Page 33 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Kieran

I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, my knee bouncing. Mason exhales sharply beside me, crossing his arms as he stares at his phone.

“She’s being so fucking cryptic,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t she just tell us how it went?”

I nod, keeping my eyes on the road. “Yeah.” My voice is tight.

I don’t like not knowing. It’s been hours since her appointment, and she hasn’t said a word in the group chat. Not a single text, not even a damn emoji.

Mason sighs again, shifting in his seat. “You think it’s bad news?”

My grip tightens on the wheel. “I don’t know.”

I fucking hate this. Not knowing. Not being there with her. My stomach has been twisted up since we found out she was pregnant, but this silence? It’s worse.

When we finally pull into Beau’s driveway, Mason’s already unbuckling before I’ve even turned off the engine.

“She’d better have a good reason for keeping us in the dark,” he says, slamming the door shut.

We walk up to the house, neither of us talking. Mason knocks once before pushing the door open.

Inside, Daisy is curled up on the sofa, looking way too comfortable for someone who’s had us losing our minds all day.

Beau is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, like he’s waiting for us.

“Hey,” he says.

Mason doesn’t even acknowledge him. “What the hell, Daisy?”

She grins, like she hasn’t been torturing us.

Beau straightens. “We’re having twins.”

Silence.

Mason blinks. I swear my brain short-circuits.

“The fuck did you just say?” Mason asks.

Daisy laughs. Full-on laughs. She’s glowing, looking way too entertained by our reactions.

“Twins,” Beau repeats, smirking.

Holy shit.

I run a hand through my hair, exhaling. Mason just shakes his head, then grabs Daisy’s face and kisses her hard.

I’m still processing, but my body moves on instinct—I grab her next, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her lips.

She’s still laughing, and I swear my chest feels lighter than it has in weeks.

“We’re gonna be dads,” Mason mutters against her hair.

I let out something between a breath and a laugh. “Yeah, man. We are.”

Beau’s grinning now, but then Mason turns to him and punches him—hard—on the arm.

“What the fuck was that for?” Beau glares, rubbing his shoulder.

“For making us wait, asshole.”

Beau snorts. “Daisy wanted to tell you in person.”

Mason turns to her. “You enjoy making us suffer, don’t you?”

She shrugs, grinning. “Maybe a little.”

I shake my head, grinning too. “We should celebrate.”

“Dinner?” Mason suggests.

“We could make something here,” Beau offers.

Daisy tilts her head, eyes glinting. “I have a better idea.”

Then she reaches for the hem of her dress, her gaze flicking between us, teasing.

Mason arches a brow, arms crossing over his chest. “Yeah? What’s that?”

She stands slowly, stretching just enough to make the fabric shift higher on her thighs. “I think we should celebrate properly.”

Beau chuckles, shaking his head like he already knows where this is going. “And what exactly does that mean?”

Daisy moves closer, trailing her fingers down my chest, her touch light but electric. “It means…” She looks up at me, then at Mason, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “I want all of you.”

Heat pools low in my stomach.

Mason exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, Daisy.”

Beau watches her, his jaw tightening. “You sure?”

She nods, voice softer now. “I want to feel all of you.”

I exchange a look with Mason and Beau. We don’t need words to know we’re all thinking the same thing—she’s ours.

And tonight, we’re going to remind her of that.

Daisy steps back slowly, letting her fingers trail over each of us as she moves. Her confidence is intoxicating, the way she looks at us—like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Like she knows we’ll give her everything she wants.

Beau is the first to move, his hand catching her wrist, pulling her flush against him. “You drive us crazy, you know that?” he murmurs against her temple.

She smiles, breathless. “I know.”

Mason is right behind her, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her dress. “Then you won’t mind if we return the favor.”

I step closer, caging her between us. “You want to be taken care of, baby?” My voice is low, controlled, but my hands say otherwise as they slide over her hips. “You just have to ask.”

Her breath hitches, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at me. “Please.”

The way she says it makes my restraint snap.

Beau groans, pressing his lips to her neck. Mason’s hands tighten on her thighs, lifting her slightly. And me? I grip her chin, tilting her face toward me. “Good girl.”

I can feel Daisy’s pulse racing under my fingertips. Her lips part, eyes flicking between the three of us, full of hunger and something deeper—something she’s been holding back all this time.

Mason lets out a low growl as he pulls her closer, lifting her until she’s standing on her toes.

“You don’t get to tease us like that,” he mutters, his lips trailing down her neck. The heat between us is building, suffocating almost, and I can’t tell if I’m losing my mind or if she’s just making us all insane with the way she’s looking at us.

Beau’s hand slides up her back, tugging at her dress until it bunches at her waist, exposing her bare skin.

She gasps, but there’s no retreat in her eyes, no hesitation. She’s already so far gone—just like we are.

“You’re sure about this?” Beau asks again, his voice rough, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as her.

Daisy reaches up, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that’s almost too soft for the intensity of the moment.

“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Her words sink into me, pulling every last bit of control from my body. I need her. I need all of her, right now.

I slide my hands down her arms, feeling the way her skin shivers under my touch, the promise of what’s to come reflected in her eyes. She’s ours.

Her lips part in a gasp as Mason lifts her again, this time with a more urgent grip. “Tell me you want this,” he demands, his voice dripping with lust.

“I want this,” Daisy breathes, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I want all of you.”

And that’s all the confirmation we need.

We move as one—closer, faster, pulling her between us like she’s the only thing that matters. And in this moment, she is.

Everything else falls away. The chaos. The unknowns. The world outside this room.

There’s only the heat of her skin, the urgency of her need, and the overwhelming sense that this—this is exactly where we’re meant to be.

She moans, a sound that sends a jolt straight to my core, and I’m done holding back.

Daisy’s breath hitches when Beau pulls the dress over her head, her skin exposed, glowing under the dim light of the room.

There’s a moment of pure electricity between us, and it feels like the world has slowed down. The tension’s thick, like we’re all holding our breath, waiting for the next move.

She is so deliciously naked, her pussy glistening for us. I slide a hand up her stomach as Beau slides his hand between her legs to stroke her.

“Yes!” she cries out. I’m so hard, I think my cock might burst out of my boxers.

I walk behind her and cup her heavy breasts, kneading them gently. Her head falls back on my shoulder. Mason licks down her neck as Beau slides two fingers into her.

The filthy sound of her cunt as he fucks her fills the room.

Our girl is fucking soaked.

“Hold her open for me,” Beau says. I nod and walk back, settling on the sofa. Then I grab her thighs, pushing them apart, so she is up for our display. Beau groans as he works his cock out of his boxers.

“So pink and wet,” Mason growls, kneeling between my legs.

Her head rolls back when he makes contact with her wet slit. The slurping sound makes my cock jump in my pants.

She grinds down on me, her fingers digging into my arms. I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

Beau is fucking his own hand as Mason works her over with his tongue and lips, and I am kissing the soft whimpers off her lips.

When her back begins to arch, Mason stands, lips wet with her arousal. “She’s ready,” he says.

Beau smirks as he leans over her. His pants are just below his ass, only his cock and balls visible. His hands brace about my head, holding onto the sofa as he sinks into her.

She cries out. Beau isn’t gentle as he pulls out and thrusts again. “Look at me,” he tells her.

My legs continue to hold her open for him as he pulls out and bottoms in again.

Her whole body is shaking. Mason is now the one massaging his cock as he watches our friend fuck her.

Daisy’s head rolls back once again, and Beau roughly pulls her hair, forcing her eyes back on him. “A little help here,” he tells Mason, who gladly walks over to hold her hair up.

Then I watch as Mason uses his other hand to rub over her clit. Beau grunts once and then thrusts so hard that she claws at me. I watch his nostrils flare as he comes, pulling his cock out as he comes over her pussy and both Mason’s and my fingers.

“Fuck!” Daisy moans. I can tell that she was so close to her own release.

“My turn,” I say, lifting her off and placing her on the sofa. Mason immediately holds her in the same position I had her in.

My cock is already leaking as I work my pants and boxers down my legs. Then I’m sliding into her tight, wet heat.