Page 28 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Daisy
Beau comes back with towels, tossing one at Mason before wrapping me up in another. I’m a little out of breath, a little dazed. The warmth of the towel against my skin makes me sigh.
“You good, Red?” Kieran asks, tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear.
I nod. “Just sleepy. And…” I glance at the pool, at the way the water still ripples. “That was fun.”
Mason smirks. “Yeah, watching you strip and jump in like that? Definitely fun.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling as Beau suddenly grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
A startled laugh bubbles out of me. “Hey!”
“You’re dead on your feet,” he says, patting the back of my thigh. “Let’s get you inside.”
A sharp smack lands on my ass. I yelp.
“Hey, be gentle,” Kieran chides, but he’s grinning as he kisses my cheek when Beau shifts me.
We step inside, the warmth of the house wrapping around me. The lights are dim, cozy. Slim is curled up on the couch, a tiny ball of fur.
I smile sleepily. “Look at him, making himself at home.”
Beau chuckles. “Yeah, well, he didn’t break my pool chair the first time he got here.”
I gasp, reaching up to swat at his arm. “We didn’t really break it.”
Mason snorts. “It was in two pieces, babe. Blaze just sent pictures to the group chat.”
Heat rushes to my face, but I’m still giggling as they carry me upstairs. Someone spanks me again, lighter this time.
I twist to glare at Mason. “Was that you?”
He raises both hands. “Innocent.”
“Liar.”
I’m still laughing when they drop me onto the bed. The softness envelops me, the scent of them lingering in the sheets. It’s dizzying.
The realization of where I am, who I’m with, crashes over me.
I’m here. With three of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. And they’re all looking at me like they want to devour me.
Mason leans down, brushing his lips over mine. His fingers trail over my thigh, making me shiver.
Beau strokes a hand down my back, lazy and slow. “You still up for more, Red?”
Kieran cocks his head, watching me closely. “Or did we wear you out?”
I bite my lip, considering. Then I laugh. “I don’t know if it’s the hormones or you guys unlocking something feral in me, but yeah—I want more.”
Beau grins, looking over at Mason. “Guess we’d better take care of her, huh?”
Mason just smirks, flipping me onto my back and passing me over to Kieran, who immediately tucks me against him.
I squeak. “Okay, seriously, you guys need to stop handing me around like I’m a damn football.”
Mason raises a brow. “Oh?”
Before I can react, he takes me back from Kieran, settling me onto his lap.
Beau chuckles. “I don’t know, baby. Kinda fun watching you bounce between us.”
My stomach flips. The weight of their attention is intoxicating. Then Beau pulls something from the nightstand—a bottle of lube.
Cherry-flavored.
I burst into laughter.
“What?” Beau asks, brows furrowing.
Kieran shakes his head, grinning. “We’ve used that exact same brand before.”
Mason eyes the bottle. “Is it any good?”
I smirk, taking it from Beau’s hand. “How about I show you?”
Beau lets out a low groan. “Fuck, I like where this is going.”
I flick the cap open, the scent of artificial cherries hitting me immediately.
It’s sweet, a little nostalgic, like the lip gloss I used to hoard in high school.
Mason watches me with a lazy smile, his hands gripping my hips. “You sure you can handle all of us?”
My pulse kicks up, but I meet his gaze without hesitation. “I don’t know, Mason. You sure you can handle me?”
Kieran chuckles, low and deep, brushing his lips along my shoulder. “Oh, I like this side of you.”
Beau leans back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, watching. Waiting. There’s something about the way they look at me, like I’m some kind of prize, which sends a thrill down my spine.
I dip a finger into the lube, rolling it between my fingers. “Well?” I look between them, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Who’s first?”
Mason lets out a low groan, his grip tightening just slightly. “Fuck, you’re dangerous.”
Beau takes the bottle from my hand, popping the cap again and squeezing some onto his fingers. “Let’s start slow, yeah?”
The cool sensation of his touch makes me gasp, my back arching slightly. I bite my lip, eyes flicking between them. The way they surround me, the way their hands skim over my skin—it’s almost too much, and yet not enough at the same time.
Kieran brushes his lips against my temple. “Relax, Daisy. Let us take care of you.”
I let out a shaky breath, nodding. “I trust you.”
And then they begin.
Mason’s mouth is on my neck, kissing and biting just hard enough to make me gasp. Kieran’s fingers trace along my spine, teasing, while Beau’s hands are firm, steady, grounding me.
The room is warm, the air thick with tension. The weight of their attention, the way they touch me like they can’t get enough—it’s dizzying.
Beau murmurs against my skin, his voice rough. “Ready?”
I let out a breathless laugh, my head tilting back. “I guess we’re about to find out.”
Mason grins against my throat, teeth scraping along my pulse. “I fucking love this girl.”
I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment, into them. Right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Kieran slides a hand lower, his fingers teasing between my thighs before drifting back, circling my ass. The motion makes me jolt. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, “You ever let anyone play here, sweetheart?”
Heat rushes through me, my breath hitching. “No,” I confess, my voice barely audible.
“Good,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Means I get to be the first.”
Mason groans, his grip tightening on my hips. “Fuck, Kieran, don’t tease her too much.”
Beau chuckles, his fingers replacing Kieran’s, applying just enough pressure to make me whimper. “She likes it, don’t you, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement.
I swallow hard, my body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” I admit, breathless.
Kieran presses his lips to my ear. “That’s our good girl. Now, let’s see just how much you can take.”
I let out a shaky exhale, surrendering completely. Tonight, I’m theirs.