Page 37 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

“Why are you smiling like that, little genius?” His raspy voice coasts over my ear. He’s leaning over to me, speaking close so I can hear every word.

I shiver, though not from the cold. “Just thinking of how much I’m going to enjoy this with you.”

It’s a partial truth. I’ll definitely enjoy being with him. That much is a guarantee.

I have no clue if I’ll enjoy the hockey game itself. There’s a lot about the sport that I remember. There’s probably just as much that I don’t.

“You may have to tell me some of the rules and stuff when we get in there.”

He raises a brow. “I will be the tutor this time, yes?”

Laughing, I lead him to the spot where Aries secured our seats. It’s only as we get down to them that I realize we’re up against the glass.

Oh, shit.

There’s no hiding from the action when you’re this close. Rather than regretting the location, I accept this as simply how my brother does things. He’s the epitome of ‘go big or go home’.

Spoiler: He does both. There’s no way he’s missing Ma’s cooking too.

Andry points to the empty seats. “You on the inside.”

Moving to where he says, I drop down and wiggle until it feels comfortable. When I look back over, he’s staring at me with a soft smile.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” he says gently. “You’re just so naturally little sometimes. I wish I could let you inside my head so you could see all the things I want to do for you. If you saw them, then you wouldn’t question us.”

Us.

Such a powerful word. I feel it to the marrow of my bones when he says it.

“There’s time for you to show me, right? We aren’t on a deadline.”

His grin turns wicked at that. “Correct. No deadline for us. We will watch the game. Then later we’ll go to your place for cuddles and kisses.”

My heart goes all warm and fuzzy at the reminder.Huh? Maybe I do have a bit of a little in me.

I’m no stranger to the kink. With Aries and Raymond being so obvious, I know enough. Adding in the rest of their friend group, plus all the others I’ve heard about but never met, and you’ve got an entire army of Daddies.

I snort at the visual.

What would they be armed with? Snacks and diapers.

Andry looks as if he’s about to say something when there’s commotion out on the ice. I look out to see some of the players skating around and moving into warmups. It’s fascinating to watch the way their bodies move despite the heavy layers of protection.

When some of them line up right in front of where we’re sitting and move to do some hip stretches, I turn away so as to not embarrass myself by staring. Hockey butts are a thing. I’ve researched the hell out of them.

“What has you so flustered, little genius?”

I turn to him, careful not to let my eyes stray to the ice again. “Nothing! I’m fine!”

At his raised brow, I know my voice comes out entirely too high. There’s no denying that something is off with me. Based on the way he attacked his schoolwork earlier, I have no doubt he’ll figure out the reason now.

“Hmmm. Could it be that you’re hungry?”

I shake my head. “We just ate.”

“Ah, yes.” He snaps his fingers. “Then it’s because you’re sleepy. Would you like me to hold you so you can rest while I watch the game? I promise to withhold my normal shouting.”

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