Page 36 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

TWENTY-NINE

SASHA

When I woke the next morning, Aiden had left already. I scrubbed my hands over my face. I fucking hated waking up without him. In a perfect world, we’d fall asleep in each other’s arms every night after losing ourselves in each other, only to repeat the process when we woke up the next morning.

And some mornings we got that chance.

They were too few and far between for my liking, though.

I wanted more.

Fuck. I wanted it all.

I wanted to shout from the rooftops so everyone would know he was my boy.

I wanted to wake up with him every morning and go to sleep with him every night.

But more than that, I wanted all the minutes in between to be mine as well .

Hawk whined. I looked at him. He nosed my phone, and a moment later, it buzzed on the nightstand where I left it to charge. Which meant it had buzzed at least once before.

“That’s gotta wait, buddy.”

I patted Hawk on the head as I climbed from the bed. I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. When I came back, I grabbed my phone. A text notification and another from EDGE’s app appeared on the screen when I opened my phone, smiling at the one and only photo I had of Aiden.

A black-and-white picture I took in this very room.

I’d been leaning back against the bed’s headboard.

Aiden had his mouth wrapped around my cock.

Not that anyone could tell from the angle.

The hand not holding the phone, I had fisted in his long, strawberry blond hair.

The muscular expanse of his back stretched out between my thighs, narrowing at the waist and hips.

All that had been amazing enough to capture the shot, but that wasn’t what prompted me to take the photo.

I caught the little brat humping the mattress and I popped that luscious, pert bubble butt, leaving the perfect outline of my hand on his ass cheek.

The black and white photo didn’t capture it well, but I knew it was there.

I loved that damn picture so much I made it my phone’s home screen.

Aiden noticed it and demanded I share it with him, so I sent it to him through EDGE’s messaging app.

The next message I received from Aiden showed he’d turned a cropped version of the same photo into his profile picture.

Something he’d done to it made the handprint almost glow.

Ignoring the text, I pulled up the notification from EDGE to see a message from Aiden. The great thing about EDGE’s app was

Ace

Morning, Daddy.

You looked so comfy this morning, so I didn’t wake you.

I needed to get in some study time for my Biomechanics test before practice.

My coach is a stickler for punctuality and good grades.

And I still don’t like your username. You’re not dusty.

I sent him a reply before checking the rest of the thread.

Dusty

Morning, baby boy.

You’ll get over it. I think it’s a perfect fit.

Your coach sounds like a asshole.

Overstudying is just as bad as not studying. You’ve got this. We went through it together last night.

Twice.

Checking the text message, I realize quickly it’s one of Will’s brothers.

Maybe: Ollie Grigor

I’m so sorry. I think I freaked your boy out.

This is Ollie, by the way. We met when you came in for your first time.

Sasha Storm

No worries. He did get freaked out, but I’ve calmed him down. I appreciate you reaching out to him. He needs more friends in the lifestyle.

Ollie Grigor

My pleasure.

I’m still sorry.

I checked all the other notifications, and a voicemail caught my attention. The timestamp showed it came in just before my eyes opened, which explained Hawk nosing at my phone.

“It’s Ewen. If you’re still in the building, mind stopping by before you leave?”

I had no clue what the hell was going on, but I took a quick shower, gathering up what I would need for the day.

“You ready, Hawk?”

I swore he nodded at me. I buckled him into his collar, snapping his leash in place before leaving the room. Ewen Grigor stood in the lobby, a large metal cup clutched in his hands, when the elevator doors opened. The smell of coffee, super-sweet coffee, filled the air, making my mouth water.

“I fucking hope you have a cup for me. I’m not into being teased.”

Ewen smirked. “But I’m into teasing. So too bad, so sad.”

“Prick.”

“Thank you. And you’re welcome.”

Sighing, I scrub my hand over my face. “You asked me to stop by, was it just to piss me off?”

“Nope, that was just a perk for me.”

“Did you want something? ”

“A boy of my own that makes me wanna hide with him and not from him?”

I nodded, then started to ask if he’d had a bad experience, only to bite my tongue. If he wanted to share, he would. Instead, I asked, “What did you want to see me about?”

“Follow me,” Ewen said, pushing on the wall behind what I could only describe as a reception desk.

A section of the wall opened inward. The little kid I’d not been in years sat up and took notice of the secret passageway.

Unlike all the ones I read and dreamed about as a kid, this wasn’t dank and dark.

Light flooded the hallway, bouncing off the polished stone floors.

They looked to be marble, and given the building had once been a bank, it was possible they were.

We passed several closed doors before Ewen stopped, scanning his palm.

He held the door open, and I stepped into an office with a couple of desks facing each other, with two seating areas set up back to back long ways between them.

But the most impressive sight was the glass wall that looked out at the club area.

“Nice,” I said, slowly turning to take it all in.

“Thanks. My buddy Slone’s brain baby. I’m the tech geek,” he said, motioning to the enormous wall of television screens as he sat.

I took a seat on the opposite corner of the sofa Ewen chose, staring up at the blank screens. “Security?” I asked.

“Yes. All the playrooms and public spaces are under surveillance. The only areas where we don’t have cameras are the bathrooms and the private rooms upstairs, but all the hallways are monitored, as are the elevators and stairs.

The exterior, too. From the moment you step foot on the property, we know where you are. ”

“Who monitors when you and Slone are at the bar?”

“We have a team and a proper security office. I’m a bit of a voyeur. Slone is, too. But having the owners watching a scene throws some people off, so if there’s a scene we want to observe, we do it here.”

I nodded, thoroughly impressed. Noticing the clock on the wall, I brought us back to why I was getting the peek behind the scenes. “Not that I don’t enjoy our little talks, but what did you want to see me for?”

“Ollie.”

A small, soft laugh huffed from my nose. “What about him?”

“His intentions were in the right place, but…”

“How’d you know?”

“He tattles on himself when he’s done something he shouldn’t. Always has. Even as a kid. I’m sorry he…”

“Don’t bother. I know what you’re going to say. I agree. He shouldn’t have reached out the way he did. As long as he keeps what he, and you, know to yourselves…”

Ewen waved his hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. And before you ask, it’s none of my brothers’ business—either of them. But Ollie is Ollie. He wants everyone happy and paired up, so he makes it his mission to help every boy he meets find a Daddy. Too bad he won’t do the same for himself.”

Ewen’s sigh said volumes, but I decided keeping my nose to myself was the best course of action. Ollie had a brother to worry about him. Two actually.

“Speaking of your brother, is Will…”

The jovial, good-natured look on Ewen’s face disappeared. “You know I can’t answer that.”

I did know. It’s one of the reasons I liked this place. The level to which they took privacy was above and beyond what I was used to from the clubs I frequented in the past. So, I told him so.

“I appreciate you reaching out and the reassurance…”

“I hear a but…”

“Not really.”

“Pull the other leg, Storm.”

I wiped my hand over my face. “I shouldn’t be doing… what I’m doing.”

“You mean with whom you’re doing it.”

I nodded. I didn’t know Ewen well, but of all the people I knew, and let’s be honest, I hadn’t talked to anyone willingly in the last seven years. After a while, people quit reaching out and I sure as fuck didn’t reach out to them myself. So, Ewen was it when it came to who I could talk to.

“Yeah. That’s what I mean.”

“Lemme ask you this… do you have a connection with the boy?”

My head bobbed as I answered, “Like I never dreamed possible. We’ve not known each other for long, but from the moment I saw him, something slid into place in my head and, fuck as cheesy as it sounds, my damn soul.”

“Lucky fucker.”

My lips pursed and twitched at Ewen’s scowl. I tried to keep the self-satisfied smile off my face, but it refused to stay locked up.

“I hate you.”

Laughter broke free, my head falling back on my shoulders. “What’s that saying…” I paused for effect, then snapped my fingers, “Oh, right! Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

“Prick.”

Another bout of laughter burst forth, taking my breath and heating my face while my lungs burned from lack of oxygen. The alarm on my phone trilled, and I sighed as I silenced it.

“I gotta get to the arena,” I said, rising to my feet, Hawk’s leash in my hand.

“Before you go, do you make a difference between him and the other guys on the team? Or do you treat them the same?”

I refused to lie. “There’s a difference. Not in how I treat them or in how I make decisions about who plays where and for how long, but in the level of worry I have and how I express it. He’s my boy. Turning off how you feel about someone, yeah, it’s not possible. At least not for me.”

“Fair enough.” He paused, and I moved to leave the room, stopping dead when he asked, “Are you with him so you can live the life of a player vicariously?”

Rage blazed through me. Leveling my gaze with his, I replied, “No. And you should thank your lucky stars I like you.” The timber of my voice, low, measured, and clipped, left no doubt about how I felt about his question.

Ewen stared at me, the threat not even registering that I could see. I returned the gaze seriously, caught off guard when a bark of laughter flew from him. He pushed his hands against his knees to stand, then came toward me.

“Just checking, Coach. Have a good trip.”

I stared at him, the anger from his insinuation still burning in my gut. “Thank you. And go fuck yourself.”

“Life would be so much better if I could figure out how to do that. Literally anyway. I’ve fucked myself over in so many other ways I’ve lost count.”

He smacked my shoulder in a bro hug before I left, still contemplating how I could whip his ass for what he said without the former Marine putting me in the grave before I landed the first punch.