Page 34 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Mason

She is so pliant, her breathing erratic as Kieran fucks her.

He is ruthless with his strokes, rubbing and pinching at her clit. Tears slide down her cheeks, and Beau leans in and licks her clean.

“I’m so close,” she cries out. I push her legs wider.

Kieran presses on the spot just below her belly button and then tells her to hold it.

“I’m going…” she begs.

Kieran surprises me by slapping her clit once, making her back bow. “You don’t come until I come,” he says. Then he spits on her clit and presses deeper into her.

She turns her head to me, tears shimmering in her pretty eyes. I don’t think she was ready for this level of edging.

Her eyes are pleading, so all I do is smile.

Beau strokes her hair gently as Kieran continues to fuck her.

“You’re incredible,” I say, lifting her legs slightly, holding her in place. “God, you’re perfect.”

Daisy moans softly, her body arching into me. “I want to come,” she whispers, her voice trembling with desire.

“No,” we all reply in unison, which causes us to chuckle. Her eyes close as her head lolls back until its lying on me.

Kieran pinches her nipple hard. Her eyes fly open. “Sorry, I can’t…I can’t…I can’t…” as her orgasm washes through her.

I am still holding her, and Kieran is fucking her through the orgasm. When her shivers stop, she looks down at her cunt and says, “I tried to stop.”

“I know, baby,” Kieran says, pulling her head up and pressing his lips to hers as he finally comes. I watch as his movements turn erratic and then slow down.

He kisses her cheeks, lips, and forehead. “I’m sorry,” she says again.

“It’s okay,” Beau says, stroking her hair. I let her legs fall closed and shift her so she can lie on the sofa. I work my cock into her wet, slick heat.

Her head is thrown back as I slide out and back in.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she says.

The word causes all three of us to freeze. Her eyes are drowsy as she watches us.

I lean in and kiss her, then whisper that it’s okay, and we are not mad.

“Okay,” she says, as I fuck her. I try to be a lot gentler with her, although it takes all my restraint, seeing as the room is filled by the sound of her wet cunt swallowing my cock.

Beau walks to the other side of the sofa, takes her hand, and kisses it. She looks up at him.

“You make us so fucking happy, baby ,” he tells her.

Kieran sits and lets her rest her head on his lap. They are already administering aftercare while I am still inside her.

“Do you think you can come again?” Kieran asks her.

I slide her leg a little higher and thrust deeper.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Yes, what?” Kieran asks.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I feel my cock twitch once, a warning as my orgasm gains momentum.

“Good girl,” I tell her, rubbing a thumb over her clit and watching as her body flushes a pink color, and then she flutters around my cock and comes, triggering my own orgasm. Kieran strokes her lips and face as we both chase our orgasms.

Beau tells her she is the prettiest little thing, and she will have the prettiest babies and make us happy daddies.

It is all perfection.

We’re all there, surrounding her, each of us offering something—touch, heat, devotion. It’s intense, overwhelming in the best way. She’s ours to explore, to own, and to protect.

I clean her up after, as Beau holds her in his arms. After that, we have her drink a bottle of water. She falls asleep within seconds.

Kieran offers to carry her up to bed and snuggle with her.

As soon as they leave, Beau picks up cleaning products to work on his sofa, which has very clear cum stains on it.

“I can help,” I tell him.

“I’ve got it. But there is something I want to talk to you about….”

“What is it?” I ask, getting my own bottle of water. Beau looks at me once before spraying a solution from a bottle on the sofa.

“Go on.”

“I know why she was upset earlier…”

That makes me stiffen. “What was it?”

“It was about your brunch date with your mother…” Then, Beau proceeds to break my heart.

I dial my mom’s number, my fingers tapping against my leg like I can’t get them to stop. She picks up on the second ring.

“Mason, hey! I’m talking to the architect right now. Can I call you in about ten minutes?” she answers.

“Yeah, I bet you’re busy,” I snap, holding the phone tight, “but we need to talk now.”

There’s a pause, and I can almost hear her calculating her next words. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

“Did you really tell Daisy to take a step back? Did you really tell her that she was a gold digger?”

The silence on the other end is deafening. I can practically see her squirming. “I didn’t call her that. I?—”

“Then what the hell did you say?” My teeth grind together, jaw tight. “She said you told her that she was going to mess up our careers. You told her it would be very bad if she got pregnant. You told her to leave me alone, basically.”

“I was just trying to protect you!” she shoots back, defensive. “She is a gold digger, Mason. She’s not someone you should be getting involved with. You’re going places. You’ve got a future.”

I slam my fist into the wall behind me, cursing under my breath. “Don’t you ever talk about her like that again. You don’t know shit about her, and you sure as hell don’t get to call her names. Daisy’s important to me.”

There’s a pause. I can almost feel her staring at me through the phone, eyes cold. “You think she’s going to stick around when things get hard? She’s just a temporary fix, Mason. That’s all she is. A fucking puck bunny. I just know it.”

The anger inside me burns brighter. “You don’t get it, do you? She’s not just some girl, Mom. She’s carrying my kid.” The words hit me hard, but I don’t back down. “She’s carrying your grandchild.”

A small laugh escapes her, but it’s bitter. “I knew she was going to fucking do this. You need a prenup, Mason. You’re not thinking straight. She’s just?—”

“No.” I cut her off, my voice low, furious. “You watch your fucking language, Mom. Don’t ever talk about her like that again. I’m serious. If this is how you really feel, if you think she’s nothing but a mistake, then you can just skip my next game. You don’t need to show up.”

There’s a long, tense silence. I can hear her breathing heavily, like she’s about to explode. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Dead serious,” I say, holding back the rage building in me. “She’s my family now. And if you can’t accept that, I’m not wasting my time arguing with you.”

I wait for her response, but all I hear is the click of the phone hanging up.

I throw my phone on the couch, clenching my fists. What the fuck is wrong with her? Why doesn’t she get it?

Daisy’s everything to me. She’s not some sidepiece or some mistake. She’s mine. She’s ours.

The anger’s still simmering, but beneath it, a cold ache is forming. I can’t believe my mom would do this. I just can’t.