Three Daddies Deep
Vanessa Vice, Ellie Rowe
Then three older men crashed my anti-Valentine night and refused to leave.
Calvin knows every scar I hide and still looks at me like I’m worth the wreckage.
Michael worships me like I’m his salvation, soft hands turning ruthless.
Derreck grips me like I belong in his hands forever, silver in his beard and steel in his stare.
They don’t fight over me.
They share me.
Towering, shirtless, carved muscle closing in until I can’t breathe without tasting them.
Every touch claims. Every look owns. Every whispered promise makes my knees weak.
I’m supposed to run.
Instead I let them in — deep, relentless, no mercy.
Now they want the house. The bed. The life.
And I want them all.
I may have said “no strings” when we started this.
But now? I only have one word to tell them.
Deeper.
Read on for silver fox why choose obsession, size-difference heat, shared heat, and a cynical queen who finally takes everything she deserves. HEA guaranteed!
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