Page 20 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Daisy

Kieran’s sitting across from me, eating like he doesn’t have a care in the world, while I’m over here watching him like he’s a goddamn puzzle I can’t figure out.

Why isn’t he running? Why isn’t he freaking out? Hell, I’m barely holding it together. My stomach’s all knotted, and it’s not from the tacos.

He glances up mid-bite, eyes catching mine. “You sure you don’t want some of this? You’re just sitting there, staring.”

I shake my head. “I’m good.”

“You’re lying.” His voice is teasing, but his gaze sharpens. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

I huff, crossing my arms on the table. “How are you not asking more questions? Freaking out even a little? Since the second the doctor confirmed it, I’ve been a mess.”

He sets the taco down, wiping his fingers on a napkin before reaching across the table to cup my cheek. His touch is gentle, grounding.

“Tell me exactly what the doc said.”

I blink at him, trying to process how calm he looks, like this is any other night and not my life unraveling.

“She said I’m three weeks along. Bloodwork confirmed it. They gave me some vitamins.” I swallow hard. “That’s about it.”

His thumb brushes over my cheek. “And you’re keeping it?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah. I want to. It’s just… the timing, you know?”

“Yeah.” He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “But you don’t have to figure all this out tonight, right?”

Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them back, nodding again. “Yeah.”

There’s a pause, and I can see him swallow, his throat bobbing. I brace myself because I know what’s coming.

“Do you know who the father is?”

There it is. The question I’ve been dreading. My chest tightens, but I force myself to answer.

“No.” My voice wavers, and I hate it. “I’ve slept with… with Beau, you, and Mason.”

Kieran blinks once, then again. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t recoil. “Okay.”

“Okay?” My voice rises, and I lean back, staring at him. “What are you thinking?”

He grins, this lopsided, infuriating thing. “Nothing, just… I knew Mason and Beau shared women sometimes. Never really thought about joining in, but the idea’s kind of—” He stops himself, shaking his head. “Shit, it’s making me hard.”

My jaw drops. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” He runs a hand through his hair, making it stand up in messy spikes. “Daisy, I knew you were fucking irresistible from the start. If you’re not freaking out, why the hell would I?”

I stare at him, my mind spinning, but he’s just sitting there, looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters.

My throat tightens for a completely different reason this time, and before I can overthink it, I lean across and kiss him. It’s quick, but it’s enough to settle something inside me.

“I’ll tell the others tomorrow,” I say, pulling back.

“You want me there?”

I blink at him, surprised. “You’d come with me?”

“Damn right, I would.” His tone is firm, but there’s this softness in his eyes. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Can you follow me home?” The words slip out before I can stop them.

“You want me to?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He leans closer, his voice dropping. “And just so you know, I’m all fucking in. With all of it.”

For the first time all day, the pressure in my chest eases a little. We finish eating in this comfortable silence, and when we walk out to the parking lot, he’s right there, his hand brushing mine like it’s second nature.

The night air’s cool, and the buzz from the game still hangs in the air, people laughing and shouting in the distance.

When we get to the car, I hesitate. “What about your bike?”

He chuckles, opening the passenger door for me. “I’ll text someone to keep an eye on it until I can pick it up.”

I nod, handing him the keys. Once inside, the familiar scent of vanilla from my air freshener wraps around us.

Kieran doesn’t even bother hiding how much he’s watching me. At a red light, he reaches over, taking my hand again.

His thumb strokes over my knuckles, and my stomach does this weird little flip.

When we pull up to my place, Slim’s already in the window, meowing like a lunatic. As soon as I unlock the door, he bolts to me, rubbing against my legs.

“This your guard cat?” Kieran teases, kneeling to scratch behind his ears.

“More like my needy roommate,” I say, scooping him up. I kiss the top of his head before setting him down. “Come in.”

He looks around as I shut the door behind him. “Your place is nice.”

I snort. “I’ve been to your place. You can’t tell me this is nicer.”

“Yours has character,” he says, grinning. “Mine’s more like a studio with art and a bed.”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

He surprises me by stepping closer, his hands sliding up to cradle my head. His lips are on mine before I can say anything, soft but insistent, pulling me into him. When he pulls back, his voice is low. “Do you mind if I shower here?”

I nod, still catching my breath. “Bathroom’s down the hall, first door on the left.”

He kisses me again, quickly this time, before disappearing down the hallway. And for the first time all day, I realize I’m not as scared as I was. If Beau and Mason take the news like Kieran… maybe everything will be okay.

I feed Slim, then grab a soda from the fridge, twist off the cap, and take a sip. The cold fizz settles the weird buzz in my chest—not nerves, exactly, just… something.

My phone vibrates on the counter, and I glance at the screen. Logan. Of course, he’s dying for details.

Did you tell him?

I swipe open the message.

Yep. Everything.

Three dots appear immediately, and I smile. Predictable.

EVERYTHING, everything? How’d he take it?

He was chill. Surprisingly. I’ll explain tomorrow. He’s staying the night.

I don’t even wait for his response before setting the phone face down on the counter.

Another sip of soda, then I head to my bedroom, picking up Kieran’s hoodie on the way. It smells faintly like him—soap, faint woodsy cologne, and something that’s just… him.

I toss it over the chair and pull off my dress, swapping it for a black tank top and a pair of soft cotton shorts.

The cool air hits my skin as I tug my hair into a loose bun. After kicking my shoes into the corner, I walk to the bathroom to wash my face, and there he is. Blond hair damp, droplets trailing down his chest, and… holy shit.

The towel. Tiny. White. Barely holding on to his hips.

He grins when he catches me staring. “You good?”

Good? No, I’m barely breathing.

I nod quickly, gripping the edge of the sink. “Yeah. Fine.”

He steps closer. The room suddenly feels a lot smaller. “Forgot my bag in the car. This okay?” He gestures at the towel like it’s no big deal.

It’s a huge fucking deal.

“It’s… fine,” I manage, my voice cracking a little.

Without asking, he plucks my toothbrush from the holder and brushes his teeth like he owns the place.

His body is so close, I can feel the heat radiating off him. He leans into me, pressing me against the sink.

I gasp softly. His hips shift, and I swear I feel him harden against me.

“Thanks,” he mumbles around the toothbrush. He spits, rinses, and then presses a kiss to the side of my neck. His lips are soft but firm, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

My brain is short-circuiting, but I manage to grab the same toothbrush—yeah, hygiene’s not a priority right now—and brush my teeth.

His hands find my waist, sliding under my tank top.

“Daisy,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re killing me here.”

I spit, rinse, and barely set the toothbrush down before his hands travel lower, cupping my ass.

“You don’t stop, you’re not getting to bed,” I say, trying to sound stern, but my voice betrays me.

“I wasn’t planning on sleeping.” His voice is low, full of promise.

He slides his hand into my shorts, his fingers grazing my clit in a way that sends sparks shooting through my body.

“Watch me,” he says, his voice a husky command.

I lock eyes with him in the mirror, his light blue gaze holding me captive. His other hand slides up my stomach, stopping just below my breasts.

“Kieran—”

“Shh.” He presses a thumb to my lips, then moves it down, tracing my jaw. His fingers find their target again, rough and deliberate.

My head falls back, a quiet whimper escaping before I can stop it.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Taking everything I give you.”

When the orgasm takes me, it’s like a tidal wave crashing over me. My knees buckle and he catches me, spinning me around to face him. His mouth claims mine in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw heat.

“Take me to bed,” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky but certain.

“Yes, ma’am.” Instead of leading me anywhere immediately, he steps back and untucks the towel.

I blink, stunned as he unfastens the small piercing at the head of his very hard cock. My mouth waters. I want him in my mouth. Then his actions register. “What are you doing?”

He glances up, his lips quirking. “Don’t wanna hurt the baby.”

My heart twists. Three weeks. I know it’s fine, but the gesture—shit, I don’t even have words.

I just stare as he finishes, then straightens and holds out a hand.

“C’mon.”

I take it, letting him guide me to the bed. It’s not just heat in his eyes anymore. It’s something deeper.

Kieran is here, and he’s planning to stay. The pressure in my chest eases.