Page 90 of Power Play Daddies
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?”
