CLAYTON (Single Dads Club Book 3)

by Candice Blake

  "I can't wait to meet the man who raised two incredible sons one day."

  "Let's save that discussion about my dad for when we're not about to have sex," I said.

  Clayton smiled. "That's probably a good idea."

  I took off my pants, and lay on top of Clayton, kissing his lips. I moved my hips back and forth and my cock rubbed against his.

  "You don't happen to have any lube up here, do you?" I asked.

  "I'm one step ahead of you," Clayton said.

  He reached over and pulled out the infamous jar of coconut oil he'd brought from the kitchen.

  I smiled. "You really thought this through. How did you know we'd be having sex tonight?"

  "I didn't, but I sure as hell prepared for it in case we did."

  Clayton opened the jar and rubbed a generous amount of oil on my cock.

  "Damn that's cold," I said, shivering a little. "Really cold."

  "Your cock inside my ass will definitely warm it up.

  Clayton rubbed some on his hole. I sat back and watched him try and put his finger inside, lubing his hole up. What a beautiful man, I thought to myself.

  "Your body drives me insane," I said.

  Clayton closed his eyes and bit his lip, pushing his index finger as deep as he could. There was a painful yet beautiful expression on his face, and I wanted to take a photo to capture that moment forever.

  Clayton pulled his finger out and opened his eyes. He gave me a nod, and I got into position, kissing him as I pressed the tip of my cock right against his hole.

  I thrust my hips forward and felt my cock sink inside him slowly. Clayton was right, his ass was so warm, and it felt so good as I entered him. Without a condom on, I could feel the slight contractions in his ass as he took more of my cock. The pleasure felt endless.

  Clayton put his hand on my sides and pulled me deeper inside him.

  "You... feel so much bigger than you look," he said.

  "I only seem small compared to you," I said with a smile.

  I couldn't stop looking at Clayton's face with my cock inside him. The way his brows were raised, the way his mouth was in an O shape. I leaned forward to kiss him, and at the same time, my cock sank even deeper.

  The warmth of his body was intoxicating.

  "I love you," I whispered to him.

  "I love you too. Now fuck me harder."

  I thrust inside Clayton until I was balls deep. I pulled my hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. Every second made me feel so much closer to Clayton.

  "You're so goddamn tight, it's ridiculous," I moaned.

  "I feel so... whole when you're inside me. I didn't know bottoming could be this pleasurable."

  "Does that mean you'll let me do this again?"

  "If fucking me makes you happy, then I'll let you fuck me whenever you want. I'm addicted to the closeness I feel to you."

  "Goddamn, the words that come out of your mouth make me feel so wanted."

  Clayton put his hand on my neck and pulled me in for another kiss.

  I fucked him as we made out, every thrust made me feel closer to him--and closer to the edge. I tried to hold off from my orgasm, but it was getting to be impossible with my cock so deep in Clayton's tight ass.

  "How does the inside of a man's ass feel?" Clayton asked.

  "It's the most incredible feeling in the world."

  Clayton stroked himself, his pre-come leaking all over his abs.

  "You're going to make me come if you keep fucking me like this," Clayton said.

  "I'm close too. Let's try to come together."

  Clayton stroked himself faster as I gazed into his eyes. The world had stopped. I let myself get lost in that feeling of pleasure.

  Clayton groaned. "I'm about to come. Fuck me, Westley."

  I thrust inside him deeper, and I felt his ass spasm and contract.

  "I'm going to come too," I moaned.

  The way his ass was contracting sent me over the edge, and I felt my body tense up as I erupted deep inside him at the same time as come shot out of his cock.

  I collapsed on top of him right after we came. My cock was still buried deep inside of him.

  Clayton cradled my head against his chest, and he just lay there, covered in sweat and come.

  I slid my cock out of Clayton slowly, watching some of my come leak out of Clayton's hole.

  I looked out the window and saw snow falling.

  "What are you thinking about?" Clayton asked me.

  "How I would've never met you had I not come on this trip with my brother."

  "Well, I'm certainly glad you did because I think we're meant to be together. The chemistry is so strong and it feels so right."

  "I've always looked at things pragmatically as a surgeon, but you've shown me that sometimes the safest option isn't always the best one. Sometimes, it's worth taking risks. Time and time again, you've made me take risks with you. I'm grateful for that, Clayton. You've shown me just how joyful and pleasurable life can be. I'm... so grateful for you, Clay."

  "I'm grateful for you too. You've shown me that I can love again. You've given me a chance to move on from the old life that I've been desperately clinging onto for so many years. But, I'm ready for a new start. I'm ready to start this chapter for you."

  Clayton opened one of the sleeping bags and we both crawled inside it.

  He held my hand and brought me toward him. I kissed him as I ran my hands up his body. He was so warm.

  "I... love you, Westley," he said. I could tell how nervous he was by his trembling voice. "I love you so much."

  "What do you... love about me?" I asked.

  "What do I love about you?" he repeated. "Do you even realize what you make me feel like when I'm with you?" he asked, putting his hand on my chest so he could feel how fast my heart was beating. "The love I have for you is so deep and real. I haven't felt this way in a long time. To be honest, I never thought I'd ever feel it again. I want to share my life with you."

  I took a deep breath. At that moment, my palms started sweating.

  "I'm afraid that once we leave, we'll go back to our real lives and things won't be the same," I said.

  "We'll just have to find a way to make it work. I have faith in us."

  "How are you so sure?"

  "Because I will never give up on you. I will never stop loving you."

  I hesitated again before I smiled. "Promise?"

  He kissed me hard on the lips. "Promise. I love you," Clayton said.

  "I love you too."

  Epilogue

  Clayton

  I was driving home from the cottage with Brayden. We'd just made our final pit stop on the last stretch home.

  "What does it feel like when you're in love?" Brayden asked.

  It was something I wasn't expecting him to ask me, but I wanted to be more open with him. He was seventeen and it was time for me to have more of these kinds of conversations with him, seeing as how he was going to leave the nest soon.

  While trying to think of a response, I thought of Westley and it made me smile.

  I turned off onto a side street to take a long way home so as to not rush what we were about to discuss. It was easier to talk about these things when driving in a car than sitting on a couch at home.

  "It's a tricky thing to articulate in words. I could go on and on about what it feels like to be in love. " I said.

  "Tell me, Dad," Brayden said.

  "I think love begins when you first get to know someone and you find out something special about them. This initial stage of learning about this person feels so good and the whole world suddenly feels a bit brighter."

  "So, what happens after the initial stage?"

  "After getting to know someone special, I feel this excitement, kind of like winning a hockey championship. This excitement is so raw and real that my heart feels like it's about to burst. The whole world could be right with this feeling alone. I could see the world in a new light, because now, there's a person
who understands me, who sees me for who I truly am, and every day I want to find out more about what I love about them. There's nothing like being in love and knowing that you are loved."

  Brayden put a hand on his chin. "So, have you loved anyone since Dad passed?"

  "Not since your dad, Brayden, but I think I've met someone recently who I'm falling in love with."

  Brayden's eyes widened. "Really? I never hear you talking about this person."

  "He's someone you've already met," I said cryptically. "Someone who was at the cottage."

  Brayden furrowed his brows some more. "Is it Westley?"

  "How'd you know?"

  "Well, seeing as how guys were pretty much inseparable all week, it sort of makes sense."

  "I didn't know it was so obvious," I said.

  "Westley seems like a good guy, Dad. I'm glad you found someone."

  "I'm glad I found someone too."

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  As a forty-five-year-old divorced single dad, being the coach of the varsity hockey team is the only thing that still brings me joy. When I'm on the ice, I feel so alive and for those precious moments, I can forget about all my shortcomings.

  Because of my dedication to my players, we are the league's reigning champions.

  When my best friend's son, Brayden, tries out, I don't know if there's room for his ego and cockiness on my all-star team.

  But there's something about Brayden that ignites something inside me on and off the ice that I haven't felt since my divorce.

  The attraction doesn't--and shouldn't--make any sense. I'd previously been married to a woman and Brayden is half my age.

  I'm supposed to push my players' boundaries to their absolute limit, but the boundary I'm pushing with Brayden is definitely out-of-bounds.

  It's only a matter of time before Brayden's dad finds out...

  Brayden: Austin's my coach...and my dad's best friend.

  There's something about Austin's boldness as a coach that makes me feel some type of way. After many 6:00 a.m. practices with Austin, our coach-player relationship grows into something much more.

  This attraction to my coach is strong and sudden, and it feels like I'm getting body-checked hard out of nowhere.

  There's no doubt we shouldn't be together at all. But even though we want to stop, it feels like we're colliding on the rink at sixty miles an hour.

  If anyone on the team finds out, my dream of playing in the varsity league will be over faster than it began...

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  Brayden

  "Did you remember to bring your hockey gear?" Dad asked, gripping the steering wheel harder than usual.

  "Yes, Dad," I said, trying hard not to groan.

  I could tell he was stressed while driving in downtown traffic. I was moving into my university dorm room, and I was optimistic about this new chapter in my life.

  "And did you remember to bring the new packs of underwear and socks I got for you? Hygiene is important, especially since you'll have a roommate, which means two dirty teenage boys living in one room."

  "Yes, I did," I said quietly. "You don't have to embarrass me in front of Westley, and I'm certainly hoping you won't embarrass me once I get to the dorm."

  I saw my dad's new boyfriend, Westley, holding back a smile. He was sitting in the passenger seat next to my dad. I was grateful Westley had come that day, knowing how busy he was, being a surgeon and all. I could tell their relationship was starting to get serious, and I wondered if they were planning to move in together now that I was leaving the nest. I didn't want to be nosy and ask too many questions though. All I wanted was to see my dad happy, and for the past year, he seemed happier with Westley in his life.

  He'd been single for more than ten years after my other dad passed away. To see Dad happy, truly happy again, made it easier for me to leave for college.

  My dad looked at me through the rear-view mirror. "I won't. I promise. I'm just concerned. You're my baby and I just don't want anything to happen to you."

  "I'm going to college, Dad," I said. "Not enlisting in the army, and I'm definitely not your baby."

  "Yeah, well, I won't get to see you every day anymore, and who's going to make sure you eat and sleep properly?"

  "I will," I said. "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I'm eighteen and I've been looking forward to this for so long now."

  Westley put a hand on my dad's shoulder and squeezed it. "Don't you remember leaving the nest yourself, Clayton?" Westley asked.

  "Yeah, that was over thirty years ago though, and I didn't go to college," Dad said.

  "Well, you turned out just fine, didn't you?" Westley asked. "I'm sure you've raised Brayden to take care of himself too."

  Dad exhaled, as we moved slowly through downtown traffic. "You're right. Forgive me for being so worried."

  It was a cool fall day in September. My heart was beating a bit faster than usual. I couldn't sleep much the night before, even though I'd worked out harder than usual yesterday.

  As I looked out the window, everything felt so... new. Even though I was familiar with the city I'd grown up in, I noticed details I hadn't before. The streets, the people, the buildings. This part of the city was going to be my new home for the next four years at least. My dad lived about a half hour drive from campus, so it wasn't like I was moving to a different city entirely. But everything still felt new.

  We finally arrived on campus, and I couldn't help but smile at the gothic architectural buildings that were covered in vines. This was my dream school, a prestigious college that had an acceptance rate of five percent. I remembered the euphoria I felt when I opened up the acceptance letter. I'd never forget hugging my dad and how happy he was too. I'd been working so hard to come here for the past couple of years, hoping to play on one of the best hockey teams in the country.

  As we pulled up to the front of campus, there were student volunteers wearing highlighter-pink shirts that made them easy to spot. Some held up signs and welcomed students, some directed the cars where to go.

  One of the volunteers opened the car door without any warning, and I was startled by it.

  "Welcome," he said, in a loud and excited tone that made me wonder how many cups of coffee he had drunk. "What's your name?"

  "Thanks... I'm Brayden," I said.

  "Let me help you get some of your bags," the volunteer said.

  He reached for my duffel bag without giving me a chance to respond.

  "Thanks..." I said.

  A female volunteer approached and put a bright-orange shirt right into my hands.

  "Here's your orientation shirt," she said, sounding equally as caffeinated as the first volunteer. "Do you know which residence you'll be staying in? If not, don't worry, we'll find out,"

  A car behind us honked at my dad for stopping in the middle of the one-way street.

  "God, this is absolutely manic," Dad said. "Where can I park, so I can give my son a proper goodbye?"

  "You can try to see if there's a spot down the street," the first volunteer said. "But we'll take your freshman to his room first."

  The car behind us honked again.

  "Just text me once you find parking," I said to my dad.

  "Okay," Dad said. "Westley and I will get the rest of your things and we'll bring them to your room."

  I grabbed my hockey stick from the back seat and got out of the car before Dad drove off.

  I followed the two volunteers to the student center. There, they introduced me to someone with a clipboard who was going to tell me which room I was going to be staying in for the next year. I glanced around the packed room, eyeing all the other freshmen who were hanging out and talking to each other. I was getting a bit self-conscious all of a sudden, wondering if I'd fit in with everyone and if I'd make any new friends.

  As an athlete, I usually met my closest friends through sports, but since tryouts for the hockey team hadn't even s
tarted yet, I wasn't sure how I was going to make any friends. What if the guys on the hockey team weren't interested in making friends with each other? What if the guys were much more competitive, trying to get noticed by professional teams?

  "Brayden Jameson," the person with the clipboard said, as she moved her finger down the page. "You'll be staying in Gate House," she continued. "Third floor, room 305."

  She reached into a box behind her and handed me a key card.

  The two volunteers led me to my residence, which was across the street from the student center. I looked around for my dad and Westley, but it was impossible with hundreds of students and parents around me.

  "This is the quad," the male volunteer said, as we walked through a grassy field surrounded by buildings. "This is where a lot of students hang out during the school year."

  The trees in the quad looked hundreds of years old, and the grass was so green and perfect that it almost looked fake. I guess this was one of the perks of going to a top university in the country. I felt like I'd finally made it.

  I carefully maneuvered through the crowd. At six foot two and built like a hockey player, it was hard not to bump into people.

  "We're here," the female volunteer said.

  We were standing in front of a set of double doors with Gate House engraved into a metal plaque next to the doors.

  We walked in and went up to the third floor, I looked at the room numbers as I walked down the hallway. 300, 301, 302, 303, 304. Room 305 was right at the end of the hallway. The door was open and someone was lying on one of the two beds. I recognized him right away.

  "Brayden!" Frankie said.

  He got off the bed and ran over to give me a hug.

  "What's up, buddy?" I said.

  "I can't believe we're going to be roommates."

  Frankie was one of my best friends from high school and he played hockey too. When we found out we were both attending the same college, we'd requested to be roommates, but the college never let us know if it was approved.