Page 86 of Off Limits Daddies
"Come here," he says, his voice rough with need.
I cross to him and his mouth crashes against mine, desperate and demanding. His hands slide into my hair, angling my head for deeper access. I moan into his mouth, my body already responding to his touch.
Blake's hands find my waist from behind, his muscular chest pressing against my back. "We've been waiting all day to get you alone," he murmurs against my neck, his lips trailing fire across my skin.
Noah moves to my side, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw. "Do you have any idea what you do to us?"
They guide me toward the king-sized bed, hands and mouths exploring as clothes disappear. Jack's henley hits the floor, revealing the broad chest and defined abs I've been fantasizing about all day. Blake's shirt follows, his athletic build making my breath catch. Noah's lean frame is no less appealing, his muscles shifting beneath smooth skin as he reaches for me.
"I love you," I whisper, looking at each of them in turn. "All of you."
"We love you too," Jack says, lowering me onto the bed. "Let us show you how much."
They take turns worshipping my body, their hands and mouths working in perfect synchronization. Jack's fingers trace patterns on my inner thigh while Blake's mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple until I gasp. Noah kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans as pleasure builds.
"Please," I beg, my hips arching. "I need you."
Jack enters me first, his thick length filling me completely. I cry out, my hands gripping his shoulders as he moves with deliberate slowness. Blake and Noah don't stop their attention to the rest of my body, their touches heightening every sensation until I'm trembling.
When Jack brings me to the edge, he pulls out and Blake takes his place. The change in angle makes me gasp, my body adjusting to his rhythm. Noah's mouth finds mine again, his kiss swallowing my cries of pleasure.
They continue like this, taking turns, building me higher and higher until I shatter between them. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, my body clenching and releasing as they whisper words of love and devotion.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in the massive bed, limbs intertwined and hearts still racing. Jack's fingers trace lazy patterns on my shoulder. Blake's hand rests on my hip. Noah's breath is warm against my neck.
"This is perfect," I murmur, my eyes heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion. "This moment, right here. I wish we could stay like this forever."
"We have the whole weekend," Blake reminds me, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I'm about to respond when a scream pierces the night, shattering our peaceful bubble. It's coming from the children's cabin, high-pitched and terrified.
"Someone's at the window!" Lily's voice shrieks through the baby monitor. "Someone was looking at us!"
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BLAKE
I'm out of bed before my brain fully processes Lily's scream, my bare feet hitting the cold cabin floor as adrenaline floods my system. Years of coaching have trained me to react first and think later when someone needs help. Behind me, I hear Jack cursing and Noah scrambling for his glasses while Mia grabs a robe.
The children's cabin is only twenty feet away, but it feels like miles as I sprint across the clearing in nothing but my boxers. The night air bites at my skin, raising goosebumps across my chest and arms. Through the window, I can see Lily's silhouette pressed against the glass, her small body trembling.
I burst through the door to find all five kids awake and terrified. Maya has her arms around Sophie and Ethan, trying to be brave even though her eyes are wide with fear. Rory and Corey flank Lily, who's pointing at the window with a shaking hand.
"There was someone out there!" Lily's voice cracks. "A person looking in at us!"
I kneel beside her, my hands gentle on her shoulders. "Show me where, sweetheart."
She points to the window facing the woods. I move closer, peering into the darkness beyond the glass. Jack appears at my shoulder, fully dressed now, his jaw tight with protective fury.
"I'll check the perimeter," he says, his voice carrying that authoritative tone that makes people listen. "Noah and Mia, stay with the kids."
We grab flashlights from the main cabin and circle the property. The beam of my flashlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating pine trees and undergrowth. My heart pounds against my ribs as I scan for any sign of an intruder. The thought of someone watching the children makes my blood pressure spike dangerously.
"Here," Jack calls from near the window where Lily saw the figure.
I jog over to find him examining a large branch that's scraped against the glass. The wind picks up as if on cue, and the branch moves again, its shadow dancing across the window in a way that could definitely look like a person to a frightened six-year-old.
Relief floods through me so intensely my knees almost buckle. "Just a branch."
