Page 13 of Truck Me Daddy

But this isn’t about me right now, this is about Reece.

After retiring, he found himself lost and lacking direction. But since him and Xander moved in together, I’ve seen Reece go from strength to strength.

I’d love to be able to go on a similar kind of journey, but that of course would mean finding a boy first.

‘Hey, are you listening?’ Reece says, rolling his eyes.

‘Yeah, of course,’ I reply, smiling. ‘I was just… thinking.’

‘Sure,’ Reece says, rolling his eyes. ‘Anyway, just in case you missed it… I was saying that you should come down to the new soccer training facility that my boy is building. It’s linked to the Torros Tornados franchise. It’s a big job for Xander’s crew, but they’re doing some fucking incredible work.’

‘Yeah, that sounds awesome,’ I reply. ‘I mean, I’m free this morning if that works for you?’

‘Hell yeah,’ Reece replies, smiling and looking over toward Ranger. ‘But something tells me that our friend might be a little busy to come with us.’

The pair of us laugh and finish off our new drinks.

With Ranger deep in conversation with a cute barista, I’m happy to be going down to the training ground to see exactly what kind of work Xander and his crew have been getting up to.

I can tell from the pride in Reece’s voice that it’s going to be something good, and even more than that I’m actually relishing the prospect of being on grass rather than water for once!

* * *

‘Hey, you actually kept up with me for once,’ Reece says as he steps out of his Ferrari.

‘Right, it’s not like I didn’t smoke you on that track day a few months ago?’ I reply, turning the engine of my 911 off and stepping out into the parking lot. ‘Wow. This place looks great.’

I take a moment and take in the sights and sounds.

The new training complex hasn’t been finished yet, but I can tell that it’s going to be a top class facility for the Tornados to train in every day.

Along with the immaculate training pitches and sleek, glass-faced buildings, I listen to the thunderous diggers and general hubbub of the construction workers getting on with the central training hub.

‘Lockers room, analysis centers, physiotherapy,’ Reece says, a proud smile on his face. ‘Whatever the players need, they’ll find it in here.’

‘But only if we finish on time,’ Xander says, walking over toward us with a big smile on his face. ‘Hey, Daddy. Hey, Trent.’

I watch as the hulking Xander wraps his arms around Reece for a snuggle. There is a tenderness to them that makes my heart ache a little – but my overriding feeling is one of happiness.

Reece and Xander are perfect for one another and I’m glad to have played a small part in them finding their true love together.

‘Come on, I’ll give you a tour,’ Xander says, his triceps flexing and his tan looking immaculate under the morning sun.

As Xander shows me the fruits of his labors, I can see how proud Reece is of his boy. It’s truly wholesome to witness and I’m just about to comment when out of the corner of my eye I spot someone…

‘Wait… is that… Mikey?’ I say, focusing my eyes on a group of three guys. ‘I’ll be…’

I walk up toward Mikey and decide not to announce myself until I’m right there with him. But as I approach, and with Mikey’s back to me, I find that I’m stumbling into a rather interesting sounding conversation…

‘So the guy gives me his number like he’s some big shot,’ Mikey says, full of sass and sounding cocky as hell. ‘Like, you expect me to call you? Pffft. Whatever. A Daddy does the calling. Just because I’m macho it doesn’t mean I want to be the Daddy. I mean, come on…’

The other construction guys laugh along with Mikey until they see me standing behind him with a distinctively less than impressed look on my face.

The truth is that I’m furious.

If this boy thinks he can cockily smack-talk me in front of his workmates, then he’s got another thing coming.

‘Turn around boy,’ I growl. ‘Let me see the face of the boy who dares to talk shit about Trent Thomas.’

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