Page 16 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

ELEVEN

AIDEN

Alex said I could stay as long as I wanted, but I didn’t want to over stay, so I went straight into the bathroom to shower after he left.

The club’s guest rooms included all the necessary toiletries and then some.

With the change of clothes I grabbed from my Jeep, I wouldn’t need to go back to the dorm before the munch.

And that suited me just fine because if I went back and my roommates were there, they’d want me to hang with them, and I wasn’t missing out on spending time with Alex.

Morrison

Well? How was it?

I sighed and called him instead.

He answered, and I immediately received a notification to accept the video call.

When his face filled the screen, I chuckled. He looked like a kid who’d been told he couldn’t go into the candy store but could look through the glass.

“So… spill it. How was it? ”

“I could totally jerk you around and say that what happens at the club stays at the club and members are forbidden to talk about it outside the club.”

“But you’re going to be good to me and not fuck with me right?”

“It was… is amazing. It’s in this big, old building downtown that used to be a bank.

They have it set up so that when you walk in someone greets you, gives you your membership card, and then explains.

Then someone showed me how to get into the club, which was literally like a nightclub.

Everything was black as pitch with the lights turned down low with rainbow colored lights bouncing around in sync with the music. ”

“Dude. I know what a nightclub is like. I wanna know if you met anyone. And if you finally cashed in your v-card.”

He howled with laughter, and it was all my own fault because I couldn’t contain my facial expressions. Heat spread up from my chest, my cheeks got hot, and then they hurt from how wide the grin stretched my mouth.

“Oh ho! Tell me everything. Was it a Daddy? Was he young or old? Did he spank your ass?”

“Jeez, Shane, I just met the man.”

“But you fucked him right? Or rather you let him fuck you because while that dick of yours is beautiful beyond belief and would make a bottom very very happy, you and I both know you’re no top.”

“Neither are you,” I said defensively. He wasn’t wrong. I was curious about topping, but it wasn’t something I craved as much as I did being on the receiving end .

“It wasn’t meant badly, Aid. It was just a statement that your dick gives off big dick top energy and you are a bottom who might dabble in giving if the sitch called for it. And by that I mean, your Daddy wanted dicked down and took a ride to town on your dick.”

“If I’ve said it once…”

“Yes, I know. There’s something wrong with me and right now it’s my bestie boo keeping the tea from me.”

“Yes, I met someone. His name is Alex. He’s older. Kind of a silver fox but not quite that old, I don’t think. The club has private rooms you can rent, so we spent the night here at the club together.”

“Oh, my God. Is he still there? Can I meet him and say hi and ask if he has any Daddy friends?”

Thank the powers that be that he texted after Alex left.

“No. He’s not still here. He left to take care of his dog, but we’re going to meet up at the munch this morning.”

“You’re still at the club?”

“Yes, I didn’t want to go back to the dorm in case my roommates were there. If I stayed here, I wouldn’t run the risk of having to turn down hanging out with them.”

“Good thinking. So who’d they put you with, you’ve been hush hush about it?”

“I’m in a quad with Trey Malachek and the Huston twins.”

“You’re rooming with an Olympic gold medalist and you’re just now telling me this shit?”

“Yea h

Several minutes of him having a nuclear meltdown about how awesome that was that Trey… the Trey Malachek, knew my name and asked to room with me, had me questioning all my life choices.

Then the clock on the nightstand caught my eye and I yelled, “Shane! I love you, but I gotta go so I’m not late. We’ll talk later, okay.”

When I hung up, he was still in meltdown mode, but that was okay with me.

It meant he wouldn’t call me right back afterward.

I pulled up the text about the munch and programmed the address into my phone, then I double-checked the time.

It was close enough, so I decided to leave.

I didn’t want to be too early, but being late would make me the center of attention.

And the only place I felt comfortable in that role was the hockey rink.

And last night in Alex’s arms.

The way he focused on me and made me feel…

My dick started getting hard and the jeans I had on fit like a glove so I slammed the door shut on those thoughts as I walked out of the room, only to pause and grab the door just before it shut behind me.

Foolishly, I snapped a photo of the bed, still a rumpled mess from the night I spent in it with the man of my dreams.

Chuckling to myself, I turned toward the stairs and headed down, not wanting to wait for the elevator.

Minutes later, I slid behind the wheel of my Jeep, tossing my bag into the back seat before starting the engine.

Music blared through the speakers, and I cranked up the song by MCR before pulling out of the parking lot.

The fact that this was my life now still messed with my head.

I felt like I needed to pinch myself to make sure I was awake .

As I drove away from EDGE, I wondered why they didn’t have the munch at the club.

There was certainly plenty of space, from what I could tell, but who was I to judge or criticize?

Clearly, the owners knew what they were doing.

The club had been hopping last night. It was Daddy/boy night, and the place had been packed to the gills with both.

The GPS led me out of town. Buildings lining city streets gave way to more open spaces, with tree-dotted farmland that grew denser as I drove further away from downtown.

Turn after turn, my favorite songs filled the Jeep, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel as my head bobbed along with the music, and all along, a grin that passersby probably thought was weird spread across my face, making my cheeks hurt.

“In one hundred feet, turn left.”

What the crap?

“That can’t be right,” I muttered as I scanned the area.

Everything I’d read about the munch said that they held it at rotating restaurants around the city. This place was so not the city. There was farmland and a forest of trees.

“In twenty feet, turn left.”

I knew I had the address in the GPS on my phone right. I knew because I checked, double-checked, and triple-checked it before leaving the room. Then, in the car, I copied and pasted it instead of typing it in myself to make sure.

Sighing, I pulled off the road where the GPS indicated. As soon as I made the turn, trees surrounded me on both sides of the unmarked road. It looked more like a driveway than a road since it didn’t have all the lines .

“Your destination is in a quarter of a mile.”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.”

I kept driving, skeptical that I was in the right place. The next time the GPS lady piped up was seconds before I drove out of the trees.

That was clearly not a restaurant.

And the road was definitely a driveway.

One that ended at a gigantic, historic house. The nicest house I’d ever seen, and clearly not a restaurant, like all the munch info claimed.

I parked, pulled open a different map app, and checked my location against the address in the text yet again. I was clearly in the right place. The second app, similar to the one I used as a GPS, informed me I was indeed at the destination address.

I looked up from my phone and glanced around. There were cars galore, a few of which I recognized or thought I did, from the club’s parking lot. I could be mistaken. They weren’t anything special that told me I hadn’t been duped.

“I don’t see why your nose is so bent out of shape. It’s not like we’re together.”

Turning toward the voice I recognized from the night before, I smiled. Antonio and Oliver bickered as they headed into the house, so I hopped out of the Jeep and locked the door before trailing behind them.

“As a Dom and your best friend, I don’t want you dating jackasses, Ollie. That’s all. ”

I didn’t know if Oliver heard what I did, but Antonio clearly thought of Oliver as more than a best friend. At least in my opinion, but it wasn’t my place to say anything. Because really, what did I know about their relationship/friendship or whatever?

Not a thing, and keeping my nose out of it was my tippy top priority.

They continued bickering as we walked into the historical mansion. A guy stood at the door greeting everyone and checking IDs and membership cards.

“Food is laid out in the kitchen. So if you’re hungry, make your way straight back and turn left before at the French doors leading out onto the patio. If you don’t want food, feel free to continue out onto the patio to mix and mingle with the others.”

As he explained things, I did my best keep the fish out of water look hidden.

The house was astonishingly beautiful. I thanked Shane and his Gran for introducing me to mansions and luxury like this, because otherwise, I’d have made such a fool of myself with all the gawking.

As it was, I barely held myself back from it anyway.

There was a crazy big chandelier hanging over our heads just inside the front door.

The whiter-than-white walls stretched at least fifteen feet into the air, and artwork, like you’d see in museums, covered them.

Large, fancy tables decorated with vases of flowers lined the hallway between arched openings leading into equally fancy rooms filled with equally lavish furniture, and yep, even more fancy artwork.

“There you are. ”

I gasped, spinning toward the voice. His voice. My face lit up. “Alex.”