Page 27 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Mason
I stare at the text from Kieran for the fifth damn time.
Crashing at Beau’s. She’s out cold. Meet us there.
Attached is a picture of Daisy, lips parted slightly as she sleeps.
She looks so fucking small. So beautiful.
My cock twitches, and I shift in my seat, exhaling slowly. Fucking Kieran. He knows exactly what he’s doing, sending me this shit in the middle of a damn meeting.
I flip my phone over, forcing myself to focus.
Coach Ace is droning on about plays, Rhett’s talking strategy, and I’ve got half the team spacing out because it’s past midnight, and none of us wants to be here.
Most of the endorsement companies left an hour ago, and Coach wants to take the time to go over plays.
I swear this man only thinks about hockey.
I jot down notes on my phone. Adjusting power plays. Defending the rush. Something about our penalty kill needing work. My mind is half here, half on that picture.
Coach Ace is still talking to Rhett, and before he can get a word in with me, too, I wave and head toward my car.
I knock once, and the door swings open. Beau hands me a beer without a word.
“Where’s Kieran?” I ask, stepping inside.
“Swimming. Daisy’s upstairs, still asleep.”
I nod and follow him into the living room, settling onto the couch.
Beau kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “So? How was the rest of the meeting?”
I take a sip of my beer. “Boring as fuck.”
He snorts. “No shit.”
“Coach Ace wants us to tighten up defense, adjust power plays, something about our PK needing work—honestly, I stopped listening after a while.”
“Figures.”
We drink in silence for a few seconds before Beau glances at me.
“So… wanna tell me why you two decided to bring her here?” I roll the bottle between my palms.
Beau hums, taking another sip. “She passed out. Her bed’s tiny as shit. It wasn’t gonna work.”
I glance at him. “She’s gonna need more space soon.”
“Yeah?” He nods. “With the baby coming, that apartment is going to be small as hell.”
I exhale. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Getting her a bigger place?”
“Yeah.”
Beau leans back. “Could set her up somewhere nicer. Somewhere with room.”
“She’s stubborn as hell, though.”
He smirks. “Yeah, but we know how to wear her down.”
The conversation drifts, easy and familiar, both of us drinking, talking in low voices. The night stretches on.
Then—soft footsteps.
We both turn.
Daisy stands at the bottom of the stairs, drowning in a T-shirt, hair a mess, her small kitten cradled in her arms.
She squints at us. “How the hell are we here?”
Beau chuckles. “You don’t remember?”
She shakes her head, then looks at me, smiling a little. “Hey, Mason.”
My chest tightens. “Hey, baby.”
She shifts Slim in her arms, glancing around. “How am I in your house right now?”
“You passed out,” says Beau.
She blinks. “Oh.”
Then she walks toward me, slow, like she’s still half-asleep, and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“You okay?” I murmur against her mouth.
She nods. “Just a little nausea earlier. It passed.”
Her skin is warm, her lips soft, and she looks thoroughly fucked, glowing in a way that makes my dick ache.
Beau watches, smirking, and I just know he’s got something smart to say. But for once, he stays quiet.
“Where is Kieran?” she asks.
“Night swim,” Beau says, nodding toward the pool.
We both look just as Kieran dives in, cutting through the water like it’s nothing. Daisy smiles. “That looks like fun. Why are you two in here?”
I shake my head. “Hell no. It’s the middle of the night.”
She turns to me, presses a kiss to my mouth, quick and teasing. “I think I’m gonna join him.”
Before either of us can stop her, she puts Slim down and races to the pool. Beau and I follow her, watching, tongue-tied, as she yanks the oversized T-shirt over her head.
And that’s it. That’s all she had on.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as she sprints forward and jumps into the pool.
Beau huffs out a breath. “Thank God I can heat the water up.”
“Bless you,” I tell him, already moving.
She surfaces with a gasp, hair slicked back, cheeks pink from the temperature change.
Kieran grins at her, pulling her into his arms. She laughs, legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses her.
It’s hot, playful. It’s a little too much for me to stand here watching like a fucking voyeur.
Beau flips a switch by the wall. “There. Water’s heating up.”
Kieran pulls back just enough to glare at him. “And you didn’t do that earlier because?—?”
Beau shrugs, taking a sip of his beer. “Didn’t think about it.”
Kieran gives me a quick look, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “When’d you get here?” he asks.
“Just a little bit ago,” I reply, not really caring about the details. I glance at Daisy, who’s now swimming around, her red hair practically glowing in the dim light.
She looks like she’s in her element.
Kieran raises an eyebrow. “You joining us?”
Beau shrugs, taking another sip of his beer. “Just a minute.”
Daisy laughs, sinking into the water before pushing off and swimming backward. “I almost feel bad that the first time I came here, we didn’t actually swim.”
Beau chuckles. “Yeah, well, we broke my pool chair that night, so no regrets.”
She grins. “That was a good night.”
“It was,” he replies, his eyes twinkling.
I wish I had been there to see it. What positions were they in? Did he fuck her from the back? Did she suck him off? Did she…
My horny thoughts are interrupted by Daisy coming over. “The water is incredible.”
I watch her just as she dives into the water again, her body sleek and graceful beneath the surface. She resurfaces with a smile that makes me want to do nothing but kiss her senseless.
I don’t hesitate.
I strip off everything except my black and white checkered boxers. There’s no way I’m passing up the chance to get in the water with her. As I leap into the pool, I feel the warmth of it immediately surrounding me.
The water’s warm, but the chill in the air makes the heat of her body that much better when she swims to me. I pull her close, pressing against her as I kiss her, deep and slow. She giggles against my lips, and I feel it everywhere.
Her lips taste like the night air and everything I want.
Beau’s the next to join. He peels off his shirt, his pants, and jumps in.
Daisy watches him, then pouts. “Not fair that I’m the only naked one.”
Kieran smirks, shoving his shorts down. “Easy fix.”
We follow his lead. The water wraps around us, warm and soothing, as we move around each other, touching and teasing her. It’s easy. It’s the most fun we’ve had together in a long time.
Daisy’s laughter echoes around us as she floats on her back. “We should’ve done this sooner.”
Kieran swims up beside her, brushing his fingers along her thigh. “Better late than never.”
The way the night’s unfolding, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun.
There is a lightness to it all. It’s playful, but there’s something else, too, a chemistry between all of us that feels undeniable.
The laughter comes easily, and before long, Daisy’s giggling again as she swims in circles.
We take turns kissing her, stealing little touches beneath the water. She gasps, eyes fluttering closed as our hands roam, teasing, never enough.
Then, Beau suggests a game. “Let’s play,” he says, and there’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. “We’ll see if she can guess who’s touching her.”
The rules are simple. Daisy has to guess whose fingers are teasing her, whose hands are exploring her.
We all take turns, and each time she tries to guess, she’s met with a new sensation that makes her laugh and gasp in equal measure. She gets it right once, then wrong twice, until she gives up with a breathless laugh.
“Not fair. You’re cheating.”
Beau smirks. “We’d never.”
She’s so damn happy, so carefree, and it’s contagious. I can’t help but kiss her again, this time deeper, hungrier, as she starts to moan softly.
She clutches my shoulders, her mouth parted, eyes dark. Kieran presses a kiss to her jaw, his fingers skimming along her ribs, making her shiver. Beau slides a hand lower, teasing her in slow, lazy circles.
“You look so fucking sexy like this,” I murmur, watching as she falls apart for us. Her body arches, and her breath hitches in such a beautiful way that I swear it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
And that’s the best part—watching her let go, drowning in the pleasure we give her, her body soft and warm between us, her laughter mixing with the sound of the water around us.
It’s everything. And the night’s still young.