Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

Seth had shaken the hockey world at the end of the season when he had kissed the breath out of Mazdon Grabowski, one of their star defensemen. The team had been nothing but supportive in every single press conference or interview since.

“Trev, listen to me. Whatever’s in your bag isn’t going to freak me out. I’m a gay man. My dad owns a BDSM club. Do you really think that there is anything you could say or do, shy of committing a crime, that would surprise me?”

I growled into the pillow and felt the bed dip. The pillow was pulled from my face and Easton’s face was way too close to mine as he spoke. “Doms do not pout.”

Hell, I hadn’t come across a boy who would take me seriously. I wasn’t a hairy, muscled-up Dom who wore leather and boots. I was a lean, tall guy who wore comfortable jeans, button-downs, and tennis shoes. I was more often than not mistaken for a sub than a Daddy, despite my badge clearly spelling out my status.

We merged onto the highway before Trevor looked over at me again. “You look like a petulant child.” He sounded so much like Easton that I forgot who I was talking to for a second. “Right now, I am a petulant child! A Dom can be petulant too.”

Hey, Brax, you’re really hot and I think I’m attracted to you. Yeah, I know you’re the newest player on the team and I’m the captain. And yeah, I know that I’ve technically known you since you were a kid and not only do I know your dad but played on the same team with him. Oh, and did I mention that I’m a little looking for a Daddy? Nope. Wasn’t happening. I was locking that shit up in a box and throwing away the key.

If Brax was going to be my Daddy, I’d have to tell him at some point, but the first eighteen hours after deciding to date wasn’t the best time to drop a bombshell like “my best friend is a country music sensation and little.” That was better third date material.

Dead. I was dead and couldn’t decide if Trevor’s sweet words were heaven or hell. I’d dreamed of a man like him for years, but now that I had him, I swore my body was going to betray me and I was going to come from his words alone.

I let out a relieved sigh. Talking about diapers and planning on possibly getting them was more than I wanted to discuss in the shower. “Let’s discuss expectations.” Maybe diapers would have been a better topic after all.

“They aren’t going to bite.” “I’ve been checked into the boards by your dad before. It’s not his bite I’m worried about.”

For the first time, I could understand how Trevor must have felt when he knew he was mine. It was safety and security and a sense of belonging that came from being with people who loved you.

My brain and my dick were having a battle of wills that I was pretty certain my dick was going to win. Since it was pressing insistently against the front of my underwear, it was hard to argue I wasn’t interested in this new development.

There was just something about wax pooling and dripping off a body that was sensual in ways I couldn’t begin to describe.