Page 39 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

THIRTY-ONE

SASHA

With Hawk deposited in the private room upstairs, I rode the elevator back to the lobby, then walked into the club. Aiden texted a while ago, letting me know he’d arrived. I even got a selfie to add to the hidden photo album on my phone.

Luminescent came to mind when I opened the message.

His beautiful face radiated happiness and light.

And sex. The long layered strawberry blond hair I loved so much lay around his shoulders.

Lip gloss glinted on his lips. His cheeks shimmered, and black liner circled his eyes, giving them a sultry, smoky look.

I couldn’t wait to see what he chose to wear. Ollie manned the front desk regularly, and he typically wore jeans topped by t-shirts with sassy DDlb sayings that cracked me up. But I had a feeling that wasn’t what he’d be wearing tonight as a guest.

A countdown clock ran on my phone screen for the draft. I had plans for my boy after he signed his contract. I didn’t know what I’d do if the team that drafted him left him at The U for another year .

“Lose my fucking mind,” I muttered, sitting at the end of the bar that gave me the best view of the dance floor.

“Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity,” Ewen said.

“Same could be said for talking to you.” The guy smacked Ewen on the back hard enough that it had to hurt. Ewen shook his head. I’d missed that sort of camaraderie over the last few years. If you asked me, I would’ve denied it, knowing full well I was lying through my teeth.

Ewen said, “Storm, this is my buddy Abraham.”

“Fuck you, asshole.” Abraham reached his hand out to me. I gripped it, and he said, “Call me Slone. My mom and pops are the only ones who call me Abraham. And this fucker when he’s beggin’ for a beatin’.”

I laughed. “My name is Alex.”

“Alex Storm? Sounds like a porn name.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Alex Svartstrom…”

Ewen continued, “Also known as Sasha Storm if you’re a hockey fan.”

“Ahh. Gotcha. I’ve watched hockey with Ewen for years, but I still don’t rightly understand it. I’m a football guy.”

“Hockey’s my first love, but a Sunday on the couch watching the Pack…”

“Fuck yeah…” Slone said at the same time that Ewen yelled, “Nope. Get the fuck out.”

I laughed as Ewen stormed off. “I take it he’s a Vikings fan. ”

Slone shrugged. “He’s from Minnesota. I’ve tried for years to convert his ass, but there’s no accounting for taste.”

Ewen came back, placing a bottle of whiskey and another of vodka on the bar before me, along with three shot glasses. I arched my brow.

“The whiskey’s for me because for some reason I keep making friends with fucking Packers fans…”

“Scott, Lucia, and Hayden are Seahawks fans.”

“That’s no better.”

I laughed at them.

“Declan, Foster, Walker, and Jackson are Dallas fans.”

I had no clue who any of these people were, but I fucking hated Dallas. My distaste must’ve shown, because Ewen lifted his hand, and said, “Okay. I can live with that.”

I high-fived him, then pointed at the shot glasses. “What’re those for?”

“Depends,”

“On?”

“If you’re a jealous man or an angry drunk.”

My brow pinched until I followed Ewen’s gaze to the dance floor. My face fell. My mouth watered. My cock hardened.

Fuck me.

Swallowing, I turned back to Ewen, snatched the whiskey bottle, and filled the three shot glasses .

I downed the first two, then growled, “Get your own,” when Ewen reached for the remaining glass.

His head fell back on his shoulders. His laughter boomed louder than the music, drawing more attention than I wanted pointed in our direction, including Aiden’s. Our eyes met and held without looking back at Ewen.

“And I don’t just mean your own glass in case you were wondering.”

“What did I miss?” Slone asked.

Before I could answer, Ewen did.

“His boy’s on the dance floor with Ollie,” Ewen whispered low enough only Slone and I could hear him.

And dressed to make me lose my mind.

Or catch a charge.

I wasn’t a jealous man, or even that possessive.

At least I didn’t think I was. I’d never been before.

But with the way Aiden looked, I could without a doubt say I was now.

I contemplated tossing him over my shoulder and carrying his ass out of here before anyone else in this meat market got any ideas.

Ewen cleared his throat and whispered, “You might wanna be a little less obvious.”

“Huh?”

“Storm, lift your glass and toast the kid, then turn back around. Do it now.”

I sighed, doing as he said when I realized Aiden and I had an audience.

Aiden smiled, but it was the fake one I’d watched him give the media when they asked stupid questions.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug. He turned back to Ollie, who said something to Aiden before they moved deeper into the crowd on the dance floor.

“Thanks,” I whispered, meeting Ewen’s gaze.

“You’re welcome.”

I glanced back at the dance floor, then swore under my breath. “What was I fucking thinking? I don’t think there’s enough alcohol on the planet to get me through this night.”

“Ahh, you’ll live.”

“Thanks so much. Now I know why Slone called you an asshole.”

“And here I was gonna invite you to tag along when Slone and I headed to the office.”

“You’re not working the bar?”

“Nah. We’re just covering until the two guys scheduled get here.”

Between Slone and Ewen, I never spent much time alone while I sat at the bar.

The three shots I took churned with jealousy in my guts as I watched one Daddy Dom after another approach my boy.

The last thing I needed was more alcohol.

So, I switched to sipping soda while my boy pranced around the kink club’s dance floor in those fucking heels looking like a Daddy’s walking wet dream.

I nearly came out of my fucking skin when one guy touched Aiden. It was innocent enough, but the thought of that fucker’s hands on my boy made me see red.

“How you doing?” Slone asked .

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?”

“That good, huh?”

“Fuck off.”

Slone laughed, earning a glare. I couldn’t rearrange the asshole’s face who thought touching my boy was a good idea.

“You got it bad.”

Slone’s words touched a nerve, and I grumbled, “Imma say it again. Fuck off.”

My gaze found Aiden on the floor, not that my eyes had strayed far the whole night. Ollie and Aiden were laughing and dancing with a group of other boys. Every so often, Aiden’s eyes would find mine, and my heart would flip over in my chest.

Ewen set a fresh soda down and said, “Your boy’s a hot commodity, or he would be if he weren’t already taken. He’s leaving a trail of potential broken hearts all over my dance floor.”

“Did you and Slone make a bet on who could get the biggest rise outta me?”

“No, but that’s a good idea. Yo, Slone! C’mere!”

“Whaddya want?”

“I want you to c’mere!”

Slone flipped Ewen off with a smile and went back to flirting with a guy at the other end of the bar.

“Hey, bubby!”

I turned toward the childish voice, my breath catching in my throat. Aiden stood next to Ollie, who bounced on his toes as if he couldn’t contain himself.

“Hey, bug. What’s up?”

“Why’re you working? Can I get a fizzy drink that makes me fuzzy?”

“Because someone called in sick, and yes, and no.”

“But…”

“No buts. You know the rules. No fuzzy drinks when I’m working and can’t watch out for you.”

The little deflated, all the energy disappeared, but I barely spared him any attention. My eyes were on my boy, who I wanted to pull into my lap more than anything, but I couldn’t, and it seriously pissed me off.

“Mercer.”

Aiden’s eyes met mine. A tiny smile lifted one side of his mouth. “Coach Storm. Having fun tonight?”

“Yes, but I’m getting ready to leave. Hawk’s alone.” I stood, reached out to Ewen, then Slone, to shake their hands. “Slone, it was nice meeting you. I’ll see you guys around. Mercer, Ollie, you two have a nice night. Be safe.”

My gaze barely left Aiden’s face as I said my good nights. Then I walked away, pausing behind Aiden to say, loud enough for those around us to hear, “Mercer, not too late. It’s a free weekend, but you still need your rest.”

“Yes, Coach.”

My fingertips trailed over the exposed skin between the cropped top and his pants. His breath hitched. Dropping my voice, I whispered, “When I get you alone, I’m gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

“Yes, please,” Aiden whimpered.

“Oh, me too,” Ollie squealed.

Aiden’s face, what I could see of it as he looked at me over his shoulder, changed, his eyes darting to his friend’s face. You couldn’t describe Aiden’s voice as low or growly, but when he responded to Ollie, he growled, “Mine.”

Ollie’s eyes widened comically. I would’ve laughed if the blood left in my body hadn’t plummeted. My cock pulsed and the prideful fucker inside preened like a damn peacock at the boy staking a claim.

“You just earned a prize, boy.”