14. Lucas

LUCAS

"Lucas. Baby, we need to get you cleaned up."

Hunter?

Shit, can I still call him that?He's been trying to get me off him for who knows how long now, but I can't. I can't let go of him.

I'm gross and sticky, but I couldn't care less if I tried. Hunter, or um, Daddy, fuck, he's just so warm and…safe.

This past month has been one of the shittiest of my life. Coach has been on my ass, Carson has been on my ass, my professors have been on my ass, and I can't fucking breathe.

I've been on edge for days, and the only thing that helps me relax is nursing from Hunter…and occasionally getting off.

When he said I couldn't do that anymore, or at least not as much as I wanted to, it was devastating. Then I had to write that stupid paper and… Well, everything was just too much.

But in Hunter's arms—hell, over his lap—everything is…not so much, I guess.

Kissing him for the first time fried my brain in the best way possible. I was so fucking gone I almost told Hunter I loved him, and I think he almost said he loved me too, but I'm probably just reading too much into it.

We were all wound up, and he wanted to settle me. And he did, better than any intense workout I've ever had. There's no way I'm letting him go.

He pats my arm again. "Lucas. Up."

I whimper and lift my head off Hunter's chest to look at him. Our eyes meet, and before either of us say anything, we're kissing again.

His lips are rough but somehow soft at the same time. They fit mine perfectly, they move perfectly, and everything about this moment is perfect. I'd kiss him forever if he'd let me.

Only he won't. He pulls away and turns his head, so I can't reach his lips anymore.

"I'll happily give you all the kisses you want after we get you cleaned up and talk about some things."

I sigh and reluctantly move off Hunter's lap and head to the bathroom. He's close behind me when I get there and insists on stepping into the shower with me so he can wash me off. At first, I almost say I can do it myself. I've been embarrassed enough for one day and don't think I can take anymore.

But then he pulls me against him so my back is pressing against his chest, and there's no way I'm letting this man leave.

True to his word, Hunter completely washes me off, telling me to relax while he takes care of me. While he washes my front, he kisses my neck. Then he moves the towel over my cock, and it takes every bit of my strength to keep from bucking my hips. We've gotten off on each other, but up until today, we were mostly clothed whenever it happened.

This is different. More intimate.

Hunter makes sure he washes every part of me before he pulls me in for a kiss under the spray of hot water.

"So, if we're going to do this, we need to establish some rules."

I'm not entirely sure what Hunter means by that, but I nod anyway before taking another bite of the grilled cheese sandwich he made. "‘Kay."

After we finally got out of the shower, Hunter told me to sit down on the couch "like a good boy" while he made us something to eat. I had no idea what to say to that, so I just sat down…like a good boy.

Because that's what I am, I guess. A good boy. Hunter's good boy. Or maybe Daddy"s good boy.

Fuck, I cannot get hard again before we have this conversation. Hunter will think I'm some kind of sex addict. I don't know why hearing him call me a good boy turns me on so much, but it also does so much more than that.

I feel all giddy and weird inside, like when I covered our QB so well in our last game that he scored the touchdown himself. Maybe because I hate disappointing Hunter, but now, that feeling is even stronger. I definitely can't do something that will make him think I'm not his good boy. I don't think I could handle it, and I'm not sure my ass can either.

Which brings up a question that has been on my mind for a while now. "Do I have to call you Daddy all the time?"

The question leaves my mouth before I have time to process that I'm asking it, but I have to know the answer before I actually lose my mind.

Hunter… Um, Daddy… Whichever. He looks at me and just smiles, temporarily causing my heart to settle a little.

How is he so good at doing that?

"Whenever you want to, boy. Just do whatever you're comfortable with."

I'm not sure how I feel about that answer. When am I supposed to want to call him Daddy? How many times am I supposed to say it every day? Is it just a sex thing? Or like something I'm meant to say when he's punishing me? I hope not, because I'd like to avoid punishments as much as possible. Even if Hunter spanking me did kinda feel good, it also felt kinda very not good.

Frowning down at my grilled cheese, I sigh and try not to think too hard about it, but clearly, it's too late for that.

Hunter reaches over the table and lifts my chin so I'm looking at him. His gaze is intense and makes me want to kiss him again, but this stupid table is in the way. "When it's just us, I'd like it if you call me Daddy. When we're with others, you can just call me Hunter. Sound good?"

It's a question, but it doesn't feel like one. He's not asking me. He's telling me, and that's just fine with me. Because he framed it as a question though, I nod my head in response.

He raises his eyebrows at me. "Words, baby."

Oh. "Yes, Daddy."

Daddy wants what's best for me.

What Daddy says goes, but I can say red if I really don't like it. Then we will talk about the situation together.

I have to eat three meals every day and tell Daddy what homework I have when I get home.

I have to always be honest and…

And I can't touch myself unless?—

"Greene!"

My body jolts at the sound of my name, thankfully breaking me out of my thoughts. The rules Hunter and I went over have been stuck on a loop in my head since we agreed on them. Especially the last one.

I've been popping random boners throughout the whole practice. Luckily, no one seems to notice, but it still hurts like hell in my cup.

Doing my best to stay present, I glance toward the voice that's calling me, but honestly, I'm too nervous to move.

Hunter helped me convince my professor to give me another chance at my paper, and he's helping me write it this time. One of the other rules is that if I want the privilege of being able to nurse after what I did, I have to work really hard for it.

And I plan to. With some help, of course.

It felt impossible, but Hunter sat with me the whole time I was at my laptop, telling me how good I was with every bit of progress I made. I just hope it's enough to get me through this game.

Slowly, I get up off the bench and make my way to Coach's office where he's waiting for me.

When I step inside, he closes the door behind me and moves closer to his desk. He doesn"t sit down, he just leans against it while he stares at me. He doesn't look happy.

"So, I took a look at your grades and talked to your professors." He pauses and gives me a hard look that makes my heart drop.

Hunter is going to be so disappointed. Fuck, I've had a "Daddy" for all of twenty-four hours and I've already managed to disappoint him twice.

I tried, I really did! He was right next to me while I worked, and after reviewing it, he said it was good. I guess we were both wrong.

"You're in tomorrow's game. And when we win, you'll need to keep your grades up for championships."

My eyes go wide, and my jaw drops as I look at him.

His face still looks like he's completely unimpressed, but if I squint a little, I can kinda see the slight lip curl that means he would be smiling if that was something he did.

"I can— Oh my god, thank you!" I go to hug him, but I think better of it and just nod my head instead. "Thank you, Coach. I'm gonna pass. I won't let you down, and I'll be there for the championships!"

After I leave his office, I tell the team that I'm playing, and we celebrate together. When his back is turned, I flip off Erikson before I grab my stuff and rush home to tell Daddy I'm good for the game.

He's gonna be so proud of me.