“Everything makes your cock hard, Daddy.”
“You complaining?”
“Never.”
Our foreheads touched, and my eyes fell closed when his did. Peace settled over me, but it didn’t last long. My brain spun back around to the question I needed to ask him. Sighing, I asked, “Are you sure, Aiden? About us? We’ll have to be careful. We won’t be able to acknowledge each other as anything other than coach and player. I don’t even know how we’ll spend time together. I’ll figure something out, but I’ve got to make sure you understand the limitations and want this despite them.”
“I’m sure, Alex. I know it’ll be hard, but I will take whatever we can piece together. We just met, and don’t know each other well, so this might sound nutty, but you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
His words wash over me. It should sound stupid as fuck, and maybe to someone else it would. But not to me. I felt the same way. I fucked myself silly before the injury. Twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes, plus the kink clubs and bath houses, you name it, I did it. Well, never anything illegal or that I paid for, but I explored and experimented until there wasn’t anything I wanted to try but hadn’t. That’s when I decided to start looking for something more, but then the injury happened. I refused to put myself out there, fearing ridicule and pity, so I locked myself away from everything and everyone.
“It doesn’t sound nutty at all, baby boy.
Pursuing a relationship with him while he played for me was a seriously stupid, careless idea, but, fuck it. I had tried stayingaway from him for the last month. I couldn’t do it anymore. As much as I hated the idea of sneaking around like he was a dirty secret, I’d do whatever was necessary to have him in my arms and life.
Kissing him one last time, I grabbed Hawk’s harness, and when I stood, Aiden smiled at me, then reached for the door. I prayed no one heard us. I was positive the staff had left before Aiden came to visit, but with his hand on the handle, preparing to open the door, my stomach found its way to my throat. The feeling we were outing ourselves prickled at my nerve endings, but I pushed it away and nodded at Aiden to open the door.
When the door swung in, relief engulfed me. No one stood outside waiting to confront us.
I looked at Aiden, who winked at me, the brat, then he said, “Thanks for listening, Coach Storm. I appreciate it.”
I worked my ass off to keep the smirk off my face as I responded, “You’re welcome, Mercer. My door’s always open to you guys.”
His eyes burned with what I decided was irritation and jealousy before he waved and took off.
“Let’s get home, Hawk. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and hungry.”
I looked down at him, and he stared up at me as if he was saying it was my own fault.
“Quit being judgy.”
He huffed and trotted beside me as we made the short walk from the arena to the house.
TWENTY-EIGHT
AIDEN
My alarm woke me. I didn’t have anywhere to be for a while, so I hit snooze and let my eyes drift shut. I was just on the edge of sleep when my phone dinged on the nightstand. I contemplated ignoring it until it dinged a second time. Not bothering to roll over to grab it, my palm smacked the nightstand until my hand landed on the annoying thing. Swiping my thumb over the screen, I pulled up the texts.
MAYBE: Ollie Grigor
Hey! It’s Ollie from EDGE.
Texting you is hella wrong, but I don’t care.
You need to come back and make boy friends.
What the crap? How did he get my number? Shrugging, I typed out a response.
Aiden
I’m not looking for a boyfriend.
And what is hella wrong?
Ollie
Oops
