Page 18 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

TWELVE

AIDEN

No. No, I wasn’t okay. Not even close to okay.

I’d slept with my coach.

The coach who I didn’t want to know who I was because I didn’t want special treatment.

The coach, who was friends with my parents. Who had also played hockey with my dad.

No one would believe I didn’t do it maliciously and with forethought. Everyone would think I slept with the coach for playing time, for my position, for… everything.

I looked up from my phone, tears blurring my vision to see Alex… no, not Alex… Sasha… The Storm… weaving his way through the crowded patio toward the French doors that stood open between the kitchen and backyard.

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t see him or talk to him or let him get close to me because what little control I had over my emotions would be gone .

I spun on my heel and took off through the house, doing my best not to break anything. I couldn’t be here. I slammed into the big guy who tended bar the night before. He wasn’t much taller than me, but he was broad and thick.

“Whoa, there, kid. You okay?”

“No. I’ve… I’ve gotta go. I can’t be here.”

If I could hear the panic in my voice, then he must have, too, because he wrapped an arm around me, ushering me away from everyone and out of the house.

“I’ve got you. Let’s just get you outside so you can calm down.”

“I’ve gotta leave. I can’t be here. I really can’t.”

Sunlight blinded me as we stepped out into the morning sun, where it peeked through the trees.

“Did someone hurt you?”

My throat closed up.

“Where’s the guy from last night?”

My chin wobbled as I shook my head.

“Kiddo, I’m gonna need more than that. I need some words. As an owner, the club and all our members are my responsibility, so if someone hurt you, I need to know so I can…”

“No. He didn’t hurt me, I just can’t…” I gasped, dashing tears from my face as they poured from my eyes without permission. I only registered their existence as my hands touched them. “I got some bad news, and I need to leave. That’s all. No one hurt me. ”

“If I let you leave by yourself, are you going to be okay to drive?”

“I’ll be fine. I promise. I just can’t stay here. I’ve gotta get back to my place and make some phone calls. That’s all. Please. I really need to go.”

“Okay. I’ll agree to let you go if you promise to call me.”

He pulled out his wallet and handed me a business card. I glanced down at it, before snatching from him and taking off toward my Jeep.

“I promise…” I said, calling over my shoulder.

The big guy followed after me, grabbing hold of my door as I opened it.

“Ewen…”

“I promise, Ewen. I’ll call when I get…” I started to say somewhere safe, but instead, I said, “where I’m going.”

“You better, or I’ll be tracking your ass down.”

I jumped in my Jeep and peeled out of the parking area in front of what I still didn’t know if it was a house or a restaurant. As I spun the Jeep around to head back down the drive, I saw Alex… Sasha step out on the front porch of the enormous, stately building, Hawk at his side.

I gunned the engine, putting as much space between him and me as I could as fast as I could.

At the end of the driveway, I turned back toward town, tapping my phone to restart the GPS to guide me to campus.

As the robotic voice confirmed the destination, my phone rang.

Shane’s face filled the screen, but I ignored him.

I couldn’t talk to anyone yet. I needed to shut myself away, curl up under the blankets, and hide .

The phone rolled to voicemail only for it to start ringing again immediately, and I groaned.

Shane never could take a hint. I knew if I didn’t answer, he’d be in his car headed this direction.

And his not knowing where I lived wouldn’t matter.

He’d stand outside the dorm screaming my name while blowing up my phone until I showed my face.

When the call rolled to voicemail the second time, I waited. Maybe I’d get lucky…

No such luck. At least not for me. This time, the ringing was for a video call. Sighing, I swiped the screen to answer the phone.

“If you’re with the sexy Daddy that rocked your world, I’ll hang up and you can answer my questions later, but I have a sneaking suspicion that’s not the case.”

“You’d be right. The sexy Daddy that rocked my world is none other than Sasha Storm aka my freaking coach.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Holy shit, dude.”

I nodded, swiping my hand over my forehead and into my hair, giving the long strands a tug to remind myself this wasn’t the worst damn nightmare there was. But it was.

“Holy fucking shit. This is bad.”

“I’m aware, Shane. You repeating it isn’t going to make it suck big hairy ones any less.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t fucking know. Offing myself is not an option. Although it kind of feels like it should be now, you know. Cause I slept with my coach.”

My voice wavered and I sucked in a deep breath, holding it there so I didn’t lose it.

“Okay, so it’s bad. We’re in agreement there, but it can’t be that bad. Because like he slept with his player too, you know.”

“True.” Then I thought of where we’d been when we met and again today. “People saw us together, Shane. A lot of people. And not just last night at a club. Today. Like 10 minutes ago, we were in a lip lock in the middle of Sunday Munch.”

“Oh, yeah, so that’s bad.”

“You think?” Sarcasm dripped from my words like honey from a hive.

“Where are you now?”

“Where do you think? In my damn Jeep headed back to school.”

The outskirts of campus came into view as I made another turn.

I could just make out my dorm. That feeling you get when you’ve been on the road for ages and the destination is in sight but feels like it’s still so far away washed over me.

I wanted out of the car. I wanted to hide away and lick my wounds.

“Okay, so this is really damn bad because you’ve used multiple curse words and you never do that.”

“I swear to God if you say okay, this is bad one more time…”

“What the hell do you want me to say? You fucked your coach! The guy’s a former NHL superstar. How did you not recognize the man? ”

“He looks nothing like he did when he played. And you think I don’t know that? I still feel the man. And I don’t know what I want you to say. Maybe give me some advice? Something. I’ll take anything.”

A long pause stretched between us, and I said, “Not okay, this is bad.”

“Dude, I wasn’t going to say that. But I don’t know if there’s any advice to be given in this situation.”

I groaned. If I weren’t still driving, I’d be banging my head on the steering wheel. “You seriously have nothing for me?

“No man, I’m sorry. The only thing I can come up with is to talk to the guy.”

“You want me to talk to the coach I slept with… who took my virginity… who I called Daddy… about the fact that we did all those things when it could seriously damage both our careers and reputations?”

“Well, when you put it that way… yeah, I dunno. I’m at a loss, man.”

Tears burned their way up the back of my throat, making my nose run before taking up residence behind my eyes. I couldn’t lose it. Not yet. Please, God, let me keep my cool until I get behind closed doors.

“Aiden, as terrifyingly awful as it sounds, you have to talk to him. The two of you will have to come to some kind of understanding about what you’re gonna do if people find out.”

“I know. But what the hell do I say? ‘I didn’t know you were my coach when I sucked your dick and let you fuck my face.’ ”

“You let him fuck your face?”

“That’s what you took from this?”

“Dude, that’s hot. Of course, that’s what I took from that. Sucking dick…That’s stellar, but letting a guy fuck your face… Talk about giving up control and being submissive.”

I shook my head as I pulled into the parking lot.

“So… What else did you let him do, or what did you do to him?”

Of course, he wanted to know what all we did when I was in full-on panic/meltdown mode.

“I am hanging up now. I’m back at the dorm. I’m gonna go in, hide in my bed, and never crawl back out.”

As soon as I put the car in park, I sent a text, checking in with the club owner as I turned off the engine.

Aiden

It’s Aiden. I made it back to my place. Thank you for getting me out of there so fast.

Maybe: Ewen Grigor

Thank you for letting me know. Feel free to save my number if you experience a drop or need something. The guy from last night is frantic, BTW.

Aiden

I’ll be fine. Thanks for the help earlier.

Ewen Grigor

Don’t be surprised if I message you again, checking in .

I let my head drop to the steering wheel. Not only did I sleep with my coach, but I made such a scene trying to get out of the munch, I worried the owner of a kink club. How could I be so freaking stupid?