Page 31 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

TWENTY-FIVE

SASHA

Aiden left Hawk and me standing on the ice days ago.

If I thought my mind and body were obsessed with him before, I was sorely mistaken.

Aiden filled my every waking moment since meeting him, and most of the sleeping ones held thoughts of him and the things we’d done that one night I got to spend with the boy, especially in the last few days.

I lay stretched out on the sofa in my office.

Hawk lay next to me on the floor. We should’ve gone home hours ago, but the house was fucking enormous.

It even echoed. I hated it. The school spared no expense when they built it, but for a single guy and a dog, yeah, I’d rather stay right here in my office.

I felt closer to Aiden here. Freaking ridiculous notion, but I wanted the boy at my side, in my bed because I damn sure couldn’t evict him from my mind. I lay here trying my damnedest to figure out a way around all the obstacles standing between Aiden and me.

The school.

The team .

The league.

That didn’t even take into account the vast age difference. Which I didn’t give a fuck about, but Aiden might, especially in a few years.

Groaning, I thought seriously about screaming in frustration or regressing to a toddler so I could have a full-on screaming tantrum where I flopped around on the floor banging my fists and kicking my feet.

I didn’t see a fucking way around them, over them, or through them.

An insurmountable obstruction in the form of policy and ethical…

shit. The only way for me to have Aiden was to give up my coaching position.

I knew it as sure as I knew my shoe size.

I wanted to say I could be with him and keep my two lives separate, but if the way I’d handled things since finding out he was one of my players was anything to go by, yeah, I wasn’t so positive that I could.

I worried about him all the fucking time—more than any other player on the team and there were several who needed some high level supervision.

A couple of them partied hard, several had issues with grades, a few others were daredevils, and then there were the pranksters.

My eyes rolled at the last group. A couple of fraternity boys who were good kids but man they liked stirring shit.

Once I met the team and saw them through a couple of practices, I pulled out their files.

I skipped over everything except their medical reports to see if there were any injuries we needed to worry about, avoiding their personal data.

It got harder and harder to keep my promise the longer I worked with the team, but I did everything I could so I didn’t discover who Mikal’s kid was by mistake .

When I got to Aiden’s file, which I purposefully put on the bottom to force myself to look through all the players’ files, I dug deeper than with the rest. I still turned past his family looking for any tiny smidgen of information I could find…

his favorite foods, drinks, pastimes, whatever.

I needed to know it all. Stupid didn’t cover it, even so, I couldn’t stop myself.

I needed to know more about him. I hoped that doing so would help me shake the grip he had on my attention loose, so I could maybe take advantage of the club membership I was wasting.

Life had it out for me, that was for fucking sure. I finally peek my head out of the cocoon I wrapped my ass in after the accident, and the first damn attempt I make at having a life, it pulls the rug from under my damn feet after letting me have a taste of something I’ve spent years longing for.

Aiden Mercer ticked every box on any list I’d ever made for what I wanted in a boy.

Sexy?

Beyond so.

A boy who regressed, just enough but not too much?

Not that there was anything wrong with age play, but it didn’t tickle any of my fancies.

Kink dynamics were fluid. If you made a connection with someone, a true connection, and they had a specific need, your own could pivot.

If that happened, fine. It was more about the connection for me than anything else.

Dynamite in the sack?

Fuck! He wore me out that night at the club, and every time I saw the boy, he set my soul on fire .

Hawk’s head popped up.

“What is it, buddy?”

He surged to his feet and waited, ears perked up and twitching.

“Is someone coming to visit?”

A moment later, a knock sounded at the door. Timid and soft as if the person was unsure whether they should be knocking or as if they were trying to…

Aiden?

I mimicked Hawk’s movements as I got to my feet in a rush and opened the door.

My mouth tugged at one side, a smile trying to make itself known, until he looked around him. Sighing, I did the same, but the rest of the staff had left already.

“There’s no one here that I know of. Everyone stopped by to say good night when they left.”

He nodded, and I stepped out of the way so he could enter.

“Hey, Hawk,” he greeted the dog before glancing back at me.

“Go ahead.”

He dropped to his knees before Hawk, his forehead meeting Hawk’s as he ran his hands over the dog from head to tail. The tension in his body drained away, his face relaxing within moments.

I plopped my ass in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

Leaning forward, elbows propped on my knees, I watched the man I wanted as my boy take comfort in the dog who gave me the only solace I could find in the world when life knocked me on my ass.

Jealousy bubbled through me, and I swore under my breath.

I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to find that peace with me.

A deep, heavy sigh cut through the air before Aiden turned to look at me. He flopped on his ass, settling his back to the sofa. Hawk, being the trained caregiver he was, lay with his head in Aiden’s lap.

“I want to thank you…” he trailed off, his eyes dropping to Hawk. Aiden’s hands burrowed through Hawk’s pitch black fur as he pet him from head to tail.

“For?” I asked, unable to wait any longer for him to continue.

“For making it good for me. It wasn’t the first time I’d been with someone, but it was the first time I consented, and you made it good for me. I appreciate that more than you could possibly know.”

Rage surged through me at the image of someone hurting him.

“Who?”

“No one important or who matters. I spent years in therapy dealing with the trauma, but I could never bring myself to give that last part of myself to someone. Then there was the kink aspect. That made it a little more difficult because I didn’t want to settle for less than what I wanted.

So, I waited. When I got accepted at The U, a friend told me about the club, paying the membership fee so I could join. ”

When he stopped, I waited. It felt like there was more. Maybe that was wishful thinking on my part because…

“That gift, it set me on a mission. So, when everyone took off after I moved in, I made a decision. I showered, dressed in the outfit my buddy Shane picked out, and headed to the club. Once I pulled into the parking lot, though, fear took hold, and I almost didn’t get out of the car.

I finally got up the nerve to go inside, thanks to a pep talk from the same friend.

Once, in the door, I relaxed a little, but then the boys were nothing like me… ”

“Stereotypes suck. You don’t have to be a certain size or age. You don’t have to be giggly, or bouncy, or anything other than the descriptors running through your head. Hell, you don’t even have to be a bottom.”

His eyes widened at the last bit, and I waited for him to ask me to explain, but he shook his head, looked back down at Hawk before whispering, “Anyway, once I took in the boys bouncing around the dance floor, I didn’t think anyone would notice me.

Then the nerves set in. I didn’t think I’d be able to go through with it. Then, I saw you.”

I stood, moved to the door, flipped the lock, and came back to him, holding out my hand.