Chapter 32

32

Coach (Emmett)

I’m being reckless.

I told myself this for the umpteenth time as I lurked on the edges of the party. Even knowing how unrestrained I was acting wasn’t enough to change my behavior, so I guess that made me reckless and stupid.

The look on his face, though. I’d rather be castrated with papercuts than see that again. I knew he didn’t want me to do the auction, but I had no choice. I thought he understood that. However, the desaturation of the air around him and the color of his cheeks when he realized I was in fact heading to the stage was morbid. Like watching a color photograph drain to black and white. The way it signified death was disturbing.

God, he looked good tonight, standing there among a sea of neckties but wholly standing out. Cheekbones and baby blues on full display with those golden locks pulled back in a low ponytail. The wayward curl that escaped to brush against his cheek was nothing but a little tease, taunting that it could touch him and I could not.

It was getting harder and harder to maintain boundaries, to pretend he was just my swimmer when he was so much more.

Which was exactly why I was creeping like some goblin in a darkened corner, hovering in the shadows, just waiting for a moment to make my move.

I ground my teeth watching the little shit drain a glass of champagne and then reach for another. My body fought against my mind, instinct demanding I rip the alcohol away from him and spank his misbehaving ass.

That was what he needed. A fucking spanking.

Thankfully, what was left of the rational part of me kept me rooted in place.

Finally, the opportunity presented itself, and I moved fast, snatching him from the open space where the rich mingled and laughed, pulling him into the darkened alcove.

A strangled gasp escaped between his lips, and I pushed him up against the wall and slapped my hand over his mouth before he could draw attention. The second his surprised blue eyes met mine, they narrowed and his nostrils flared to huff hot breath over my hand.

“You gonna behave?” I whispered low, the question practically a warning.

Defiance scorched his stare, and I pressed a little more firmly against him. “I need you to be a good boy right now, Goldilocks.”

His eyes rolled, and I glared until he relented and nodded slightly. Finally, I lowered my palm from his mouth, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“You said you wouldn’t do this,” he accused.

“No. You asked, but I never agreed.”

Hurt cracked through his eyes like lightning, and he shoved me back. My shoes scuffed over the floor as I grappled to stay in the shadows. But even as I did, he escaped them, slipping through my fingers like water in the pool.

“Bodhi,” I hissed, but he kept going without a backward glance.

A waiter walked by with a freshly replenished tray, and Bodhi snagged another drink and headed back toward the party.

Those boundaries I mentioned before? I trampled them into the dirt as I shot out of the alcove and grabbed him from behind. His strangled intake of breath was accompanied by the ice in the tumbler clinking against the crystal as I towed him back.

Forgoing the alcove, I drew him into a short hallway and pushed him into a bathroom where I locked the door behind us.

When I turned, his face was a mask of rebellion and held the same insolent expression he wore the night I’d gotten him out of jail. Like a bull, he charged forward, but I caught the lapels of his jacket and spun, slamming his back against the wall. Whatever he was drinking—whiskey by the smell of it—sloshed over the rim of the glass and splattered against the floor.

“Unless you want to go up on stage wet and smelling like a drunk, get your hands off me,” he threatened, pulling the glass back as though he would toss the contents in my face.

Nonplussed, I bulldozed my lips into his for an ardent kiss, ignoring the way his mouth was pinched with anger and flavored with booze. I licked over the seam anyway, reaching between us to grab his chin in a possessive grip.

The give was instant, his whimper filling the room as he wrapped his arms around my neck and melted into me. The tumbler he’d just sworn to baptize me with slipped from his fingers and hit the unforgiving floor with a crack. Glass shattered and whiskey splashed against the back of my pant leg, but I was too caught up in him to care.

He tasted like single malt and trouble, felt like heaven and hell, and pressed every button I never knew I had. I didn’t care that this was inappropriate or that anyone could find us here. All I cared about was giving this brat what he needed and reminding him who was in charge.

Growling, I charged into his mouth, greedily stroking my tongue along his until he relented and let me take complete control. His dick strained against his trousers and stabbed into my thigh while his restless hands rubbed across my shoulders. Reaching back, I unbound his hair, letting the golden waves I so loved spill free.

Humming, I tangled my fingers in the strands and forced his head back so I could claim another bruising kiss. His hands fumbled with my pants, undoing the button and forcing the zipper past my erection. With them open, he shoved beneath the waistband of the boxer briefs to wrap his fingers around my shaft.

We both moaned on contact, and he ripped his mouth away, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. Panting, he rocked against me, practically strangling my dick with his fist. “Daddy,” he begged.

“I know,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I know, baby.”

He let out a muffled sob, and I pulled back, ripping my cock from his grasp. Before he could protest, I spun him around, pushing him against the wall. I made quick work of his pants, yanking them down around his ankles. The tails of his dress shirt hung below the hem of his jacket, and I bunched them in my fist and pulled them up to reveal his narrow waist and heart-shaped ass.

“ Fuck ,” I cursed low, taking in the red thong hidden under his suit. Slipping my finger beneath the strap, I snapped it against his hip, and he arched into the sensation. “What a naughty brat you are,” I said, smoothing my palm over his ass cheek. “Coming to this formal event with lingerie under your clothes, walking around in front of all those people like a sexy little secret.”

He whimpered, and I pushed between his shoulder blades so he’d bend more at the waist and I could fill both hands with his luscious ass. “And you are sexy, so much so it’s a fucking sin.”

I pulled his cheeks apart, getting a look at his crack and the red fabric hiding his hole. Hooking a finger beneath it, I dragged it away so I could see what was mine.

Reaching around to my back pocket, I grabbed a packet of lube and tore it between my teeth. He jerked and let out a hiss when I poured the cold liquid against his heated skin without warning.

“That’s what you get, Goldilocks. Running your mouth and riling me up in a totally inappropriate setting.”

Using two fingers, I spread it around, making him nice and slick before slipping the tip of one finger into his hole. He braced his forearms against the wall and hung his head between them, needy sounds echoing against the floor.

“I need you to be quiet, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded.

I pushed one finger in without hesitation, and he grunted. I swirled it around and then pulled out, pushing my pants and boxers down to my thighs. After applying what was left of the lube onto my dick, I tossed the packet to the floor and stepped closer. Broken glass crunched under my feet as I pressed my tip against his tight hole.

“It’s going to burn,” I warned him. “I didn’t prep you the way I normally do, but I think that’s what you need right now, sweetheart. You need to feel the sting when I claim you. You need to ache from a fast, hard fuck so that when we go back out there, your body still feels mine.”

His shoulders stiffened, and he lifted his head. “I asked you not— ughnnn .”

I slammed into him. His knees buckled, but I caught him around the waist and held him up. Pulling out, I thrust back in, and his palms slapped against the wall. Keeping hold of his hips, I repeated the action until I felt the surrender in his body. Sweat beaded on my back as I picked up the pace, hammering into him relentlessly, not giving either one of us a chance to breathe. The sound of the lube squelching and the slap of our bodies was filthy, as were the low grunts that ripped from his lips with every hard thrust.

Bending, I pressed my chest against his back, surrounding him in every way as I thrust as deep into his body as I could. One arm wrapped around his chest, and he grappled for it, nails digging into my hand.

“Is this what you needed, sweetheart?” I murmured, grinding the head of my swollen cock against his prostate. “For Daddy to remind you that you’re his. Mine and no one else’s. It doesn’t matter where we are or what’s going on around us. I will take you whenever and however I want. And you will let me because this body is mine .”

He whimpered again, and I straightened, bringing him with me so we were both standing and he was impaled on my cock. My legs were shaking with effort, my skin damp with sweat. “You’re going to come now, Goldilocks,” I commanded. “Because your pleasure is mine too.”

I gripped his leaking dick, my sweaty palm sticking to his hot skin. He moaned, and I jerked him, an ooze of precum dribbling over his tip to smear my skin. I used it to work him, loving the tremble in his legs. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Fill up my hand.”

With one last stroke and a slight twist to his head, he erupted, his warm release unloading right into my palm. Feeling him unleash pushed me over, the tight clench of his channel setting off my orgasm, and I pumped sloppily into him, splashing his walls with white and filling him until there wasn’t a drop left in me.

My entire frame was twitching when I came off the high and slipped from his body. With one handful of cum, I used the other to gently lean him against the wall and awkwardly walk the short distance to the sink to wash my hands and use the paper towels to clean myself up.

After quickly pulling up my pants, I turned to see him still leaning against the wall with splotchy cheeks and his softened dick on display. My chest swelled at his sated appearance, how I had fucked the attitude right out of him.

He remained sated, hazy eyes following me as I cleaned him up. The intimacy of the act hit me right in the chest. Once he was clean, I adjusted his thong and pulled up his pants, going as far as to tuck his shirt back into the waistband.

Pulling him off the wall, I cupped his face. “Are you ready to listen now?”

His eyes averted, but he nodded.

“I know you don’t want me to do this auction.” I felt him tense. “But I have to. It’s my job.”

The look in his eyes when they found mine cut me to the core. The hurt there was palpable, and it made me feel like I was in an impossible situation. I wanted to give in and refuse to do the auction, but doing so would open a whole canister of questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

“It’s just a fundraiser and will be over in ten minutes,” I implored.

“I can’t even bid on you,” he said, dejected.

He would bid on me. “You don’t have to bid on me, sweetheart. You already own me.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” he whispered.

My heart cracked, and I pulled him into my arms, pushing his head against my shoulder. “You can’t feel me smeared between your thighs?” I murmured, sliding a hand down to palm his ass. “You can’t still feel what we just did?”

He didn’t answer, but I already knew. I hadn’t been overly rough, but I also had not been gentle. And though it satiated his anger, even his body, his heart was still not at rest.

“The dean asked me to do this, and so I will,” I murmured, stroking his head. “But once it’s over, I’ll find a way out of the date. Even if I have to pay back the bid. I won’t go, okay?”

He pulled back, hope glimmering in those baby blues as they searched mine. “Really?”

“I promise.” Then, “I don’t want to go. You know that, right?” I said, wanting him to be sure. “I want you. Only you.”

He nodded, relief evident in his features. “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

The corner of his lips hitched up. “Okay, Daddy .”

I tilted up his face, letting my thumbs caress just below his lips. “When I’m up there on the stage, it’s you I’ll be thinking about.”

His lashes swept down, and I kissed him gently but thoroughly. Stepping back, I adjusted his clothes, and he leaned in to straighten my bowtie and smooth out my lapels.

“You could have tried to look a little less handsome,” he grumbled.

And would you look at that? I didn’t even have to run to catch the butterflies suddenly in my stomach.

My eyes crinkled at the corners when I smiled. “I thought I was too old to look handsome.”

He made a face, and I palmed his shoulders to turn him around and gather his golden locks back into the low ponytail. He passed the elastic over his shoulder, and I fastened it, then whispered against his ear, “After this, we’ll meet at home, okay?”

He nodded.

“Go out ahead of me,” I said, glancing down at the broken glass. “I’ll clean this up.”

He started away, but I snatched him back, nipping at the shell of his ear. “And no more drinking tonight.”

“I’m of age,” he countered.

I bit down on his ear a little harder. “No more alcohol, Goldilocks.”

“Fine.”

I palmed his hip. “What was that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I let him go but snatched him back after only one step.

Bodhi let out an impatient whine. “What now?”

I smiled against his neck and pushed my hand into the inside of my jacket to pull out my most prized possession.

Resting my chin on his shoulder, I brought my arm around him, holding my hand palm up. “How about you hold on to this for me tonight?”

The change in him was quiet. Probably something I wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t have him in my arms. But, oh, it was significant.

“You want me to hold your whistle?” he asked, not making any move to grab it.

“Doesn’t really go with the bowtie.”

“Yet you brought it anyway,” he teased.

“I’ve had it a long time. Kinda feels like a part of me now. Don’t really like going around without it.”

“So why give it to me?” he asked.

“‘Cause you’re part of me now too.”

He was quiet a moment, staring at the offered item lying in my palm. His fingertips were gentle when they lifted the metal mouthpiece, and he curled his fist around it.

“I won’t let anything happen to it,” he told me.

My heart somersaulted, and I kissed the side of his neck. “I’ll be back for it later. For you too.”

He turned, pressed a quick kiss to my mouth, and left me there alone.

I stared after him, resolved that, after tonight, things were going to change.