Page 40 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

THIRTY-TWO

AIDEN

A thrill raced through me. A prize? What could it be? My mind pondered all the possibilities.

There were too many.

Daddy left the club. I watched him every step of the way, wanting nothing more than to leave with him openly.

His big hand gripping mine so everyone knew I belonged to him.

I wanted that so flipping much. To shove away the veil we hid behind, and let the world know I was his boy and he was my Daddy.

“You okay, kid?”

I ignored the question until Daddy disappeared from my sight. “Yes and no,” I answered, turning back to see who asked the question.

Ollie looked at me, as did the two guys behind the bar. One of them was the guy from the munch who had chased after me. I chewed my lip, racking my brain trying to remember his name.

“It’s Ewen, kid,” he laughed .

“Sorry,” I mumbled, sliding onto a bar stool.

“No worries,” he said, sliding a glass of soda toward me.

Condensation wet my hand as my hands they encircled the drink.

Ice clinked against the sides, and a lull in the music let me hear the soft fizz.

Sighing, I closed my eyes, pulling the drink toward me.

Opening my eyes, I lifted the cup toward my lips, taking a long drink.

The fizz tickled my nose and burned my throat.

The icy beverage chilled my overheated, sweat-damp body from the inside out.

Setting the drink back on the bar, I looked up, catching three sets of eyes gazing at me questioningly.

“What?”

Ollie looked between the guys behind the bar and back to me, “Are you okay? You seem upset.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you’d spent years scared to put yourself out there because you were a bit quirky with a traumatic past, only to meet an amazing man who finds your quirks interesting and sexy, but you had to hide to see him?”

“It’s a shitty situation kid, no doubt,” Ewen said, but then he leaned over resting his forearms along the bar. “Is it worth it? Is he worth it?”

“More than worth it.”

“And it’s not a forever thing, right? There’s an end date in sight?”

“I’ll scream it from the rooftops the moment the ink’s dry on my NHL contract.”

“And him? ”

“Huh?”

“Does Storm feel the same? He never was one for the media.”

My eyes widened, dropping to the bar top. My skin crawled, and my whole body turned icy.

Oh crap!

Ewen’s big hand landed on my arm, my eyes meeting his.

“I’m not saying he doesn’t. That’s not my place, but it is my obligation to protect the subbies in this club.

So, if you’re gonna make life-altering decisions, kid, you need all the facts.

And you need to be careful about making plans for others without their input.

That means you need to ask that Daddy of yours some hard questions. ”

My chin bobbed. I’d not been worried, at least not overly, until Ewen said something.

“Finish your drink. Then head upstairs and get the answers you need.”

I chugged the last of the soda, swallowing the burp that threatened to erupt from the carbonation and my nerves. Ollie hugged me when I stood. I returned it, then waved at the guys behind the bar.

By the time the elevator opened on the floor to mine and Daddy’s room, my lip was a chewed-up mess. My hands trembled, and I thought seriously about ignoring Ewen’s advice, but he had smacked the nail on the head when he pointed out I didn’t know if Alex felt the same.

At the door, I paused to take a deep breath. Hawk and Daddy moved around the room, the sounds muffled yet comforting. I wanted that for the rest of my life. I wanted to come home to them forever. I knew people would call me stupid, saying I couldn’t know that. I was too young. But I knew.

In my head.

My heart.

My gut.

Deep in my soul.

Alexander Svartstrom was my person, my Daddy. We were meant to be together.

So, why did I need him to tell me he felt the same? Shouldn’t knowing it in my soul be enough?

Hawk barked from the other side of the door. Daddy’s voice followed after a few moments before he opened the door.

“Baby boy, you okay?”

I nodded, then shook my head from side to side. Tears rushed forward, and Alex did his Daddy thing. He pulled me into the room, stepping back so the door would close behind me, but he didn’t hug me like I thought he would.

Instead of pulling me into his arms and cuddling me, he stepped back, tilted my chin up with his finger, and asked, “What do you need, baby?”

“Daddy,” I sobbed, wrapping my arms around my middle.

Hawk pressed himself against my legs, and Daddy opened his arms, holding them out to his side. “I don’t want to assume what you need, but you’re killing me. So here I am, take what you need, baby. I’m all yours. Whatever you need is yours for the taking. ”

I wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and let him comfort me, but I had to know.

“Are you really?”

“Really, what, baby boy?”

“Are you truly all mine?”

His face fell, but he pulled me into him.

I went willingly, even though he hadn’t answered my question.

He moved us over to the sitting area, dropping onto the couch.

He got us comfortably situated. Usually when we sat here, I straddled him, riding his cock, but today he placed my butt on the cushion next to him with my legs stretch across his.

He turned toward me, his eyes traveling over my face.

“Little one, I’ve been a fucking sucky-ass Daddy if you’re questioning my affections.”

I gasped, “No! Daddy!”

He stopped the onslaught of denial with a finger to my lips. “Baby, I love you. Hawk is the only being on this planet I care about near as much.”

I looked up at him fully, not through my lashes like I had been. His gorgeous face seemed hesitant, like he wasn’t sure of something.

“You do?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said, licking his lips. “I do. So much. I haven’t said anything, because… well, I was a chicken shit, too scared to say anything until you said something or we’d been together longer. Plus, I worry about the huge gap in our ages…”

“No worries there, Daddio. I love that you’re older than me. ”

“Daddio, huh? You’ve called me that before.”

My face heated. I couldn’t believe I said that. “Umm, yeah.”

“I like it.”

“Good.”

Twining my arms around his neck, I pulled him close, my nose brushing his, our foreheads resting together. “I love you, too.”

He inhaled, holding the breath for a moment—a long one—then huffed out. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been, baby boy. So… until you tell me to take my old ass for a hike, I’m stuck to you like glue.”

“Not happening, Daddy. Not ever.”

“What had you so worried, baby? Was it something I did or said?”

I shook my head, chewing my already gnawed raw lips.

Alex pulled my lip free with his eyebrows raised.

“After you left, I got to complaining, and Ewen pointed out there was a timer on the secret. I got excited and started talking about what I’d do when I signed my NHL contract.

Ewen asked if you felt the same, because you’d always avoided the media. ”

“And you started doubting yourself and us?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Don’t be. Ewen was right to point out what he did. He looked out for you by helping you remember that making plans that involve others without knowing where they stand is a recipe for disappointment.”

“So, you’re not mad? ”

“Not at all.”

I sighed and cuddled into his embrace just a little deeper. Earlier, my plans included dancing with Ollie, then getting railed by my Daddy, but right this minute, I just wanted to cuddle.

“Daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Can we cuddle?”

“We are.”

“No, like really cuddle. You know, snuggling in bed with junk food and Hawk while we binge-watch television.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips to my forehead. “That sounds like a fabulous end to the night.”