Page 17 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

He pulled me out of the way of the throng of people pouring into the house.

Then leaned in to kiss me, taking my mouth like he hadn’t kissed me more times than either of us could count earlier this morning and all last night.

I melted into him, not giving a crap about where we were or who could see.

As we parted, his eyes opened, gazing into mine, and the hand on my neck…

when had that gotten there… cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

His other arm held us together, like a steel band around my waist so we pressed together from knee to chest, our dicks hard and rubbing against each other.

“Hmm, I needed that.”

“Going through withdrawals, were you?” I asked jokingly, but I agreed with him. I needed it too.

“Yes,” he muttered, nipping at my lips.

If he didn’t stop, my lips would look like collagen injections gone very, very wrong. They were already two plump, plush pillows that constantly looked bee-stung, but thankfully, they took the attention off my very long nose.

“I can’t help myself. But I think you forgot some stuff.”

“What’s that?” I asked, looking around and patting the pockets of my jeans that I could reach with the hand not gripping the back of his neck.

And no… letting go to check the other pockets wasn’t an option.

As stupid as it was, I didn’t want to let him go any more than he seemed to want to let me go.

There had to be some of th ose gorgeous, bouncy, giggling, beautiful boys from the club here…

boys who looked much more the part than I did…

and I didn’t want them to think he was available.

Because if I had my way, we’d wrap this thing…

whatever it was between us, and yes, it was just barely twelve hours old… up in a bow so I could call him mine.

He chuckled, “The lip gloss and eye liner.”

“Oh! I don’t always wear them.”

And I didn’t wear makeup all the time. Sometimes I wore it during the day, but if and when I did, I used it as a shield.

I’d worn it to move in day because I didn’t want people to assume one thing about me only to be shocked later and ask a bunch of questions.

It was just easier for me to wear it when I met people, so they could form their opinion of me from the jump.

“So it’s something I can look forward to at the club, but not when I take you on dates.”

I nodded absently. Then what he said jumped out at me. “Dates? You wanna take me out on a date?”

He smiled. “Yes, pretty boy. I want to take you out on as many dates as you’ll allow me. I want to show you off.”

I blushed, ducking my head. This… connection was happening so so fast and yet everything was picture freaking perfect, which scared the crap out of me.

I had a lifetime of experience that things that were too good to be true typically blew up in your face in catastrophic ways.

Coach and Anya adopting me had been the lone success, and I still worried they would disappear from my life, leaving me alone again.

“I’d like that,” I mumbled .

He tilted my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“Too fast? I know I’m coming on strong, but I’ve always been the type of man who knew what he wanted, grabbed it with both hands, then fought like hell to keep it. And I want you, Aiden, more than I have wanted anything in a very, very long time.

“It’s fast, and I feel like I should be pinching myself, but I want you, too. I did the moment I saw you walk into the club.”

“Good, then we’ll just continue at the pace that works for us, but if something changes, you need to tell me, okay?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm, last night you called me something else… but sir works too. They both make me wanna bend you over and fuck your tight little ass.”

I blushed and looked around us, and he threw his head back laughing like a hyena. If our conversation hadn’t drawn attention to us, then the way he laughed definitely had.

“It’s a munch, pretty boy. No one would think twice about the conversation, and if you didn’t notice, subs knelt for their Doms at the club last night. There was even one nursing on his Daddy’s cock.”

My eyes widened, and the blush crept up my chest to my face, again making him cackle with laughter before he smacked a quick kiss to my lips.

“I love how innocent you can be one minute and incredibly sexy the next. Now, let’s get you fed. You have to be starving.”

I nodded, I was. Usually, I was on my second meal by this time of day. And I’d not eaten anything as of yet. I would need to pay close attention the rest of the day to make sure I got in enough calories. Being a hockey player made eating a part-time job.

We turned for the kitchen and I caught sight of a dog at his feet that looked very similar to a German Shepherd. I also noticed the service animal vest, so I knew better than to pet him.

“Is this Hawk?” I asked.

Alex nodded and said, “Hawk, say hi to Aiden.”

I smiled as Hawk held out his paw to shake. Kneeling before him, I shook Hawk’s paw, and he leaned forward, licking my cheek. It tickled so much I couldn’t keep from giggling.

Alex petted Hawk’s head and said, “He doesn’t give kisses out to anyone other than me. Ever. He must like you.”

Smiling up at Alex, I said, “Maybe he’s taking after his owner?”

“Could be. Now. Let’s get you fed.”

Aiden waved for me to go ahead of him, and when I did, he moved me to the side Hawk hadn’t been sitting on, and I assume that had something to do with Alex’s need for Hawk’s assistance.

My JUCO team had a service dog in training my freshman year, so I knew a bit about them, but not as much as I would have liked, especially not if the man I was dating…

would soon be dating… whatever. I wanted to know more about service animals, especially if Alex and I would be spending time together.

People filled the kitchen, and I turned to Alex. “Do you want to find us a seat? I’ll fill us a couple of plates unless you’d rather…”

“That sounds good. I’m not the least bit picky. I’ll grab us a couple bottles of water so I can get Hawk a drink as well.”

I watched him walk away and got in line. Oliver saw me and bounced over to where I stood.

“Hiya! It looks like you found a playmate without any trouble last night?”

I blushed and nodded, and Oliver continued, “He’s certainly a hottie. He’s got that whole silver Daddy thing going for him.”

I smiled, looking out at where Hawk and Alex walked toward an open table away from some of the commotion. “Yeah, he does.”

“Oh… someone’s smitten.”

“Yeah, I am. I can’t help myself. He ticks all my boxes. And he…”

“Gives good dick?”

My eyes widened, but I nodded because there was no way I could ever lie about that. I grabbed a couple of plates and piled on food for Alex and me. I would be coming back through once I finished this serving because there was only so much…

“That’s him, right? I’m not seeing things?” someone in front of me in line asked.

“Him who? ”

I looked up, trying to figure out what they were going on…

“Sasha Storm?”

Okay, now I was curious. I looked at Oliver, who stood next to me, a plate in his hand. He shrugged. Not wanting to butt in on their conversation, I waited to see if they would elaborate.

“What? Where?”

“There with the dog.”

I followed the guy’s hand as he pointed toward the patio with the tongs from the sausage buffet warmer.

The only person I saw was Alex. But there had to be another guy with a dog, right? There was no way…

“I always knew he’d be a silver fox. I wonder what he’s into… I mean, he has to be a Dom, right?”

A guy on the patio with a dog who was also a silver fox and had to be a Dom.

It had to be a coincidence, right?

Did Sasha Storm even have a service dog?

There was no way they were talking about Alex.

The guy I slept with last night.

“Man, can you imagine bending over for The Storm?”

I stepped out of line, wandering over to the corner of the kitchen, away from everyone. Sitting the plates down, I pulled out my phone and texted Shane.

Aiden

What is Sasha Storm’s name?

Morrison

Alexander Svartstrom

Why?

Oh God. This can’t be happening. Please tell me I didn’t sleep with my coach.

Morrison

Aiden. What’s wrong?

Are you okay?

Aiden

Does Sasha Storm have a service dog?

Morrison

Yes.

How do you not know this?

Your dad gave Sasha a service dog after Sasha took a puck to the head.

What’s going on, Aiden?

Are you okay?