Riverside Town Book 3
With both his sons now living their own lives, Lawson Hayes thought hooking up would become easier. But nothing involving his sex-life came easy for Lawson, not after his ex-wife distorted his fantasies into something sick and perverted and made him afraid to go after the fantasy he’d always dreamed of—to become someone’s Daddy—until he met Taylor.
Taylor Black had known a lot of Daddies but was still looking for his Mr. Right-Daddy. He’d done everything they asked of him, hoping they’d be able to heal the pain of his past, but none could prevent his dark thoughts from overtaking him—until he met Daddy Law.
When Lawson first set eyes on Taylor, he’d known the boy was special; he’d never seen anyone wear vulnerability the way Taylor did. Learning that Taylor had demons to battle, didn’t dampen his need for the boy; if anything, he wanted him even more, wanted to help him fight and conquer them.
Daddy Law is a dream come true for Taylor; he’s equal parts calm and loving, playful and flirty, and dominant and kinky. But does Taylor deserve to be happy after sparking the tragedy he blames himself for? Will his subconscious, self-sabotaging behavior become too much for Daddy Law to handle? And how will Lawson explain his new role as a Daddy to his sons, with whom, he’s always had an uneasy relationship?
Author Note: male/male romance, can be read as a standalone. Contains sexual acts between consenting adults—a boy who just needs someone to help him, and a Daddy willing to do anything to be that person.
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Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Age Difference, Coming Out Later in Life, Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 40000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“Law,” his timid voice finally called to me.
As I stepped into the steamy bathroom, Taylor was looking over his shoulder at me as he sat meekly in the tub; he was a vision. His dark, cropped hair looked almost black against his porcelain skin. His big, brown, trusting eyes assessed me, waiting for me to take the lead. This wasn’t going to be like any other time I’d spent with someone before. Taylor knew what this was; he was going to be more receptive to it, rather than assuming I was an “old romantic” like the others. My already half hard dick throbbed with excitement!READ MORE
I started with his hair, taking time to massage his scalp as I washed it. I don’t know how long I did this, but I felt as relaxed as if I were the one being massaged. Once his hair was rinsed off, I asked him to stand so I could wash his body. Not being a masochist, I grabbed the hand-towel off the rail near the sink to wash him with; using my bare hands would’ve been a slow torture I wasn’t ready to endure.
Starting with his slim neck, I worked my way down, cleaning every inch of his lean body, though I didn’t touch his privates. Then, after cleaning between his toes, I looked up at him intent on asking if he wanted me to finish the last bits or if he wanted to do it himself. But Taylor’s eyes were brimming with tears. Thoughts of not wanting to cross the line—a line I’d created for myself to show Taylor that I didn’t just want to fuck him—went out the window. Dropping the hand-towel to the ground, I stepped, fully clothed, into the water—thankfully I’d taken my shoes and socks off while waiting for Taylor to call for me—wrapping the whimpering boy tightly in my arms, not caring that his body was soaking my clothes.
“Let it all out, baby boy, I’ve got you.” I’m an idiot! I’d been so focused on letting him see how well I could take care of him, when I should’ve been checking his emotional state, too! “I’ve got you,” I repeated.
“I had a really bad day,” he sobbed into my chest.
Reaching a hand behind me, I blindly got a couple shots of body wash from the dispenser on the wall. “I know you have, sweetie, but once you’re all clean it’ll be as if it never happened,” I told him as I quickly, but efficiently, began washing his butt and as far as I could reach between his legs. I wanted every fiber of those assholes off my boy!
“I-I-I’m…I’m sorry for what I let those men do to me…”
He was apologizing to me… My first thought was to assure him he had nothing to be sorry for. But the Daddy in me quickly realized this was a good thing, as he was giving me the power to make things better for him—to help him.
“There’s nothing for me to forgive because you did nothing wrong; I enjoyed watching you on the dance floor…listening to you in the restroom…it was like you were putting on a show for me, you just didn’t know it at the time.”