Page 17 of Discovery and Recovery

My cum spurts out between our abdomens as I come untouched for the first time in my life.

“Do—don’t stop,” I manage to grind out through the warmth spreading from my center to my chest and legs.

“Jesus,fuck,” he shouts now, and a moment later I feel the rhythm of his movements stumble, shift, then scatter.

He buries his face in my neck, and I know for better or worse, I’m going to make sure Jake is mine.

After twenty minutesof cuddles in silence on the cramped couch, he finally leans up, settling his weight on his elbow, and cups my cheek gently.

Even though he doesn’t look like he’s going to tell me to fuck off, I still tense.

I don’t want this moment to end. I don’t want us to only ever bethis.

“Please, Daddy. I want more.” My thoughts jump out of me almost without my permission.

His face hardens so suddenly I flinch back instinctively.

“No, no, baby.” His voice doesn’t come out gentle, but the fact that he calls me baby is enough to relax me at least enough to not bolt out of here. “I want more too, Timmy.” Serious now, I can see he means it. “Actually, I’m sure now that I won’t be giving you a membership... if that’s okay with you.”

When that last part comes out hesitantly, I realize I must’ve done something with my face to tell him otherwise.

“Yes, god yes. That’s perfectly fine by me.”

I let a smile finally break free, and since I’m not holding anything back anymore, I launch myself at him and kiss him until we’re both breathless.

It’s another hour later when Jake proudly walks me out of his office—though of course we’re both clothed now—and takes me to his home back in Vegas. Since it’s in one of the gatedcommunities on the outskirts of the city, it only takes us about forty minutes to get there, but every second is bliss.

He tells me about how he started Provoke, which is what’s been most important in his life for a long time.

“I understand that,” I tell him honestly. “I’ve been dreaming about being a professional hockey player since I was four years old. I thought I’d achieved that dream when I got drafted in the second round and played for the NHL Detroit team my first season, but then everything kind of collapsed, they demoted me back to the AHL, and so I think right now is truly my moment of feeling that ‘holy shit, I did it,’ you know?”

“I do know.” I sit up straight in the passenger seat when he clears his throat and squeezes my hand for a long moment—the hand he’s been holding since we merged onto the highway. “You should know that a few of your teammates, besides Benny, and their partners know I’m a Daddy and that I own Provoke.”

“Yeah, you said,” I remember. I’ve got a very good idea of who those teammates are, but speculating won’t help me in any way. I have no need to know about their intimacies; it’s obviously none of my business.

“Well, if they know you’re with me, it’s a pretty safe bet they’ll figure out you’re a boy. Would you be okay with that, or would you rather we don’t let anyone on your team know?”

The question takes me aback. Not because I want that—because I seriously don’t—but because I can’t figure out ifhewants to keep us a secret.

“I really wish you weren’t driving while we’re having this conversation,” I mutter.

“Why’s that, baby?”

“Cause now I’m not sure if you’re asking because you want us to keep this quiet with Chris and Benny.”

The thought of having to actively lie to Benny just a few months after I got him back into my life... it’s beyond unpleasant.

“I don’t,” he says firmly. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t have brought it up when we can’t talk about it properly. I just worry. You’ve never been in a relationship like this, so introducing you to this kind of relationship isn’t something I take lightly, and I want to make sure you’re not taken off guard if any of them say anything.”

Taking a moment to think through his words seems like the best idea right now. I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later, and I definitely don’t want him to think I don’t understand the... importance of this, because I do.

Some people are assholes, but as far as I can tell, there’s no way in hell anyone on the Pirates team would actually be bad about this, not really.

We’re by far the most accepting team in the NHL, and the least misogynistic one too if the way the guys gush about their wives andour owneris any indication.

“I understand the...”This isn’t a time to be shy, I tell myself. I just had his fingers up my ass. I can speak plainly, Ican. “The sexual aspect of our relationship might not be something for casual conversation, and I don’t expect it to ever be that. But outside of that, I do want to, like,date you. Hiding that from your brother and my best friend seems like a useless use of our energy at the very least, though I understand wanting to take time before letting the guys on the team know.

“I expect we’re not going to be seeing much of each other in the next month at least, since everyone’s more than likely taking off somewhere to recover after the insane playoffs. So how about we go to your place, maybe fuck one more time before going to sleep, then we go on an actual date tomorrow, and we can reconsider this after?”

The few seconds of silence he takes are nerve-racking, but then the biggest smile blooms across his face as he squeezes my hand again.

“I really like that plan.”