Page 30 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Mason

I wake up to the soft, steady breaths of Beau and Kieran. They are both wrapped around Daisy, only her bright red hair poking from under Beau’s arm. I stretch a little, careful not to disturb them, then slowly slide out of bed.

My bones crackle as I stand, and a grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. Damn, I could get used to this.

The whole waking-up-as-a-mess-of-sated-joy thing. But right now, breakfast calls.

I grab my boxers off the floor, slip them on, and make my way downstairs. My feet drag a little, but it’s worth it.

I open the fridge, grab a bottle of water, and gulp down a couple of swigs. As I’m pulling the bottle away, a little ball of fluff pads out from the shadows.

“Hey, Slim,” I say, grinning at the tiny kitten that’s wandered into the kitchen.

I scoop him up, nuzzling him gently. Damn, he’s cute.

I grab a bowl and pour some milk into it, setting it down in front of him. He dives into it like he’s starving.

I laugh under my breath, then stretch my arms over my head. It’s like a free poppin’ and crackin’ sound system with every move.

I glance around, feeling already awake, so I wash my hands and start pulling out the eggs. I crack a couple into a bowl, whisk them up, and slide some bread into the toaster.

Just a regular morning. I kinda like the routine of it, even if it’s not exactly a morning I’d expected.

The door creaks open behind me. I turn my head, and there she is—her hair a mess, looking adorable as hell in one of Beau’s shirts.

“Morning,” I say, giving her a lazy grin.

She’s half asleep still, but she walks over to me and kisses me. Soft lips. I kiss her back, just a quick one, but damn, it still packs a punch.

“What are you up to?” she asks, rubbing her eyes.

“Making breakfast,” I answer, gesturing to the eggs. “For you. For us.”

“Really?” She sounds surprised, but also kind of… pleased? “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” I say, laughing softly. “Just breakfast. I gotta leave soon anyway.”

Her brows raise, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Home to change. Gym, next. Then, brunch with my mom—she’s back in Miami,” I answer casually, cracking the eggs into a hot pan. Then, turning to her. “You should come with me.”

She tilts her head, thinking. “You sure you want me tagging along?”

I flip the eggs, then turn to her with a grin. “Yeah. I’d love for you to meet her.”

She looks like she’s thinking it over for a second, but then she leans forward, pressing her lips to my jaw. “Okay.”

I clean off and move over to her, sliding my hands under her thighs and lifting her up onto the counter. She squeaks a little, surprised, but that look in her eyes? It’s the one that says she’s game.

She lets out a soft, breathy laugh when I set her down, my hands still holding her.

I kneel in front of her, pushing her shirt up just enough to get a look at her swollen cunt and the heat between her legs.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” I murmur, brushing my fingers along her skin.

She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, I dip my head and kiss her inner thigh, letting my tongue follow the line, making her inhale sharply. It’s all slow, teasing, until I feel the tension build under my lips.

Her breath hitches, but I keep going, taking my sweet time. The taste of her on my tongue? Jesus, it’s addictive. She’s shuddering a little now, every inch of her responding, and I can’t get enough of it. My hands slide to her hips, gripping her tight to hold her in place as I continue.

I look up at her. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I keep going, licking, tasting, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her fingers tug at my hair, pulling me closer. “Mason...” she breathes, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, babe?” I ask, my lips still pressed against her.

“I—I need you,” she manages to get out, her voice barely a whisper, but I can hear the need in it.

I grin against her skin. “You got me, sweetheart.”

I don’t stop. Not until she’s shivering and gasping, her body tensing before I feel her explode.

She’s breathless when I pull away, looking down at me with a half-dazed expression.

“Fuck, Mason…” she breathes, her voice trembling with aftershocks.

I stand up, my fingers brushing her skin one last time. “You’re welcome.”

She smiles, her lips still swollen from the kiss. “I didn’t think you’d be this good at breakfast.”

I laugh, grabbing the eggs off the stove and serving them up. “You’d better get used to it. I’m good at a lot of things.”

She chuckles and slides off the counter, stretching her legs. “You’re cocky.”

“Can’t help it. I know what I’m good at,” I tease.

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile there too. “Okay, okay. Let’s eat before you leave.”

I hand her a plate and sit down with mine, but before I can dig in, she pecks my lips. “Thanks for making this.”

“Anytime,” I say with a wink. “Now, eat up. Gotta get you ready for my mom.”

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, just shoves a bite of eggs in her mouth. The sound of her chewing fills the kitchen for a moment, and for once, the world feels right.

When the other men come down ten minutes later, they look as tired as I feel.

“Thanks for breakfast,” Kieran says, pouring orange juice into a glass.

I explain to them that I need to leave.

“We can drop Daisy off at her place, and then you can pick her up from there,” Beau says.

“Yes. That way I can at least get dressed and ready for brunch.” She nods. Kieran tugs her, wrapping an arm around her. She turns her face to him, smiling as he leans in to brush his lips on hers.

“The brunch is at noon, so please don’t keep her too late.” I smile.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Beau says.

I walk over, place my bowl in the sink, and then kiss her.

She sighs softly. “I won’t be late, I promise.”

I heard upstairs to get dressed, and by the time I come back, Kieran has her bent over the kitchen island. Beau has his cock in his hand as Kieran finger fucks her. What a goddamn sight!

I take one last look at them before shouting. “Heading to the gym. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t,” she gasps.

I wink at her and walk out the door as she moans. Whatever Kieran is doing to her, he’s doing it right.

I smile all the way home, fighting my own goddamn erection.

I pull out my phone, scroll to her contact, and hit call.

She picks up almost immediately. “Hey,” her voice sounds soft, still a little groggy, but I like it.

“I’m here,” I tell her, grinning. “Come on down, sunshine.”

“Okay, give me a sec.”

I lean against the car, looking up at the apartment building as I wait. I can feel the heat of Miami already creeping into the air.

My hands are a little sweaty, but that’s nothing new. Not when I’m thinking about her.

A few minutes later, the door swings open, and she steps out. Daisy’s wearing a sundress.

It’s simple, but damn, does it fit her perfectly.

She smiles when she sees me, and my stomach does this stupid little flip. I can’t help it. She walks down the stairs, her steps light, and I meet her halfway, pulling her into a kiss.

“You look amazing,” I say against her lips, feeling her smile as I kiss her deeper.

She pulls away, eyes sparkling, and nods. “Ready.”

“You sure?” I ask. She looks a little nervous. A little too nervous for my liking.

She exhales, and I can see her trying to calm herself down. “Yeah,” she says, biting her bottom lip. “I’m just nervous. I haven’t really… met anyone’s mom like this before.”

I nod, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “My mom’s a sweetheart. You’ll be fine. Trust me.”

She doesn’t look entirely convinced, but she nods anyway. “Okay. I trust you.”

I give her a grin and open the door. “Let’s go, then.”

The place we’re going is exclusive, and I mean exclusive. I’ve been here a million times, but even I can’t help but appreciate the upscale vibe every damn time.

The soft jazz playing in the background, the crisp white linens on every table, the low hum of conversations. Miami at its finest. It’s fancy, but not so stuffy that you can’t breathe. I like it.

When we walk in, my mom’s already sitting there, sipping on a mimosa, and she’s beaming when she sees me. God, I love her.

“Mason!” She stands up, arms open for a hug. I walk over and wrap her up in a tight one, kissing her cheek.

“Hey, Mom,” I say, smiling back at her.

She pulls away, looking at Daisy now. “And who is this?”

I grin, slipping my arm around Daisy’s waist. “This is Daisy Love. She’s a reporter for the Miami Herald … and my girlfriend.”

I watch Daisy’s face closely. She’s taken aback for a second, but then she just smiles, all professional and calm as hell, and shakes my mom’s hand. “Nice to meet you,” she says politely.

My mom beams even wider. “It’s lovely to meet you, Daisy. Please, have a seat.”

We all sit down, and I glance at Daisy. I know she’s probably feeling the pressure, but she’s handling it way better than I expected.

My mom’s already scanning the menu. “What will we be having today?” she asks, looking over at me.

“Eggs Benedict for me, as usual,” I say, smiling. “And the French toast for Daisy.”

Daisy raises an eyebrow, looking at me. “How do you know what I want?”

I chuckle. “Trust me, I know.”

She smirks, shaking her head but going along with it. “Fine, I’ll have the French toast. Sounds good.”

Mom glances over at her. “And I’ll have the crab cakes,” she adds, looking at the waiter who’s already arrived. We all place our orders, and the waiter heads off.

“So,” my mom says, flipping through a catalog she’s got on the table, “I came back because… I finally found those kitchen taps I was looking for. Here, look.” She slides the catalog over to me and Daisy. “Which one do you think, Daisy? I want something that goes with classic black marble.”

I’m watching Daisy closely, a little amused by the whole thing. She’s clearly out of her element, but she’s keeping it together.

She looks at the taps and hums thoughtfully.

“I think the stainless steel ones would look great,” she says after a second, pointing at one of the designs. “They’re sleek and modern, but not too...over the top.”

Mom nods approvingly. “I agree. You have a good eye.” Then she turns to me with a grin. “Maybe she can help me with the rest of the house.”

Daisy laughs, shaking her head. “I’m not an interior designer, but I can give advice.”

I watch them for a second, proud of how Daisy’s handling herself. She’s confident, and that’s exactly how I want her to be around my mom.

After a beat, I turn to my mom. “By the way, Daisy’s working on a piece about me and the team.”

“Really?” My mom lights up, looking over at Daisy. “I can’t wait to read it. You’re writing about Mason, huh?”

Daisy smiles, nodding. “Yep, and the rest of the team. It’s going to be a fun piece.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to it,” my mom says. “You should come by and visit once it’s finished. We’ll have a little celebration.”

Before Daisy can reply, my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID. It’s Coach.

“Excuse me,” I mutter to them as I stand up and walk away.

As I talk to Coach Ace about the practice tomorrow, I see them bonding. My mom’s laughing at something Daisy said. It feels… right. I like it.

I’ve got a feeling this is going to be good. But there’s still that big thing I need to tell my mom.

“Are you listening?” Coach says.

“Yes,” I reply, turning my attention back to what he is saying. I’m required to go for conditioning because the team therapist is worried about me.

He goes on and on and on. The whole conversation takes close to seven minutes.

I wrap up the call and head back to the table. Just as I sit down, my phone buzzes again. I glance at the screen. It’s a reminder from the team.

Practice tomorrow. Don’t be late.

I put the phone down and smile at Daisy and my mom. “So, how’s the food?” I ask them.

Daisy blinks at me once. “It’s perfect,” she says.