Page 38 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

I looked across the room so I wasn’t staring at Trey’s dick.

I swore the thing twitched a time or two, and I didn’t want any more misunderstandings about my interest in hooking up with the roommates.

Alex watched us, his shoulder leaning against the doorway leading into the coaches’ lockers.

The crystal blue of his eyes burned red-hot.

His mouth thinned, and the muscles in his jaw popped as he crossed his forearms over his chest.

Nothing to worry about, Daddy.

“I’m good, Trey, but thanks for asking.”

“Come on, dude. You can’t stay holed up in the room all weekend. It’s the last free one we’ve got until winter break.”

My eyes bounced up to meet his before darting back to meet Alex’s. Daddy was not a happy camper. I tried real hard not to smirk at him, but the way his eyes hardened and jaw clenched told me I hadn’t succeeded.

“I’m not staying in the room. I’m meeting up with a friend from JUCO.”

I hated lying. Absolutely freaking hated it. I’d met this great man who made me feel special and seen. I wanted everyone to know I belonged to Alex.

“Well, if you change your mind, bring your friend along… unless it’s a benefits kinda thing and y’all are locking yourselves away to bang your brains out all night.”

Alex smirked before walking away. I laughed. Being with Alex definitely had benefits attached. Namely getting bent over and screwed until I couldn’t see straight or sit right.

I glanced at my watch. “Crap,” I swore. If I didn’t hurry, I would be late for class.

“I’m fucking jealous.”

Since I told Shane about tonight’s plans, he’d said those same three words more times than I could count. I’d called him as soon as I got back to the dorms from class.

“I wish you were here. I’d feel ten times more comfortable.”

Shane’s vibrancy would draw the attention, allowing me to be the supporting bestie to his leading man energy.

“You said one of the guys from the club invited you, right?”

“Yeah, Ollie.”

I tugged at the outfit. Another of Shane’s ensembles that showed more skin than it covered.

“Shane, this isn’t…”

“Don’t you dare take that outfit off. You look amazing. And if you don’t find a Daddy tonight…”

“I’m not looking for a Daddy, Shane. I just want to go out and blow off some steam. Midterms are done. I did well. The team is meshing, and it’s the last weekend off until Christmas.”

“Okay, all that sounds good, except the part about not looking for a Daddy. Have you changed…”

“No. I know that dynamic is what I want and need in my life. It’s just that looking for one isn’t a priority. That’s all.”

“But why? I don’t understand.”

Sighing, I sat down at my desk so we could see each other. “It’s just not, Shane.”

He studied me, his brow cocked, head turning like a curious puppy or like Hawk did when he watched Alex. I saw the light bulb explode over his head like the night sky during July.

“You asshole! You’ve already found a Daddy.”

Crap!

“Shane…”

“Don’t you Shane me. I’m assuming it’s the silver fox you met and fucked months ago, because as far as I know, you’ve not been back to the club.

Not that the club is the only place to meet a Daddy, but the season has started, so unless it’s someone on the team or in a class, but then…

yeah, no. That doesn’t fit because you don’t like ‘em young. You’ve always wanted an older man. ”

“Not true. Is it a preference? Yes, but it’s not a non-negotiable. You know this.”

“I’m not gonna make you say what I know to be true, but dayum, dude! You landed the King of Daddies.”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. There was no use arguing with him. He knew me too well.

“I’m changing…”

“Absolutely not.”

“Shane, I don’t…”

“He will go feral after watching you shake your ass on the dance floor in that outfit. So, even though you won’t give me details or confirm I guessed right, at least let me live vicariously through you.

Wear the outfit. Give your Daddy a show.

You can thank me later. And tell me I was right about the outfit, of course. ”

I nodded.

“Good, now I gotta go. I’ve gotta get ready for my own night on the town. Hopefully, I’ll get my ass plowed, too.”

He hung up with a wave before I could say anything.

Standing, I went back to the mirror. I chewed my lips while looking at the outfit Shane helped me pick.

Black booty shorts that highlighted my bubble butt and a cropped Maulers tee top.

That was fine, kinda. It was the footwear Shane overnighted me that gave me pause.

Red high heels.

Identical to the ones in Shane’s closet he’d forced me into one night at his house. I loved the way they looked, then and now. Absolutely freaking gorgeous. Even more, I loved the way they made me feel.

My already insanely long legs were even longer, but they did something to my butt that should be illegal. I just didn’t know if I could pull the outfit off. This ensemble required swagger that I only had on the ice.

A quick glance at the clock told me what I already knew. I was late. Well, not late late, but late enough, I worried I’d leave Ollie waiting.

I pulled out some sweats and slides, because even if I did gather the nerve to wear the outfit at the club, I wasn’t walking around in public with it on.

Spotting the new black skinny jeans I bought the other day, which had a chain hanging from the waistband, I grabbed them and slung the sweatpants back into the closet.

The outfit wouldn’t be as dramatic, but if I switched the shorts for the jeans, I would feel more comfortable in the heels. And I really wanted to wear them .

I changed into the jeans, slipping the heels back on. My face stretched into a smile so wide my cheeks hurt.

“Perfection.”