Page 24 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

EIGHTEEN

AIDEN

I walked back to my room after class, the wink I threw at Alex… Sasha, I corrected with a huff, still playing in my mind. What the crap was I thinking. Everyone and their brother had been there. The whole team. All the coaches. Everyone.

And I winked at the guy.

Freaking winked. Who in the world winks at people?

No one. That’s who.

I pushed through the stairwell doors and trudged up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Hopefully, people would think the heat in my face and neck came from exertion and not embarrassment.

I tried to be nonchalant about things during practice and my freaking brain either forgot where it was or went off line and I flirted with my flipping coach—after sleeping with him, then running without a word.

I popped out of the stairs on the top floor and headed to our apartment door. Music came from inside the unit, while video games and cheering came from the other doors on our floor. That’s what I needed to do. Grab some food and play some COD .

And forget about Alex, who was Sasha Storm… my freaking coach.

That way, I could concentrate on what was important. Manchester U was my last shot at being drafted. I had to prove to everyone that Aiden Mercer was worthy. And the first opportunity would be the exhibition game this coming weekend—the first game of the season.

I needed it to count. I needed to perform.

The door to the apartment swung open, bounced off the wall and smacked me in the freaking face as I stopped dead in my tracks.

Music blared from the Bluetooth speakers set up around the room.

The television paused on the latest NHL video game.

I closed my eyes, rubbed them, hoping that when I opened them, I’d realize my mind was playing tricks on me.

Nope. Trey was still there.

Sitting on the couch facing the door.

Legs splayed wide open.

Arms draped over the back of the sofa.

His eyes closed.

His head rolled back.

Getting a blow job .

I sighed and looked at the big bear on the banner hanging above the couch. Anywhere but at the guy’s naked ass kneeling before my teammate whose equally naked ass sat on our couch completely clueless that I stood in the middle of our open apartment door.

“You have a bedroom, you realize that, right?” I yelled.

Trey’s head lolled across one shoulder, his eyes opening lazily as he moaned, and fisted his hand in the hair on the guy’s head bobbing up and down on Trey’s cock.

“Public sex is hot,” he yelled back.

I wanted to tell him getting a blow job in the living room of your apartment, even if you shared it with three other guys, didn’t count as public sex, but I bit my tongue. Maybe a little too hard because the tang of copper burst on my tongue.

Rolling my eyes, I walked toward my bedroom only to stop when I heard my name.

“Mercer, you’re welcome to join us.”

I turned back around and fought to keep from doing a double-take. Isaac, or maybe it was Isaiah, Huston, I couldn’t tell from this angle, looked at me over his shoulder from between Trey’s knees. His hand and arm, working Trey all the while, inviting me to join them.

“Thanks, man, but group sex isn’t my thing.”

I turned for the hall only to bump into the other twin. My eyes drifted down to his naked torso, flickering over the tattoos inked in his skin. His dick pointed in the air at me and I swallowed .

“Hey, man, you down for some fun tonight?” he asked, his hand dropping to his cock as his eyes drifted over my shoulders and down my body.

“No thanks. I’ve got plans. I just stopped by to get my stuff,” I croaked before high-tailing it to my room.

Once inside, I shut and locked the door, grabbed my earbuds, shoved them in my ears, then turned up the music to drown out anything that might filter through the walls from the living room. Might’ve been overkill since the music coming from the living room could wake the dead, but I didn’t care.

Sighing, I pulled my hair back and stood next to the bed with my hands on my hips. There was no way I could stay here. Not while my three roommates boinked each other in the freaking living room.

I turned in a circle, my eyes lighting on my backpack next to my desk, the homework strewn across the desktop, and then on my travel bag. I had a crapload of assignments I could work on at the library. Extra study hours would look good to the…

Yep. Not going there.

I looked at the open closet doors, and a thought hit me. I yanked out my phone and pulled up the app for the club.

Bingo!

I grabbed a room from the app, reserving it for a couple of days, hoping like hell Dad was being truthful when he said he couldn’t see what I spent money on because I’d had enough awkward moments to last me a lifetime in the last week.

Clothes, toiletries, my computer, textbooks, homework, and anything else I could think of got dumped onto my bed as I dashed around my room. Then I grabbed my duffel bag and backpack and loaded them up.

I left my room after double-checking that I had my phone, wallet, keys, and all my chargers. I locked the door and headed through the apartment for the front door. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek and yeah… I wished I hadn’t.

I shut the door, locked it, and grabbed the elevator, since the travel bag was heavy as hell.

My phone buzzed several times as I drove toward the club, the names of my roommates flashing on the screen in the Jeep’s dash.

“Yeah, y’all can just go back to doing what you were doing.”

I knew I’d have to deal with the fallout from this mess with Trey, Isaiah, and Isaac tomorrow, and at some point, Alex…

“GAHHH!” I screamed, banging my hand against the steering wheel.

“His name is Sasha!” I yelled. “Sasha! Dammit. Sasha!”

I whipped the Jeep into the parking lot behind EDGE, grabbing my gear before heading inside. All the while, my phone blew up in my pocket. I refused even to check it or pull it out to turn it off.

At the door to the club, I yanked open the door, and was luckily greeted by Ollie.

“Hey, stranger! Is everything okay? You vamoosed out of the munch yesterday like someone hot and hung messaged you for a booty call. ”

I stopped and stared at him, not sure what to respond to first. My befuddlement must’ve shown on my face because he opened his mouth only to be interrupted by my phone ringing… yet again… only this time with a video call.

“Fucking hell!” I growled, dumped my bags, and pulled out my phone without checking the screen.

“Leave me fucking be!” I yelled, hung up the phone, and turned on the do-not-disturb feature.

When I looked up, Ollie stood there wide-eyed, tears pooling, his pacifier in his mouth. It bobbed frantically and I felt like shit.

“I’m sorry,” I said, placing my hand on his. He slid his hand out from under mine, and a moment later, Ewen came through the doors leading to the club area.

“What’s wrong, bug?” he asked, and Ollie buried himself in Ewen’s arms.

It should’ve looked ridiculous because as big as Ewen was, Ollie was bigger, but when you looked at him like this, his size didn’t register.

“I yelled. Screamed, actually. A lot. And cursed.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Ewen asked while comforting Ollie.

I scrubbed my face with my hands before running them through my hair, pulling the hair tie from my bun. Painfully.

I sighed when Ewen cocked his head. “My roommates are assholes, and I took off after reserving a room. Only they’ve blown my phone up since I left the room, and I lost it. ”

“Living in close quarters with people you’re not fucking fucking sucks, but if you think three or four roommates are bad, try several hundred, stacked three high in a metal berth made for someone half your size while stuck in the middle of the ocean on a Navy ship.”

I stared at him for a moment as I unpacked everything he said. Then asked, “You were in the Navy?”

“No. Marines.” Ewen whispered something to Ollie, and he pulled his head up and walked toward the club entrance.

At the door, Ollie turned around, pulling his pacifier from his mouth and said, “I’m sorry your roomies suck. That’s no fun.”

“It’s not, but I shouldn’t have yelled the way I did. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” he replied with a slight lisp and a bit of a juvenile slur to his words before shoving the pacifier in his mouth and disappearing through the doors.

I looked back at Ewen. “I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“He doesn’t do well when people are really angry. Some trauma I won’t divulge. He’ll settle soon now that the logical part of his brain has caught up to the fear that caused him to regress.”

“I know I told him myself, but please let him know…”

“I will, but don’t worry, my brother’s strong. He’ll be fine. I promise. Now, you said something about reserving a room.”

“Yeah. I did. I reserved it on the app. I hope I did it right.”

Ewen looked at his phone and nodded. “Yep. You were up there the other night. Do you remember how to access the floor and room? ”

“Yes, I just stopped because my phone wouldn’t shut up and well… you know the rest.”

He nodded. “Did you talk to the frantic Daddy Dom you left at the munch?”

I groaned. “Do I gotta tell you that?”

He chuckled. “No. But I’m curious.”

I looked around to make sure we were alone. “He’s my coach.”

“Oh, shit. You play for the Maulers?”

I nodded, my system feeling like it was powering down slowly sucking all the life from me.

“Well, that sucks.”

I nodded again and grabbed my bags, only to drop them again, my eyes flying to his as I realized what I had just admitted. “Oh, my God. You can’t say anything. Please. Promise me. Please, don’t say anything.”

Ewen reached out, his hands gripping my arms. That touch centered me, holding me together just as I felt like I was on the verge of flying apart.

“Kid. This club, as I told the Daddy Dom you left frantic yesterday, is private, exclusive, and we disclose nothing to anyone without a court order. As long as it’s legal, consensual, and the rules of the club aren’t being violated, our lips are sealed. Got it?”

I nodded, then did it twice more as the flood of panic that had turned my belly, made the blood humming through my veins feel like shaken soda, and my brain become a fireworks display faded away .

“Good boy. Now, let’s get you up to your room.”

Ewen reached down, snatched up both my bags, and motioned to the elevator. A deep breath filled my lungs, and my head bobbed again as I reached to push the button.

The doors swished open, we stepped inside, and they slid closed again without a word from either of us.

“Oh, I don’t know what room!”

“Five-twelve. It’s on the app’s home screen. The community forum might be a place for you to spend some time. With the season ramping up, Daddy Night’s gonna be hard for you to get to unless you’re playing at home, and even then you’re gonna be exhausted after playing two games in a row.”

He wasn’t wrong, and it would be nice to get to know some of the other boys and littles in the community, so I’d have a life outside hockey, even if it was only online.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin or what to say.”

“Logging in is where you begin. Then just lurk until you feel comfortable. And before you ask, you can choose a unique username to protect your identity, and we designed the app so screenshots aren’t possible. Well, they are, but all they get for their efforts is a black rectangle.”

That was comforting, and I told him so. When the elevator stopped, Ewen waved me ahead of him again, then pointed me to my room and carried the bags inside when I opened the door.

“The restaurant next door has great food if you’re hungry. Just tell them you’re at EDGE and the room number. Whoever is working at the desk will take delivery and call you. ”

“Thanks. You’ve been a great help, and I’m truly sorry for upsetting Ollie.”

“My brother will be fine. As for my other brother, he’s very fucking protective of his players. Does Will know there’s an issue between you and your roommates and that you’re staying elsewhere?”

“Coach Grigor is your brother?”

Cue the panic tsunami.

“Yes, and like I told Sasha the other day, Will and I don’t discuss the club’s members or the team other than for me to rail at him about losses.”

I laughed, still unsure if mine and Sasha’s secret would be kept, but decided to trust my gut and the man.

“I’ll call Coach Grigor so he doesn’t worry, and I’ll do the same with the people blowing up my phone.”

“Good boy. Remember to eat something, and the room is yours until you let us know you’re checking out. Okay?”

“Thanks.”

He disappeared through the door, pausing to remind me to lock up. I did as told, then dropped into bed, pulling up the notifications on my phone.

I sat up, that buzzy, panicked feeling came back in a rush as I realized who I screamed at on the phone.

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!