boy properly. Or should I say, our princess."

I watch as his eyes move over to Danny's crotch. It's then I notice he's in another fancy pair of lingerie. My mouth drops open at the sight of this one.

Unlike the last pair, this one is clearly designed for someone to see. The sheer fabric and lacy design are mesmerizing. There are crisscross satin straps, and the garter positioned over it connects to a pair of long stockings that come up over his knee.

I feel Danny's body trembling beneath my hand where I'm holding onto his feet. When I look up his way, I see his eyes watering. Skye must notice too because his hands leave the shirt to cup Danny's face.

"What's wrong, Princess?" he asks.

Danny bites his lip, shaking his head as if he doesn't want to say it. Of course he doesn't need to. I know exactly what's wrong.

It's me .

He's worried that I'm judging him again. He’s worried that I'll run.

I do the only thing I know will help.

Closing my eyes, I lean my face forward and press it against his hip. I make sure not to touch any more skin than I need to as I take a deep breath in, scenting him and bits of the champagne. There's also a hint of cologne he must have put on earlier.

I hear him gasp as Skye chuckles. “Looks as if our brat enjoys your outfit. Were you worried that he didn't?”

Danny whimpers.

Skye hums, then I feel his hand on the back of my head pressing me forward. "Show him how much you appreciate what he's wearing, Brat. I think he's confused about how you feel.”

Before I can overthink it, I do as Skye says, nuzzling Danny's cock and moaning when I feel it harden.

I'm gasping, taking hits of his scent as if I'm a dying man, and he's the oxygen I need to survive. Skye presses my head further and then I feel more fingers tangle in my hair. Without looking, I know it's Danny.

“He feels good,” Danny says in a broken tone.

Skye groans, his fingers tightening in my scalp.

"You don't know what those words do to me, Princess," he says. "Our brat is being so good and treating you so well."

I'm a panting mess on my knees fully dressed, buried in the lingerie-clad crotch of the man I thought I would never have a chance with. And now another holds my head steady and encourages this.

Does Skye want more with us? Is this even a possibility or a one-time thing? And I really, really need to know what Danny is thinking, because all this hinges on him. He's the missing piece between us.

Or maybe it's Skye.

Could he be the thing bringing us together for all of this?

Either way, I know that I'm not going to ruin my chances by questioning it now. My only focus is on bringing our princess pleasure.

I open my mouth and suck at the crown of his cock through the fabric. Danny wails, and his body shakes. I feel the pulsing of his cock, and I know he's just come.

I lap at him, wanting a taste but knowing that it would be too much to pull his underwear down right now and draw him into my mouth. He has to be sensitive after such an explosive release.

When his body starts to go slack, Skye holds him up. He tsks, saying, "You can rest later, but we need to get you cleaned up first."

When he looks down at me, his gaze is molten. I feel him tilt my head up, his grip on my hair firm.

“I need you to get undressed, Monty, and help our princess get cleaned up. I'm going to sit back here and supervise, because I believe you two need this time together. You are only to bathe him, understood? He's already come, and our princess will be sensitive.”

I nod as best I can with his grip on my head.

His fingers loosen, and he gently brushes them through my hair and down my neck, where he grips me firmly, leaning down. He kisses my forehead and whispers, "Good boy."

Two words, and everything clicks into focus.

This is where I'm supposed to be. This is who I’m supposed to be with.

Now I just have to figure out what in the world comes after we leave this party.