Biker Daddy Bodyguards, 4
Griff spends his evenings unofficially protecting the successful club owner, Jem Peacock, for the Biker Daddy Bodyguards. But Jem is a boy in need of a Daddy and Griff is desperate to take that job. He will wait patiently for Jem to trust him with the secret of his heart.
This young Daddy, all wiry muscle and compact strength, is not Jem’s type. But when Jem’s world implodes, Griff is the one by his side, guarding him, and offering Jem the chance to explore his little side. Jem has longed for a special kind of Daddy, one who loves a femme little. Is he too old to have his dream? Can he trust Griff with that secret?
To his fellow bodyguards, Jem is a client. To their community, Jem is a boy in need of a special Daddy. To Griff, Jem is a little to be treasured. Will Jem give him that chance?
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Griff’s expression softened. “Yes, you do. Get in the shower, and I’ll bring you coffee to drink.”
“In the shower?” Drinking coffee in the shower? That was just plain weird.
Griff snorted and left the bedroom. Jem stared after him then shrugged his shoulders. The whole day was going to be weird. Why was one coffee going to make any difference?
The bathroom was small, and the shower stall about a tenth of the size of his one at home, but the water spray was powerful, and welcome as a wake-up call. He looked at Griff’s collection of bottles and blinked. There was a selection of dinosaurs. He picked up a purple stegosaurus. Then he spotted a bottle with a princess in a yellow dress on the front. She looked kind of pretty. He sniffed the contents. Strawberry. Jem smiled happily and squeezed a dollop of that one into his palm and washed himself. He could return to his expensive toiletries tomorrow. There was another dinosaur which contained shampoo, but he ignored that. He wasn’t putting cheap shampoo in his hair.
“Your bodyguard is here again,” Max murmured, his amusement sparkling in his green eyes.
Jem Peacock didn’t follow his brother’s gaze. He refused to look over to the other booth in the VIP section of Peacock. He knew what he’d see. The bodyguard in question had been in their club every night for weeks.
“And this time he brought company. Mmmm, pretty.” Max was practically salivating.
Jem held back a growl. “They’re all loved-up, Maxy. Don’t even think about it.”
“Don’t call me Maxy, Jezza. There’s only one boy there. The rest are all big and burly. Yummy.” Max licked his lips.
Jem rolled his eyes. “As I said, all loved up.”
“Except your bodyguard, poor lamb. Sitting there all by himself. He looks so lonely.”
“He’s not my bodyguard.” Jem scowled at Max’s gleeful expression, but he kept his tone cool, knowing his brother would pounce on any sign of weakness. “And he’s certainly not a lamb.” There was nothing soft about Griff Carlton. He was all hard muscle. “He’s not my type.”
Max scoffed at him. “Oh, little brother, you can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. Griff is so your bodyguard. How many nights has he been in here since you met him?”
“I don’t know.” Jem glared at his brother, but it didn’t take the wicked grin off Max’s face, and Jem knew what he was going to say.
“Every night. Your boy has been here every single night for the past two months.”
“He’s not my boy.” Jem held back a shiver. Griff may be years younger than Jem, but he was definitely not a boy.
“No,” Max drawled. “He’s certainly not your boy. Your Daddy, perhaps?”
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