Page 26 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Beau

I run a hand through my hair and stretch, cracking my neck. “All right, princess, we got kung pao chicken, beef lo mein, dumplings, fried rice, and some egg rolls ’cause I know you like to steal mine.”

I point at Daisy.

“What do you want?”

She tilts her head, looking between the bags. “Chicken and rice.”

Kieran reaches over, grabbing the containers and sliding them toward her. “Eat.”

She rolls her eyes but scoops a bite into her mouth, sighing softly. “Mm. So good.”

She’s squished between us on the couch, tucked under Kieran’s arm, her thigh pressed against mine. I glance at her, studying her face.

“How are you feeling now?”

She chews, swallows. “Better. But I gotta go for a check-up in two days.”

I nod. “We’re going with you.”

Kieran hums in agreement. “Obviously.”

Her eyes soften as she looks at both of us. Then she leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips, then Kieran’s.

Kieran shifts.

I smirk, catching the movement. “Didn’t come?”

His smirk matches mine. “Not yet. Planning on it, though.”

Daisy sucks in a breath and presses her thighs together. Yeah, she caught that.

I grab the remote, turning on the TV. Some crime doc is on, about a drug bust or something.

Daisy points at the screen. “Damn, I think I watched this already. What happened after I left the party?”

I lean back, rubbing my hand over my jaw. “Took an endorsement deal.”

Her brows lift. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” I tell her. “It’s with MegaPlus.”

“The workout protein shake?” she asks.

Kieran chuckles. “Didn’t know you were into that.”

I shake my head. “Wasn’t. Had to get her a story.”

Daisy blinks. “You took a sponsorship gig just so I’d have a story?”

I shrug, reaching for my food. “Yeah.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me like she’s trying to figure me out. Then she shifts, turns toward me, and kisses me harder this time.

My chopsticks clatter onto the table.

“Come here,” I say, voice rough, tugging at the waistband of those little shorts she just put back on not long ago.

She grins, straddling me in one smooth move, her hands bracing against my shoulders.

Kieran exhales sharply next to us.

I push my pants and briefs down just enough, letting my cock spring free. Daisy licks her lips, wraps her fingers around me, stroking slowly.

“My turn,” I murmur, watching her eyes darken.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I grip her waist, lift her, and slide into her in one smooth thrust. She’s still wet from her orgasm, still tight.

Her head falls back. “Fuck.”

Kieran pulls her back by her chin, kissing her, swallowing her sounds.

I groan, rocking her against me, gripping her hips. “You’re still fucking soaked.”

She gasps, clutching at my shoulders.

Kieran smirks, then sets his own food down. His hands go to his zipper. He pulls himself free, thick, hard. He grabs Daisy’s hand, guiding it to him.

“You get to fuck him first,” he says, voice low. “But you’d better make me finish.”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I grip her harder, slamming up into her, watching the way she clenches around me, watching the way Kieran groans as her fingers wrap around him.

“Fuck,” Kieran mutters. “She’s so good, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I growl, grinding into her, watching the way she falls apart between us. “Perfect.”

His hand wraps around her much smaller one, helping her with her rhythm as she strokes him. Our little multi-talented princess.

“Do you think you can come on my cock, baby ?” I ask, thrusting up again.

She whimpers softly.

Kieran groans, his grip tightening on her as he curses under his breath. Daisy’s fingers squeeze around him, working him faster, her movements erratic, desperate.

“Shit,” he grits out, head tilting back for half a second before he catches her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Just like that, princess. Fuck, you’re so?—”

His words cut off as his muscles go rigid, a sharp exhale leaving him as his body shudders against hers. Daisy watches him, biting her lip, her thighs trembling where she’s straddling me.

Hot spurts of come shoot out of him, covering both of their hands.

“Goddamn.” Kieran drags a hand down his face. Then, before she can move, he reaches for the hem of her pajama top, tugging it over her head. “Need to see you.”

Her breath stutters as the fabric drops to the floor.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, running my hands up her sides, feeling her skin warm beneath my palms. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

She huffs out a soft laugh, but it turns into a gasp as I grip her hips and flip her onto her back against the couch.

“Beau—”

“Mm?” I push back into her, bottoming out in one slow, deep stroke, watching the way her lips part, her fingers digging into the cushions.

Kieran is right there, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing against her jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice a soft contrast to the way I’m fucking her. “I wanna see how good you look like this. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Coming for us like a perfect little slut.”

Her lashes flutter, but she listens, locking eyes with him. He kisses her, slow and deep, swallowing the little sounds she makes as I push harder, deeper, until?—

Her body tightens.

I groan, grip tightening as she clenches hard, gasping into Kieran’s mouth.

“That’s it,” he breathes against her lips, watching her come undone. “So fucking pretty when you let go.”

That’s all it takes for me to follow, my own release slamming into me like a goddamn freight train. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, muscles tensed as I ride it out.

She’s heaving by the time it’s over, collapsing against Kieran’s chest as he gathers her up, holding her close.

“How was that, baby?” he asks, stroking her hair.

She hums, pressing her face into his shoulder. “Good. So good.”

Her thighs are shaking.

I watch for a second before I slide my hands down, parting them gently. She’s soaked, dripping, flushed in the best way. My stomach tightens at the sight.

I glance at Kieran. “Look at this.”

He tilts his head, eyes darkening. “Yeah?”

I lean in, pressing a kiss right there. She whimpers, fingers gripping my hair.

“Pink. Swollen.” I slide a finger along her slick skin, glancing up at Kieran. “Wanna see?”

His jaw tics. “Fuck.”

We shift her, moving her so she’s in my lap now, legs spread, Kieran kneeling between them.

His hands slide up her thighs, his gaze locked on her. “Now, I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart.”

She whimpers again, her breathing uneven, her body still twitching from earlier.

Kieran lowers his head.

She cries out, gripping my arms, nails digging in as I hold her close, stroking her cheek.

“Just let him soothe you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You took us so well.”

She’s shaking in my arms, body tensing all over again as Kieran works her over, his mouth slow, deliberate.

“Breathtaking,” I whisper, watching the way she unravels. Watching the way she gives in to it completely.

My hand slides down to part her so Kieran can lick her better. His tongue darts in and out of her, his saliva and her arousal sliding over my fingers as he sucks on her clit.

She’s shaking against me, whining in a way that makes her words hard to decipher. Kieran slides his tongue inside her cunt once again. I feel my cock twitch at the sight.

Daisy lets out a sharp gasp, her whole body going tight, muscles locking as she comes. Hard.

And then?—

“Jesus—” I jolt as a sudden rush of wetness coats my fingers.

Kieran pulls back slightly, blinking like he just got hit with cold water. Then he grins. “Well, fuck.”

Her breath stutters, body jerking against me, her hands shaking as she tries to hold onto something—anything. She collapses against my chest, boneless, completely spent.

“Didn’t know you had that in you, sweetheart,” Kieran murmurs, dragging a hand down his face before shaking his head. “Goddamn.”

Daisy makes a sleepy, incoherent noise, her face half-buried in my shoulder, too out of it to even respond.

Kieran stands, stretching his arms as he heads toward the bathroom. “I’ll be back.”

I sit there, holding her against me, fingers brushing through her damp hair as she breathes slow and deep, her body warm and soft against mine.

Kieran returns a minute later with a warm cloth, crouching down as he gently cleans her off first, then himself. He works fast, efficient but careful.

When he’s done, he scoops her up into his arms, cradling her like she weighs nothing. “Go clean up,” he tells me. “I’ve got her.”

I head to the bathroom, washing up, running my hands through my hair before stepping back out.

She’s already asleep, mouth slightly parted, her face tucked against Kieran’s chest.

I shake my head, smiling. “Damn, we knocked her out.”

Kieran chuckles, adjusting his grip on her. “She’s gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” I murmur, grabbing a T-shirt from the pile of clothes we tossed earlier. I slide it over her head, lifting her just enough to get her arms through. She barely stirs. “We should put her to bed.”

We walk over to her bedroom and then glance toward her small queen-sized bed in the corner.

There’s a beat of silence. Then?—

Kieran snorts. “No way in hell we’re all fitting in there.”

I shake my head. “Not happening.”

“Your house or mine?”

“Mine.”

Kieran nods, shifting her slightly in his arms. “We should wake her up, see if she needs anything before we go.”

I nudge her gently. “Daisy.”

She groans, pressing her face deeper into Kieran’s chest.

“Daisy, you need anything?” I try again.

She mutters something completely unintelligible, then goes limp again.

Kieran smirks. “That answer your question?”

I sigh. “I’ll grab her stuff.”

While Kieran holds her, I move through her apartment, packing up her laptop and charger, grabbing a few ginger ales from the fridge because she’s always drinking them to soothe her morning sickness.

Then I spot Slim, curled up in his little bed, watching us with narrowed eyes.

“All right, come on, dude,” I mutter, scooping up the cat and placing him in his carrier. I grab a few of his treats and tuck them into my pocket before heading back.

“Got everything?” Kieran asks.

“Yeah.” I grab her keys, locking up behind us as we step into the hallway.

Daisy is still snoring softly in Kieran’s arms.

“Do you think this counts as kidnapping?” Kieran asks, raising a brow.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Fuck, I hope not.”

We walk down to my car, leaving Kieran’s Jeep parked nearby. He lays her down gently in the backseat, adjusting her so she’s comfortable before stepping back.

I slide into the driver’s seat, glancing at him as he gets in. “Text Mason. Let him know where we’re headed.”

Kieran pulls out his phone, smirking as he types. “You do realize if we get pulled over, we have no good way to explain this?”

I chuckle, starting the engine. “Yeah, well, let’s hope we don’t. The police would have a fucking field day with this.”