“Yes, Coach.”
My fingertips trailed over the exposed skin between the cropped top and his pants. His breath hitched. Dropping myvoice, 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.”
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.”
