Page 9 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

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AIDEN

I sat in my Jeep, which I’d parked in the lot behind the club, as I had every week since the day I moved in.

I knew the outside of the place like the back of my hand.

I should since I’d sat my ass in the parking lot watching the building like I was on a stakeout or something equally ridiculous every Saturday night.

I didn’t know what I was afraid of. Just like all the previous times I’d been here, Daddies and their boys filed past me from every direction as they headed toward the club.

There were just as many Daddies and boys on their own as there were couples and throuples and groups of boys and Daddies, so I didn’t feel like I would stand out if I went in by myself, but I just couldn’t work up the courage to get out of the dang car.

Morrison

Are you still sitting in the parking lot?

I shook my head, regretting sharing my location with him. I got it, safety first and all, but I didn’t think he’d use it to call me out for chickening out. Again . My phone rang and I groaned. I knew better than to ignore him .

“Yes, I’m still sitting outside the club.”

“Why?”

Umm. Why did he think?

“C’mon, Aiden. This club is everything you’ve ever talked about. Everything we’ve ever talked about. And it’s right there at your fingertips.”

“It is, but…”

“There’s no buts. At least not the kind you want. You want a Daddy, right? That’s still the goal?”

I sighed. I did want a Daddy. Desperately. I knew my parents loved and cared for me, but at the end of the day, I wanted to hand over control and decision-making to someone who wanted to invest in me and build a relationship. I wanted to give him the things he needed as well.

“Yes.”

I couldn’t lie to him. It was no use because he’d ignore what I said and continue on with what he knew I really wanted—the secrets we revealed to one another shrouded in the darkness of our hotel rooms during road trips.

“Then get out of the damn car.”

He was right. I needed to suck it up.

“Are you scared?”

Was he nuts? Of course, I was scared. So, so scared. But I didn’t know if I was scared of what I wanted to lose or what I could gain.

“Aren’t you? ”

“Of taking the chance… no. Of not finding the man I want, the Daddy I want… abso-fucking-lutely. All day. Every day.”

Well, that made me feel some better.

“But, dude… sitting in your Jeep, staring at the damn building week after week is self-sabotage. It’s begging to live a life without what you want. If this was hockey, you’d have stormed through that door and yelled, ‘I’m here, I’m queer, now point me to the Daddies.’”

I burst out laughing. I had done something like that when we were in high school and I first started playing.

Homophobia in locker rooms ran rampant, and I refused to hide.

Not that I could with the eyeliner, lip gloss, and nail polish I wore.

Even if I weren’t gay, people would’ve made that jump.

So, I laid all my cards on the table from the first practice.

Now… if only I could muster the brass ones to do that here and walk through the door of the club where I could literally make one of my dreams come true.

“I don’t know anyone in there.”

I hadn’t even gotten up the nerve to go to any of the Sunday munches.

Shane laughed. “Never stopped you before. Just do your emo, broody boy routine. The right Daddy will flock to you like a moth to the flame.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I just am. But if you need reassurance, then let me say this, I rue the day my psyche decided to make me a sub and not a Daddy because we would’ve made one fucking righteous couple. Hot, sexy, kinky, talented on the ice and off. ”

Neither of us had voiced those thoughts before, but Shane, if he were a Daddy, would’ve ticked off every box on my Daddy Wish List except the Age Gap/Silver Fox box.

It wasn’t a requirement, and had Shane and I been just slightly more different, I would have crossed that wish off the list and jumped into the Best Friends to Lovers pool with no regrets.

“Aid, open the damn door, lock your car, and go strut your stuff. You did all the prep work, right?”

Ugh!

“Aid?”

“Yes.” The word came out as a cross between a groan and a sing-songy whine.

He laughed. Actually cracked up would be a better descriptor. Through the chuckles, he asked, “You’re wearing the outfit we picked out, right?”

This time, the groan was just that. A groan. The outfit he picked out had less fabric than my jockstrap, so no, I wasn’t wearing that.

“You didn’t wear it? Why?”

“Because my cheeks were out and not the ones on my face.”

“And…”

“And, I’m not trying to attract a john, I want a Daddy who wants more than my ass. Besides, I wore it the first time, and I thought maybe if I switched it up, I’d have more nerve and would actually get outta the Jeep.”

“Okay, so what did you choose instead? ”

“I switched the booty shorts for black skinny jeans, but I kept the off-the-shoulder mesh top.”

“Good. We work hard for these abs, show those fuckers off. And I’d kill for those vees you got.”

I chuckled. It wasn’t the first time he mentioned them. Or that he’d kill to have them. He worked himself into the ground trying to get them. He had them, they just weren’t as deep as mine.

“Okay, I’m going in. Wish me luck.”

“Oh no, you’re not hanging up on me until you’re pulling the door open. I won’t have you chickening out a third time.”

I laughed. I really didn’t know what I’d do without him.

I bit my lip, opened the door of my Jeep, and got out.

I looked up and down the street that separated the building from the parking lot the club owned.

That was a nice surprise. Most of the parking I passed in the area was first-come, first-served paid parking lots or metered spots on the street, but the club had its own parking lot.

Every member received a tag to hang from their rearview mirror for the club’s lot.

Owners and staff had numbered spots, but members were relegated to the parking lot in the back.

“Don’t forget to lock your car.”

“Thanks,” I said, and pressed the button on the key fob.

“And look both ways.”

“Shane, I’ve been crossing the street for years on my own.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to prepare you for a Daddy, so shut it. ”

God, I loved him. The best friend and brother a guy could ask for. And yes, I looked both ways as I crossed the street. The front entrance stood just a few feet away. I paused, took a deep breath, and headed to the door.

“Okay, I’m here. I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Have fun. Remember to do the leaning broody thing and reapply your lip gloss.”

I laughed and hung up the phone. Shane was right. I had to do this. Once I was drafted, privacy would be nonexistent, and I wanted to spread my wings and fly a bit before dropping into the fishbowl.

Pulling open the door, I stepped into EDGE – Manchester for the first time, and my heart rate shot through the roof. I’d done it. I was here. There was no going back now. Well, I could, but I wouldn’t.

While my eyes worked hard to adjust to the dimly lit room, I ran through the research I’d done in their online forum over the last week while waiting for my approval notice to drop into my inbox.

When that came, I received access to the building’s flor plans, and being a Nervous Nellie when it came to walking into the unknown, I’d memorized it all.

EDGE repurposed older commercial buildings for their facilities.

This location took up residence in an old bank in Manchester’s city center.

The five-story red-brick building sat at the end of the block.

The ground floor held a nightclub/restaurant and bar, locker rooms, a lobby, and offices for the staff.

The basement was an actual dungeon for the most part, with some storage, while the second floor was reserved for specialized play with a large common area for demonstrations.

Everything above that were either private rooms that could be reserved by members or private apartments.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. Are you new?”

I turned toward the deep, raspy voice, swallowing past the lump that collected in my throat, which made it impossible to do anything other than nod.

The sight of two nearly naked men, one in leather pants with a bare chest and the other with a pacifier hanging from what looked like a choker chain, greeted me.

“Then welcome to EDGE. I’m Oliver,” the owner of the deep, raspy voice said. He was also the guy wearing the pacifier choker. “And that’s one of the Kink Monitors. His name is Antonio.”

“Aiden.”

“Nice to meet you, Aiden. I’m the Submissive Welcome Wagon.”

“Ollie…”

The warning came from the guy Oliver said was named Antonio.

“Ugh. Don’t be yucking on my flow, dude. Sadists suck. Am I right?”

Antonio’s hand gripped Oliver’s face, their noses nearly touching.

The power, control, and dominance coming off Antonio flooded the lobby.

I fought to stay on my feet, it was so flipping strong.

As if he had some weird superpower that made submissives want to drop to their knees, kiss his boots, and say ‘Yes, sir.’ Looking between Antonio and Oliver, I decided Oliver might be right, but I wasn’t going to push my luck.

So, I bit my tongue and kept my trap zipped shut.

“Fine, sheesh,” Oliver said, then looked back at me when Antonio released him with a pat and kiss to his cheek.

Oliver straightened his outfit, then looked at me with a wink as he said, “It’s not an official title or anything, but…

” he paused, glancing at Antonio and continued, “I’m who greets all the new submissives and gets them checked in the first time.

Hence the unofficial Welcome Wagon title.

” He looked back at me and said, “If you’ll lemme see your ID and the QR code you were sent, we can rush this along so you can get to the fun part. ”