Page 11 of The Puck Daddy

I blink, searching his gaze and finding nothing but the truth.

Adrian pulls away. “Have a good evening, Theo.” With that, he gives me a two-finger salute, helps Guy to the door, and swaggers out of the bar.

I narrow my eyes. That fucking salute. Did the brat just mock me?

“Earth to Theo!” Kayla says, now standing by my side, causing me to jump. “You might want to cover that monster in your pants.” She playfully slams a menu against my chest, laughing.

I gasp, catching it. “Oh, shit!” I use the laminated menu to cover my very obvious erection.

“Oh, and Theo?”

I groan. “Yes, Kayla?”

“Don’t forget to put on your name tag.”

My name tag. It’s still in the cubby under the bar. It strikes me, then. Adrian DeLuca recognized me. No one ever recognizes me.

My heart pounds, and a wide smile breaks across my face.

Chapter 6

Surprise!!!

Adrian

“All right. Up you go. I think you’ve had just a little too much to drink.” I half lift, half support Guy as we make our way toward the exit. I wave goodbye to a few of my teammates, who give me several loud catcalls.

Guy stumbles out the door, and I catch him easily.

“God, you’re so strong.” His hands grip my biceps. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be with a hockey player. Why don’t you take me to bed, and we can make each other’s fantasies come true?”

I only met Guy last semester when he showed up at the rink after practice. Every once in a while, he’ll hit on me, but it’s mostly been harmless. Of course, he would have to make a move on me tonight of all nights.

“Sorry, Guy. Not gonna happen. I’m going to be a gentleman and bring you back to your place, where you can sleep things off.” I guide him to my car and help him into his seat. Once he’s sitting, I reach over and click his seatbelt into place. I can’t quite trust the drunk guy to buckle up.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Guy leans forward for a kiss, but I dodge him easily and jog around to the driver’s side.

“Go ahead and plug in your address,” I say, handing him my phone.

Guy pouts. “You’re no fun.”

Irritated, I start up my car and begin driving. Something about the address or street name niggles at the back of my head, but I don’t think anything about it as I follow my phone’s directions. Instead, over the next several minutes, my mind swirls around with memories of tonight’s events.

I can’t believe Guy kissed me in front of my childhood crush. Or that he just called me Daddy. Although that’s probably my fault, because buckling Guy in was a total Daddy move.

I sigh.

I would kill for someone to do sweet Daddy-like things for me—like click my seatbelt in place, wrap me up in his strong arms, or just look after my well-being. There’s something so hot about the idea of a dominant man taking care of me. Not just from a sexual perspective, but damn, I also wouldn’t mind calling someone Daddy while he dishes out a little ‘funishment.’

Images of Theo come to mind.

It can’t just be me, but I’m pretty sure that all that fun banter and flirtatious chemistry has to mean we might have something. Right? I’ve always considered myself secretly submissive, but I’m shocked by how easily we seemed to have fallen into that dynamic. He brought out the flirty brat in me, and I’m pretty sure he liked it.

“Oh, uh, this is me. Thanks for bringing me home.”

I park my car in the driveway and give him a curt smile. “No problem.” I glance up at the cute suburban house with its white shutters and light blue paint. God, why does this house look so damn familiar?

Guy unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes the passenger door open. At the last second, he turns and looks at me. “Can I ask you a question?”

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