Page 34 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

“I’m going down to the plunge pools, grabbing food, and dropping into bed. My coach is a sadist who loves to push us to the edge. ”

“Hmm, the coach likes that. The primal, sadist Daddy dom wants to punish you for being sassy.”

He laughed, his face lighting up, his mouth stretching in a wide smile.

He stepped close, his body rubbing against mine.

My dick should’ve been unable to rise again, but this boy, and maybe the seven years of celibacy, had blood rushing south, making my pants tighten uncomfortably.

Slipping my arm around his waist, I wrenched him toward me until we pressed together.

“You’re killing me, baby.”

“We can’t have that,” he whispered, as I leaned down, taking his mouth. His tongue met mine, and they twined together until we lost ourselves in one another.

“I’m gonna need to figure out a way for us to stay in contact…”

“I got that handled, old man, no worries there.”

I growled, one hand gripping his neck as I pushed his back against the door while the other wrapped around his thigh, just below his ass. My fingers dug into his tender flesh, spreading his cheeks and rubbing his hole through the fabric of his pants. “This old man had you begging, boy…”

“I know. I loved it. And I’m hoping if I taunt you, it’ll happen sooner rather than later.”

“Boy, you’re asking for a beating.”

A smirk curled his lips up at the corners, and I kissed him to keep him from saying anything else that could get a rise out of me.

“Now, tell me how we’re gonna stay in touch, because I gotta tell you, the Daddy in me isn’t fucking okay with how this is gonna go down so we can be together.”

“EDGE.”

“What about them?”

“The club’s app includes a forum with message boards and private chats. It’s similar to most social media platforms; you can search for people and add them as friends. The club’s app has better security, though.”

A light bulb went off above my head, and Ewen’s words came back to me from that night at the club. I smacked his lips with mine. I couldn’t seem to keep from kissing him.

“You’re a god damn brainiac aren’t you,” I murmured, and he preened under the snarky praise. I made a note of his reaction to test further. A praise kink with a hint of masochism lay hidden in my boy, if I wasn’t mistaken.

Before I got distracted by “Have you set up your profile?” He nodded as I stared at his mouth, my thumb brushing back and forth over it. “When I get home, baby boy, I’ll create mine and message you.”

That shy smile with the ducked chin came over his, and I nuzzled his neck. The responsible adult reared his ugly ass head and I sighed. If I were going to be his Daddy, I needed to know he understood the path we were embarking on.

“Aiden, I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck me, little one, I love hearing you call me Daddy. It makes my heart sing and my cock hard. ”

“Everything makes your cock hard, Daddy.”

“You complaining?”

“Never.”

Our foreheads touched, and my eyes fell closed when his did.

Peace settled over me, but it didn’t last long.

My brain spun back around to the question I needed to ask him.

Sighing, I asked, “Are you sure, Aiden? About us? We’ll have to be careful.

We won’t be able to acknowledge each other as anything other than coach and player.

I don’t even know how we’ll spend time together.

I’ll figure something out, but I’ve got to make sure you understand the limitations and want this despite them. ”

“I’m sure, Alex. I know it’ll be hard, but I will take whatever we can piece together. We just met, and don’t know each other well, so this might sound nutty, but you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

His words wash over me. It should sound stupid as fuck, and maybe to someone else it would.

But not to me. I felt the same way. I fucked myself silly before the injury.

Twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes, plus the kink clubs and bath houses, you name it, I did it.

Well, never anything illegal or that I paid for, but I explored and experimented until there wasn’t anything I wanted to try but hadn’t.

That’s when I decided to start looking for something more, but then the injury happened.

I refused to put myself out there, fearing ridicule and pity, so I locked myself away from everything and everyone.

“It doesn’t sound nutty at all, baby boy.

Pursuing a relationship with him while he played for me was a seriously stupid, careless idea, but, fuck it.

I had tried staying away from him for the last month.

I couldn’t do it anymore. As much as I hated the idea of sneaking around like he was a dirty secret, I’d do whatever was necessary to have him in my arms and life.

Kissing him one last time, I grabbed Hawk’s harness, and when I stood, Aiden smiled at me, then reached for the door.

I prayed no one heard us. I was positive the staff had left before Aiden came to visit, but with his hand on the handle, preparing to open the door, my stomach found its way to my throat.

The feeling we were outing ourselves prickled at my nerve endings, but I pushed it away and nodded at Aiden to open the door.

When the door swung in, relief engulfed me. No one stood outside waiting to confront us.

I looked at Aiden, who winked at me, the brat, then he said, “Thanks for listening, Coach Storm. I appreciate it.”

I worked my ass off to keep the smirk off my face as I responded, “You’re welcome, Mercer. My door’s always open to you guys.”

His eyes burned with what I decided was irritation and jealousy before he waved and took off.

“Let’s get home, Hawk. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and hungry.”

I looked down at him, and he stared up at me as if he was saying it was my own fault.

“Quit being judgy.”

He huffed and trotted beside me as we made the short walk from the arena to the house.