Tuck & Run: A M/M Age-Play Daddy Romance (Club Deny Book 2)

by A. W. Scott

  The line disconnects leaving me feeling bereft at the thought of him in distress over something that’s not actually true. I pace the length of the office, then decide to dial his number again.

  When the voicemail picks up a second time, I hangup before the beep sounds again. I contemplate what to do and how I’m going to handle this when the door behind me opens. Lewis and Mateo stumble in the room, the two of them clearly still a little cum-drunk from their playtime.

  Something in my face must give me away because Lewis seems to sober instantly. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

  Mateo stays quiet, though I know my friend well enough to know that he is feeling the same level of curiosity as his partner.

  “Which part? The part where I found the perfect boy for me? Or the part about where I had to leave him alone to go help with a crisis in the main club? Or maybe you mean the part where Victor and Pietro screwed it up by assuming I wanted to join them for a round of trading? Which would you like first?”

  I know I sound absolutely insane with the volume of my voice and the crazed look in my eyes. I can’t seem to calm myself though. It feels like a part of me is missing, and in a way I guess it is.

  Tucker made an agreement to be mine, and even though it wasn’t that long ago, it still shifted the way my mind thinks. Instead of ‘me’ and ‘I,’ my thoughts were turning to ‘we’ and ‘us.’

  “Let’s begin with who the boy is and what the crisis was. I feel like that’s where this all starts.” Mateo says to me calmly as he sits in a chair and pulls Lewis to stand in between his legs. He knows his boy is too worked up to sit down, so he keeps him locked close to him with the pose.

  “Tucker came in for the interview. I recognized him right away. He was the guy from the restaurant that day, Mateo. The one that you kept encouraging me to go to, but I told you I couldn’t because of the rock on his finger.”

  “Fuck! That’s Tucker.”

  “Can someone fill me in? When was this?” Mateo and I trade off on telling him the story of how I first saw Tucker and how we both knew I was attracted even if I couldn’t do anything. When we finish, he struggles to keep his eyes in his head with the amount of shock he’s experiencing.

  “Now on to the club bit. I think that will help us get to the part about it getting screwed up by our troublemakers.”

  I roll my eyes at the nickname, even though it’s a fitting description.

  “I’d come back to the office to lock up the paperwork and financials like I always do. I was planning to take Tucker back to my hotel since we were both worked up after watching the troublemakers perform earlier. Before we got the chance to leave, Rob called to tell me there was something urgent happening on his side and that he needed help. I went over to find the bartender had tried to carve a love note in his hand and was bleeding everywhere.”

  “What the hell? He tried to do what?” Lewis looks petrified at the idea.

  “I’m only joking, mostly. He did manage to put a gash in his hand that needs stitches. He’s at the ER now with one of the hired muscle guys. Rob changed and then I had to shut down the club. Poor guy is a bleeder and not a single surface was safe from the massacre. Everything had to be cleaned in that area.”

  “I’m glad we weren’t there. I would have been too frustrated with the kid to think straight,” Mateo says calmly. “I didn’t want to hire him anyway, but Rob said he’d be a good fit. Guess he’s regretting that fact now?”

  “Not sure. I ditched him to come back here to retrieve Tucker to continue our evening.”

  “And you found the buff and rough twosome instead?” I nod, then explain what the other two men said happened while I was away.

  After getting it all out to them, I fall into the chair at my desk, my head falling back as I take a deep breath.

  “What the hell do I do now? I can’t let him get away. We’re just getting started. And there’s so much he needs to learn.”

  Lewis ignores me, pulling out his phone and tapping on the screen. He puts it to his ear, then motions for me and Mateo to stay quiet.

  “Hey Tuck! What are you doing tonight?” He pauses, listening closely to the other side of the line. He winces, then squeaks out, “Oh, no! That’s terrible. Why don’t we meet tomorrow for breakfast and you can tell me all about what happened? The normal place Miguel takes us? Ok, great. See you tomorrow, hun.”

  He hangs up then looks over to me. “Well?” I ask when he only stares at me. “What’s the plan?”

  “I’m supposed to meet him tomorrow morning, which of course I will. After he sits down, we’ll pull a switcheroo and you’ll have to give him your little speech to get back into his good graces.”

  “I can work with that. I just need five minutes of his time.”

  Mateo snorts out a laugh, something a bit uncharacteristic for him. “You sure about that? It took you thirty minutes to explain it to us.”

  I flip him off, then stand from the desk. “Gentleman, I’m going to head out. I have a man to woo back tomorrow morning and I’ve had enough bullshit to deal with tonight.”

  They laugh as I leave them behind in the office.

  Chapter 12

  Tucker

  The night before

  I’m wandering through Daddy’s office looking at all of the different pictures and books he has on his shelves. Each one gives me a glimpse at the man I’ve so easily allowed to enter my life.

  I know I should be cautious about all of this, especially after what happened with Jalen, but I have no desire to slow down with this man.

  He makes me feel seen in a way I’ve never felt. And he makes it clear that all the decisions made are mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’d gladly do whatever I say when he comes back, whether it be leaving with him or me telling him that I want to go home alone.

  The peace of mind that gives me can’t be ignored.

  A ruckus outside of the door has me freezing where I’m at. Two large figures move inside as they laugh and talk loudly together.

  Their voices are accented, one possibly Russian, and the other something I don’t recognize. One of them spots me, and taps the other on the shoulder.

  “Well, well. What do we have here? Looks like Pat left something behind for us, Pietro.”

  Pietro? Why do I know that name?

  “Are you sure he left it for us, Victor? Normally he tells us when we are needed.” Now aware of the other man’s name, I realize that these two are the ones from the performance area.

  I just watched these two have sex.

  And they clearly know it by the way they smirk at me.

  “He just stepped away to handle some business with Rob. He’ll be back in a minute. Did he have a meeting with you two? He didn’t mention it.” I ramble the words out, my uncomfortableness with the situation making me seem naive.

  The two men circle around me like prey as I walk away from the bookshelf. “We saw you with Pat earlier. You two seemed to enjoy what you saw,” the one named Victor says.

  “We came to check if Patrick needed us to help him with you. Sometimes he needs extra hands and - well, other things he doesn’t have more of, to please his guests.”

  “I… it’s not… I don’t think..” Looking between them, I realize they think I’m some type of sex toy for Patrick. While I’ve been thinking it was something deeper, they’re of the opinion that this is a game.

  What if they’re right? What if I’m really the fool in this whole thing?

  “I have to go.” I rush between them, my feet leading me away from them as fast as I can. Their voices call out after me, but I’m no longer listening to anything else they have to say. They’ve proven their point and I no longer wish to be involved in whatever it is they want.

  Moving back through the main area, I look for a space marked as an exit. When I can’t make heads or tails of it, I freeze in place as I try to think of the best way to move.

  “Are you lost? Can I help you find something?” A soft voice fl
oats over me, bringing a sense of calm to the chaos in my mind.

  I turn to find a small woman standing next to me. She’s dressed in all black with a clear dominating presence, but she’s managed to make me feel safe with only a few words.

  “I have to leave, but I don’t know the way out. Will you help me?” Her brows scrunches, but she nods to me.

  “Did anyone hurt you? If so, we need to report it to -“

  “Nothing like that. I was a fool to think I had something special here. I just want to go home.”

  She smiles sadly, then holds her hand out toward me. I grab it, thankful for her assistance. With a powerful gait, she leads me through the room and over to a side area. Just like the hallway, this is a bit tucked away to where it’s not visible to the main area. It’s probably meant as a privacy system, but for me it made this place feel more like a prison.

  “Head out that way,” she points down a short hall to a door. “That’ll get you out and to the entrance. You’ll see the light from the main road and you can call a cab from there. Are you sure you’ll be ok? I can walk you the rest of the way if you’d like.”

  “No, that’s ok. Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I appreciate it.”

  Her smile is welcome after the leering of the other two men. “No need to thank me, sweetie. Just get yourself home safely. Hopefully, I’ll see you again one day.”

  She pats me on the shoulder, then heads back into the main area.

  I leave as quickly as I can, the goal of getting as far away from Patrick and his friends the thing spurring me forward.

  Present Day

  Waking up confused and alone, I look over to my phone on the nightstand and note that it’s already seven in the morning. While I know I could go back to sleep, I don’t think it would be the brightest idea I’ve had. I’m liable to pass out for hours with how little sleep I got. I already texted Miguel the last time I woke up to tell him I’d be in late today given the events of the evening before. He told me to take the day off and he’d handle his own meetings. I wanted to argue with the man, but I didn’t have the energy to.

  Not wanting to be late for my breakfast with Lewis, I get up and get dressed. I wear clothing that directly reflects my mood, the baggy hoodie and jeans giving me the added layer of comfort I wouldn’t find if I was dressed fancier.

  Satisfied with my attire, I call a car service to get me over to the restaurant. I know they’ll probably look at my clothes and want to turn me away, but hopefully Lewis will already be there. I hate name dropping, but I’ll list Miguel’s name today if it means I get something covered in syrup and a mimosa the size of my head.

  It is my day off after all.

  The car ride is peaceful, the driver picking up on my desire to be left alone. At the restaurant I pay him, then exit the vehicle to a waiting and smiling Lewis.

  “Come on now, Tuck. Let’s get inside, get you a drink, and then you’re telling me everything.” I nod as he leads me to do just that. The hostess smiles at us, even if her eyes look at my clothing with disdain.

  We sit at a table tucked in a back alcove. The area creates a bit of privacy while allowing us to still be a part of the main restaurant.

  “Now, spill,” Lewis says after he places our order. We’ve eaten at this place enough times that he knows my order. I didn’t even crack open the menu.

  “There’s a lot to unpack, Lew. It was a disaster.”

  “Then start from the top and let me see the entire car wreck of a night. I want to be able to know where things went south.”

  I nod, then dive into the night. Piece by piece I explain what it felt like. I don’t go into deep detail, but I do explain to him in not so many words how Patrick made me feel - both in the room and then in his office before he was called away.

  “I can see why you feel the way you do, though I think you’re going to laugh about this all one day in the future. At least, I hope it turns out that way.”

  He says the words as he looks over my shoulder. I turn to see what he’s looking at. Patrick walks through the room with purpose, his eyes trained on me and nothing else.

  “This was a trap! You tricked me, Lewis,” I accuse dramatically.

  “Yes, it is. In my defense, the man was a wreck when we stumbled into the office to find him there. He explained what happened from his point of view to us. I’ve heard yours now, and I have to admit that it’s no wonder you felt like you did. You’ll want to hear what he says. Ignoring him won’t bring either of you peace.”

  Standing from his chair, he reaches a hand out to Patrick, a smile on his face. Traitor.

  “Good to see you again, Patrick. I suggest you use your time wisely.” He leans over to me, his eyes locking with mine. “If you don’t like what he has to say, I’ll be waiting outside the restaurant for the next fifteen minutes to take you out for ice cream.”

  “All the toppings?”

  “Would we do anything less?” He scoffs as he strolls away.

  I turn in my chair to face the table in front of me. The food on the plate makes my stomach growl, my lack of eating since the day before finally taking its toll. Moving as if I’m not nervous, I pick up my fork and begin to eat the food.

  Patrick slides into the chair beside me, his body wound tight from what I can see in my peripheral. He doesn’t look like he got much sleep either.

  “I’d like to explain what happened if you’ll let me. After that, if you’d prefer someone else to train with you, then I can arrange that. I’ll do whatever makes you happy.”

  I don’t respond, the thought alone making my heart nearly stop. He is supposed to be the one to train me. He is supposed to be my Daddy. But instead, all I feel is foolish.

  “Victor, Pietro, and I have known each other for almost a decade. When you know someone, especially someone in this lifestyle, for that long, you tend to… cross swords, for lack of a nicer term. While those two work primarily with each other, they’ve always been open to group play. It’s been a very, very long time since we did anything. Last night, when they saw us together they thought it meant I’d brought in someone for us all to have fun with.” He inhales deeply, the sound audible even in the busy restaurant.

  “When I returned to my office last night to find you gone, I nearly lost it. I was furious with those two for making an assumption about you based on a single glance. I made it clear to them that you nor I would be participating in any such activities. They left, and I called you immediately.”

  “I was ignoring your calls.” The words pop out of me before I can stop them.

  “Yes, you did. I was worried at first. Then Lewis and Mateo showed up. I explained the entire night to them and asked for their help. I had no idea what to do, but I needed to do something. I can’t lose you after just finding you.” What does that mean? “All I want is to go back to before the stupid kid sliced his hand open and be with you in my arms again. That’s all I want.”

  His voice trembles near the end. I look up from the food I’m pushing around on the plate. His head is tilted down, his eyes closed as if he’s in pain.

  “They made me feel dirty. Like I was just a plaything for you and for them. It made me question everything we’d talked about before they showed up.”

  Pained eyes find mine as his head whips up. “That’s not the case at all. Everything was real and true. I just have terrible friends, Mateo withstanding. Do you think you can forgive me for not having the sense to lock both office doors? If I’d done that, we would be together in my bed right now, instead of me begging you to give me another chance.”

  “You couldn’t have locked me in there, Daddy.”

  He freezes at the name, his expression filling with hope. “What did you say? Say it again. Please.”

  “I said - You couldn’t have locked me in there, Daddy. What if there was a fire? Or something happened and I needed to go to the bathroom? I thought this through after being alone in there the first time.”

  His hand reaches across the
table to mine, as his fingers weave through mine to grip tightly. “Then we’ll just need to get you a key. Or give you a walkie talkie to keep you safe. I don’t see this ever being a problem again, though we will prepare just in case. I don’t ever want you away from my side if we’re on the club grounds. Everyone will know you are mine and they won’t dare cross the line again.”

  My smile grows as his possessiveness takes hold. “That sounds perfect.”

  “Good. Now, is my Little One full, or do you need more to eat? I have some plans for you that involve you having enough energy.”

  I look down to the plate, then back up to him. My freehand grabs a piece of toast, then shoves it in my mouth.

  “I’m weddy, Daddy. Wests go,” I mumble around the food. He chuckles, then lifts me from my seat. A set of bills lands on the table, as he grabs my hand and steers me out of the restaurant.

  Hopefully, nothing else gets in the way this time.

  Chapter 13

  Patrick

  Moving through the restaurant, I ignore any and everything around us until we get outside. There, we see Lewis climbing into a car at the curb. He looks over to us, noticing our hands right away.

  “Glad you worked it out.” Without another word, he climbs in and drives off.

  “He seems proud of himself, doesn’t he, Daddy?”

  I nod, then look down at Tucker. “You like using that name for me, don’t you? You’re making sure to say it every time you address me.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean, Daddy. You are Daddy. What else should I call you?” A glimmer of sass comes through in his tone.

  “You know exactly what I mean. But I’d hold off on saying anything else if you don’t want to cause a scene here.”

  “How would I cause a sc -?” His voice cuts out as I push my erection into his hip. “Oh, I see. Well, not yet. I’d really like to see. Sooner rather than later.”