Page 71 of Power Play Daddies
For the second morning in a row, I wake up cocooned by him, his solid chest against my back, his breathing steady in my ear.
And he’s hard. Again.
I shift slightly, and his grip tightens. When I roll over to face him, he’s already awake, watching me with a slow, lazy smile that makes my insides flutter.
His lips brush my forehead, then slide down to catch mine in a kiss—slow and warm, like he’s savoring me.
“Morning, little mama,” he says, his voice low and rough, dripping with that mix of sweetness and smugness that makes my stomach twist in all the right ways.
“Morning,” I mumble, still groggy, but melting into him. He makes it so damn easy.
His hand skims down my back, settling low on my waist as he pulls me closer. “You doing okay? After everything yesterday?”
I nod, brushing my lips against his jaw. “Still kinda shocked at how… well, everything went. But yeah, I’m good.”
He hums, pressing his hips forward just enough for me to feel him. “Told you we’d step up. You doubted me?”
I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head. “No… well, maybe a little. But you proved me wrong.”
“Damn right, I did.” His hand moves, slipping beneath my tank top, and his fingers splay across my skin. He’s warm and solid, and I arch into his touch. “Mason, Blaze, and I… we’ve got you, baby. You know that, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, my fingers trailing up his arm.
Kieran’s eyes glint with something darker as his hand slides down, teasing the edge of my shorts. “Speaking of yesterday… those condoms in your nightstand? They’re gone. You got more stashed somewhere?”
My cheeks heat, but I don’t look away. “No,” I admit, my voice quieter now. “I’m clean. The hospital ran tests… and it’s not like I can get more pregnant.”
That makes him pause. “What are you saying?” he asks.
“I’m saying that we can go without them… if you don’t mind.” His gaze softens, and his thumb brushes a slow circle over my hip.
“I’m clean too. We get tested before the season starts and I haven’t fucked anyone but you since then.”
“I always use a condom. I have never not used a condom,” I say.
Okay.My heart is beating so fast as I wait for his response.
“You sure?” he asks, voice low, steady.
I nod, leaning up to kiss him. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
That’s all it takes. Kieran shifts, guiding my leg up and around his waist, his lips finding mine again. His kiss is deep, consuming, and his hands roam, tugging my clothes off before he settles between my thighs.
His touch is confident, possessive, and the way he looks at me—like I’m everything—has my heart racing.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs, his lips skimming my neck as he moves. “Gonna look so good all swollen with my baby.”
I snort, but it comes out shaky. “I’ll look like a whale.”
“Bullshit,” he says, thrusting slow and deep. His voice is hoarse now, the rhythm of his hips picking up. “You’re gorgeous. Always.”
His words hit harder than I expected, and I clutch at him as he moves. He groans my name, his grip tightening as he buries himself inside me, claiming me in a way that makes me dizzy.
It’s all heat and need, raw and overwhelming.
When it’s over, he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. His lips brush my forehead, then my temple, and he holds me close, his chest rising and falling against mine.
“I’ll get my bike,” he says after a while, his voice soft against my hair. “Left it at the arena, and it has definitely been there too long. You rest.”
