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“Shhh. Sweet boy. Daddy’s got you,” I say as I wrap him up in my arms. “Everything will be okay.”

He’s so tired, he stops talking.

“Here’s what I’m going to do for you. I’m going to call Coach and explain that you’re missing practice today. I’m going to take you home, toourhome, and we are going to curl up in bed. Just you, me, and Icy. Then we are going to sleep.”

“But what about your class?”

“Shush, sweet boy. Let Daddy take care of everything. All you need to worry about is staying up long enough to make it back home, because there’s nothing better than the idea of cuddling and sleeping with my sweet boy. Do you understand me?”

Adrian nods, a small smile on his face. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Adrian?”

“I really want to move in with you. I wanted to the moment you asked me. I just didn’t want to come on too strong or seem too needy.”

I pull him into a soft kiss. “You could never be too needy for me, boy. Now, let’s go home. You’ve made Daddy very happy.”

Chapter 19

Phones are for Sexy times.

Adrian

“Did you see the way I skated past that asshole defender? I slipped past him like I was buttered up,” Rizzo says with a wide grin. We make our way through the hotel lobby after our big win against Arizona.

Two large TVs are displayed on the walls. Whoever’s on staff must be a college hockey fan because it’s currently on the ESPN channel interviewing the captain of the Orcas, Luke Hotchkiss, and Andry Rykov from the Bellport U team.

“Wait, what?” I laugh. “Buttered up? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know, man. Like I was super fucking slippery.” Rizzo shuffles around in his pocket and comes out empty. “Crap. I think I lost my key. One minute. Let me try to get a new one.”

When I originally told the team that I was tired and was going to celebrate our win by going to sleep, I didn’t expect Rizzo to tag along. I promised him one drink at the bar, but as Rizzo saunters up to the pretty receptionist behind the counter, I wonder if I should just cancel. As lame as it sounds, I’m excited to get back to my hotel room and call Theo.

It’s rare I get a room to myself, and I wanted to take full advantage of it. I was still too nervous to bring Icy in my bag, so instead, Theo made a deal with me. He’d sleep with Icy and send me photos, and I got to travel with his leather jacket for good luck.

My gaze focuses on the interview, and I chuckle to myself as I listen to Andry’s sexy Russian accent. I can’t believe I had a low-key crush on him when he first transferred here to the US. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still sexy as hell, not to mention gives off those dominant Daddy vibes, but he’s so damn young.

No, I think I like my men aged like fine wine. Not that thirty-two is old by any means, but with that age gap between us, Andry looks so young compared to my Daddy.

When the interview wraps up, the highlight reels focus on Gabriel Nagy from the Phoenix Penguins, the team we’re playing against tomorrow night. My gaze wanders over to Rizzo. He’s leaning against the counter and flirting with the receptionist. She’s smiling widely, totally eating it up.

Standing, I walk over to them and clap Rizzo on the back. “Gonna head up, bro. Take your time. I gotta call my boyfriend.”

Rizzo waggles his brows. “Ah, yes. I get it, man. Have fun sexting.”

I punch him in the arm. “Shut up, man. We aren’t sexting.”

He play-punches me back. “My bad. I forgot you’re more sophisticated than that. Have fun having phone sex and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.”

Unable to shake off thoughts of phone sex with my Daddy, I’m half hard by the time I get into my room. A fun, wicked idea comes to mind. Stripping until I’m completely naked, I pad over to my closet and pull out Daddy’s leather jacket. Thanks to my build, the arms are a little snug, and the jacket is just a tad short, but I look pretty damn good.

I let the jacket slide off one shoulder and grab my phone. I snap a few photos until I get the perfect one. You can’t see my full face, just from the lips down. But my abs are on display, and so is the V of my groin. The photo cuts off right before you can see my cock, which is already rock hard, but photos are sexier like this somehow.

Instead of overthinking it, I hit send. I toss the comforter to the side and climb on top of the sheets, desperate to stroke myself.

Within a minute, my phone is ringing.

“Hello?” My voice is rough and husky as if I’ve already spent the whole night sucking Daddy’s cock. Okay, yeah. My mind is a one-track railroad to sexy times.

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