Page 25 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Kieran

The whole night, I’ve been watching her. Hell, I think every guy in this room has been watching her.

Daisy fucking Love.

The dress she’s wearing—black, silky, clinging to her curves like it was painted on—should be illegal.

It’s got this low-cut neckline, sleeves hanging off her shoulders, and a slit so high up one leg it could ruin a man’s self-control for good.

Her hair’s up, a few loose strands framing her face, making her look effortless and expensive all at once. And those heels? Jesus.

I’m not the only one staring. Beau keeps messing with his cufflinks, a nervous tick I’m not even sure he realizes he has.

Mason’s gaze flicks to her every few minutes, and some guy at the bar has been eyeing her like she’s his next meal. It pisses me off more than it should.

She’s ours.

But then she moves—her face suddenly twisting like something’s wrong. And before I can process it, she’s hurrying out.

I don’t think. I just move.

She slips into the women’s bathroom, and I’m right behind her.

The door swings shut, and I hear it—her gagging, retching into the sink.

“Shit.” I step inside without hesitation, not giving a damn about boundaries.

She’s gripping the counter, knuckles white, her whole body tense as she dry heaves.

“Daisy,” I say low, moving toward her.

She glances at me through watery eyes, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “You—” She swallows. “You can’t be in here.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t give a fuck.” I step closer, rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. “You’re fine, all right? Just breathe.”

She grips the counter harder, eyes squeezing shut. Her shoulders rise and fall with a shaky breath.

“How often has this been happening?” I ask.

“A couple of times,” she admits, voice hoarse. “Mostly in the morning.”

Morning sickness.

I already knew, but hearing her say it, watching her like this—it does something to me. Something tight and possessive and fucking permanent.

I don’t think. I just pull her in.

She stiffens for half a second before sinking into me, pressing her face against my chest. My arms wrap around her automatically, holding her tight.

“You wanna go home?” I murmur against her hair.

She shakes her head. “I can’t. I need to get something for the paper.”

I exhale through my nose, not liking that answer one bit. “Mason and Blaze will figure something out for you. Right now, you need ginger ale and some rest.”

She looks up at me, eyes still watery but more focused now. Then she nods.

I keep my arm around her as we walk out—only to run straight into Ace.

Fuck.

His eyes sweep over Daisy, taking in her pale face, the way she leans into me slightly. His jaw tightens. “You okay?”

She recovers fast, offering a small smile. “Yeah. I just—” She gestures vaguely toward the dining area. “I hate the smell of fish. And I’ve had a stomach bug lately. It caught up to me.”

Ace studies her for a long second. “You should’ve told me. You could’ve missed the event.”

“I didn’t want to miss the opportunity,” she says smoothly, even managing to flash that bright, charming smile she’s known for. Impressive, considering she was just dry heaving into a sink.

He exhales, then gestures toward the door. “I’ll take you home.”

Before I can think about it, I say, “She lives close to me. I’ll drop her off.”

Ace’s gaze shifts to me, assessing. “You sure?”

Daisy jumps in before I can. “You shouldn’t miss such a big night,” she tells him, her voice light but firm.

He hesitates, then nods. “All right. Get some rest.”

We turn for the exit, and as soon as we’re out of earshot, Daisy leans in, voice low. “Do you think he suspects anything?”

No way in hell am I letting her stress about this right now.

“Of course not,” I say easily, keeping my hand on her back, still rubbing slow circles.

Outside, the valet pulls up with my brand new red Jeep Wrangler, and Daisy stares at it, brows lifting.

“Where’s the bike?” she asks.

I open the passenger door for her. “You think I’m carrying your pregnant ass on a motorcycle?”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “You got a car just to drive me around?”

I smirk. “Maybe.”

She shakes her head, amused, but her eyes are warm.

I lean in, pressing a kiss to her cheek before helping her into the Jeep.

The whole drive to her apartment, she’s quiet.

For once, I don’t mind.

Slim’s small body, sprawled out over my lap, rises and falls with each breath.

Daisy’s black kitten has been glued to me all night, purring like a damn engine, kneading at my thigh with tiny claws. I scratch under his chin, and he stretches, blinking, slow and lazy.

The sound of soft footsteps pulls my attention.

Daisy walks in, rubbing at her eyes, her red hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, a few strands escaping and curling around her flushed cheeks.

She’s in a pair of tiny pale pink shorts, the hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs, and an oversized white T-shirt that’s slipping off one shoulder, exposing her bare skin.

She looks soft. Comfortable. Adorable.

Her eyes flick to the ginger ale on the table. “Is that for me?”

I grab it, pop the cap, and hand it over. “How are you feeling now?”

She sighs, sinking onto the couch beside me, her legs curling under her. “So much better. Thanks.”

I don’t hesitate to pull her into me, wrapping an arm around her, kissing the top of her head as she snuggles closer.

She lifts Slim off my lap and settles him onto hers, stroking down his small back. Slim purrs for a second, then stretches, hopping off her lap and disappearing into the hallway.

Daisy laughs softly. “Guess he knows he’s not the center of attention anymore.”

“Smart cat,” I muse, dragging my fingers up and down her spine. “Beau is on his way with our dinner.”

She tilts her head up, hazel eyes searching mine. “You didn’t have to get dinner delivered. I would’ve been fine.”

I kiss her temple, my lips lingering. “There’s very little we won’t do for you.”

Her arms slide around my waist, her body melting into mine. She’s warm, soft, and everything in me tightens with the need to touch her, to make her forget the sickness, the stress, everything outside of this moment.

“He’s bringing Chinese,” I tell her, my fingers playing at the hem of her shirt. “Mason’s still schmoozing, but he’ll be here later.”

She tilts her chin up, her mouth so close, her breath warm against my skin. “You really didn’t have to.”

I brush my lips over hers, slow, teasing. “We wanted to.”

Her fingers slip under my shirt, nails scraping lightly over my stomach. I exhale, the heat between us shifting in an instant.

“Thought you were sick,” I murmur, sliding my hand down her back, gripping her waist.

“Horny,” she counters with a smirk, shifting in my lap, pressing against me exactly where she knows I’ll react.

My head falls back against the couch. “Jesus, Daisy.”

I help her up and tug her shorts down, delighted to find her naked underneath them.

When I slide my hand between her thighs, I find that she’s wet. Her fingers are sure as she works my belt off, and then she’s pushing my pants and black boxers down.

“Love,” I gasp as she runs a thumb over the tip. She smiles as she straddles me, her wet cunt gliding over my hard cock.

She lets out a low moan.

“Take what you need, baby,” I whisper before tugging at her earlobe.

She moves again, her mouth finding my jaw, kissing, nipping. My fingers dig into her hips, guiding her, holding her, needing her close.

I groan when her lips trail down my neck, when her hands slip lower.

I almost come on the spot as she leans forward and takes my whole length in one thrust. Her hand slides into my hair and tugs. I lift her and let her drop on my cock once more.

A shiver runs through her as she repeats the motion all on her own. Her panting breaths are needy as she grinds against me, chasing her release. I lay back and let her.

“I’m going to come,” she cries out, pressing herself against me.

“Then come.”

Her motions turn erratic as she rocks back and forth.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

Daisy moans against my throat, breath hitching.

I laugh, resting my forehead against hers. “That’s probably Beau.”

She doesn’t stop moving, still pressed against me, still grinding just enough to make my pulse spike.

Beau’s voice carries through the door. “You two gonna open up, or am I eating all this food myself?”

I shake my head, exhaling sharply. “Door’s open, asshole.”

Daisy buries her face in my neck, laughing breathlessly. She is still shifting, her cunt wet and warm as it wraps around my cock.

Beau steps in, setting the food on the table. He takes one look at us, his smirk slow and knowing. “So, what, you left the party just to come home and fuck?”

Daisy groans, covering her face. “Oh my god.”

I shrug, squeezing her hip. “She wasn’t feeling great.”

“I really wasn’t,” she echoes.

Her rhythm is off as she tries to pay attention to the conversation, but her body betrays her. She is still so wet and needy.

“Just a minute,” I tell Beau, sliding my palm down between us to press on her mound.

“Oh god!” she cries out. I smile as I push against her and use my thumb to flick at her clit.

She clenches once, her eyes rolling back as she comes hard.

I hold her against me, letting her rock her hips faster as she chases her orgasm.

Beau’s eyes flick between us, still amused. He steps closer, pressing a kiss to the top of Daisy’s head.

“Well, that was a hell of a welcome home.”

She exhales a shaky laugh, finally lifting her head. “Hey, Beau.”

“Hey.” He grins and kisses her softly again, his thumb brushing over her jaw. Her body shivers slightly, still sensitive, still coming down.

I watch the way her eyes flutter, the way she relaxes against me. My hand moves up her spine, stroking slowly.

Beau chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “All right, let’s eat before I say something that gets me kicked out.”

Daisy sighs and finally shifts, letting me help her up. I don’t let her go far, though, pulling her right back in for one last lingering kiss, her breath hitching against my lips.

She hums, pressing into my chest. “Maybe food first. Then more of this.”

I grin, nipping at her bottom lip before letting her go. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s feed you before you wear me out completely.” I tuck my still-hard cock into my boxers and watch as she slides her shorts back on.

Beau snorts, already unpacking the takeout. “Doubt that’s possible.”

Daisy laughs, leaning into me as we walk to the table. “Wanna bet?”