by B. B. Hamel
Small Town Daddy
A Dark Romance
BB Hamel
Contents
Mailing List
Prologue: Mia
1. Lucas
2. Mia
3. Lucas
4. Mia
5. Lucas
6. Mia
7. Lucas
8. Mia
9. Lucas
10. Mia
11. Lucas
12. Mia
13. Lucas
14. Mia
15. Lucas
16. Mia
17. Lucas
18. Mia
19. Lucas
20. Mia
21. Lucas
22. Mia
23. Lucas
24. Mia
25. Lucas
26. Mia
27. Lucas
28. Mia
Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
Prologue: Taylor
1. Taylor
2. Owen
3. Taylor
4. Owen
5. Taylor
6. Owen
7. Taylor
8. Owen
9. Taylor
10. Owen
11. Taylor
12. Owen
13. Taylor
14. Owen
15. Taylor
16. Owen
17. Taylor
18. Owen
19. Taylor
20. Owen
21. Taylor
22. Owen
23. Taylor
24. Owen
25. Taylor
26. Owen
27. Taylor
28. Owen
29. Taylor
30. Owen
31. Taylor
32. Owen
33. Taylor
Long: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
Prologue: Avery
1. Gibson
2. Avery
3. Gibson
4. Avery
5. Gibson
6. Avery
7. Gibson
8. Avery
9. Gibson
10. Avery
11. Gibson
12. Avery
13. Gibson
14. Avery
15. Gibson
16. Avery
17. Gibson
18. Avery
19. Gibson
20. Avery
21. Gibson
22. Avery
23. Gibson
24. Avery
25. Gibson
26. Avery
27. Gibson
28. Avery
29. Gibson
30. Avery
31. Gibson
32. Avery
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Prologue: Mia
I hear a twig snap and I know he’s coming to fuck me.
I take a deep breath and can smell wildflowers all around me. Sunlight filters in through the trees as I walk faster, looking over my shoulder. I can’t see him, but I can hear him, getting closer and closer. I know what he wants from me, and my heart beats faster in my chest.
It’s half fear, half excitement. It’s exactly what I want. Ahead, I can see a break in the trees and the meadow is there with its thousands of flowers and its thick, lush green grass. I hurry my pace, wanting to get there before he catches me.
I hear another twig and picture his cocky smirk, his muscular chest. I’m dripping wet even though I know I shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t have me, not when it’s so dangerous to let him. But he fought for me, and now there’s only one thing left.
I break through the trees in front of me, and the meadow opens up. It’s a wild medley of blue and green and yellow, twisting and beautiful. I smile to myself and slow my pace, wanting him to catch up to me now.
I hear him brush through the trees just a second behind me. I half turn toward him, smiling, and he comes toward me.
He smirks as he catches my wrist. “Running away?” he asks.
I shake my head. “More like leading you here.”
“You’re the spider, and this is your web.”
I laugh a little. “That must make you my fly.”
“So you think.” He pulls me toward him, pressing his body against mine. “You thought you caught a fly in your web. But really, you invited a wolf to dinner.”
I bite my lip and look away from him. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m dripping wet. I can’t believe how much I need this, and yet I know it’s the last thing I should really want. If I let this happen, this meadow, this whole forest could be bulldozed and paved over. That would hurt worse than anything I could imagine.
And yet his body against mine, his lips to close, I can’t help it. When he gazes my throat with his mouth, I’m not going to stop him.
“Okay, Mr. Big Bad Wolf,” I say. “What now?”
“You know what now,” he whispers in my ear. “Now I’m going to have you for lunch.”
I feel a shiver run down my spine. His hands are all over my body. Anybody could walk in on us, but I don’t care. He lowers me down into the soft grass, undressing me as he goes, and soon I’m under his touch. I’m not going anywhere and he knows it.
“You’ve been dreaming of this since we first met,” he whispers. “And I’ll give you what you want. I’ll make this wet little pussy come, but first you have to do something for me.”
“What?” I whisper, breathless, begging.
“Say those three little words.” His breath is warm against my ear.
I’m afraid. If I say it, I don’t know what’ll happen to me. But he’s so big, so song, and so much older than me. I know he knows what he’s doing. It’s obvious what he can make me feel.
“I don’t know,” I say, biting my lip.
He grabs my chin and looks in my eyes, his other hand between my legs. “Am I going to have to make you beg?”
I shake my head. “No, please.”
Pleasure, fires of pleasure, as his fingers do their work. “Say it,” he whispers again, a command that I can’t deny any longer.
He’s too much, too big, too strong. I invited a wolf to lunch and now he’s going to have me for the main course. The problem is, I don’t mind at all. I want him to take me, eat me, destroy me. I want him to dominate me and make me his possession.
So I say the words I’ve been aching to say.
”You’re my Daddy.”
1
Lucas
Explosions rock all around me in abstract color. It’s loud, too loud, and I can’t see anything. Gunfire pops off and I huddle against a wall, my squad strung out and pinned down. One of my friends gets a bullet through the skull right next to me, and I’m screaming, covered in blood, my rifle firing as I run out into the open, begging to be shot, begging to be killed, everything too vivid, everything too real.
I wake up in a cold sweat.
It takes me a minute before I get myself together. The dreams are so damn lifelike and intense. I know it’s a pretty common thing for guys like me to experience, but that doesn’t make it any fucking easier. The dreams keep me up at night sometimes. All things considered, this was a mild one.
I’m the first one awake, although I know Noah is going to be up any second now. I glance at the baby monitor as I finish brewing the coffee and making eggs for Alice.
“Morning,” my stepmother says, coming into the kitchen as in on cue. “Noah up yet?”
“Morning,” I say, glancing at the monitor again. “Not yet, surprisingly.”
“Lucky. What’s it, almost six?”
I nod and show her the pan. “Eggs?”
“Sure.” She sits down at the kitchen table and I make her a plate. “It’s nice having you home, you know that?”
I grin at her. “You just like it that I cook.”
“Pretty much.” She sips her coffee and picks up the paper.
Alice is in her late sixties, dirty blonde hair, a smile that warms my heart, and more life in her than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s my stepmom, though my dad died a few years ago. When I got back from Syria, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be welcome in her home, but that was stupid of me.
Alice Baker is the best thing in my life. She kept my dad’s last name and always says she won’t marry again, though I’ve been trying to get her out there anyway. Alice deserves to have someone, even if she feels like she’d be betraying me and my dad. The world is a better place with Alice Baker in it, and I’m a fucking lucky man to have her.
As I turn away, intent on making myself a plate and scarfing it down as fast as possible before Noah wakes up, the baby monitor lights up with crying. Alice gives me a little smile. “You want me to get it while you eat?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I got him. You enjoy.”
She sighs. “It’s good having you home.”
I grin at her then head into the back nursery. Noah is sitting up in his crib, crying because he’s hungry or because he just wants to see me, but it doesn’t matter. I lift him up, kiss his cheek, and carry him over to the changing table.
I didn’t know about Noah until after he was born. Mu ex-girlfriend Jen planned on giving him up for adoption, and nearly did it until Alice found out. I begged her to let me have him, and she agreed but on one condition.
I had to leave the SEALs and never look back.
It was the hardest choice I ever had to make. I spent the majority of my life, from eighteen until thirty, serving as a SEAL. I was fighting overseas in Syria, and that was my last tour. As soon as my time was up, I was honorably discharged, and I came home.
Noah was only a month old but I got him. Alice was raising him for me and I knew she was relieved when I got back to help. It was hard at first, but he’s nearly a year old now and it’s getting easier every day.
Jen doesn’t see him and I wouldn’t let her if she wanted. I can’t trust a person that would give up their child, no matter what their reasons. We only dated for a little while, really just a month while I was home on leave, and that’s when she got pregnant. Fortunately, it was at the very end of my tour, or else I’d be stuck in Syria still and my son could have gone anywhere.
But none of that matters now. I change him, clothe him, and carry him out to the kitchen. Alice fusses with him while I get his breakfast together. She helps feed him while I eat, and the morning goes pretty smoothly like that.
I never thought I’d be a father. The idea just never occurred to me. Other men got married, had wives, had kids, had real lives, but that shit wasn’t for me. I was a fighter, a SEAL, a fucking warrior. I was going to live overseas and fight America’s enemies until the day that I died.
That is, until Noah showed up in my life. As I drive him to daycare, I can’t help but reflect on how things have changed.
It’s not just about me anymore. I have to live my life based on his schedule. It’s harder than I thought it would be but also more rewarding. I have a job at Alice’s flower shop, and otherwise I don’t know what I’d do for work. Fitting back into civilian life is hard as hell.
I kiss Noah goodbye, drop him off, and head to work. Alice waves as I show up and head into the back, getting my stuff together.
“I’ve got a task for you,” she says just as I’m putting on the stupid and embarrassing apron she makes me wear around the shop.
I pause. “Can I take this off?” I ask her.
She grins. “Yes, you can.”
“Let’s hear it,” I say, pulling the apron off as if it were burning hot metal.
“We got a big order this morning, some wedding over on Turner. I need you to get us some wildflowers from the nature preserve.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“They don’t usually sell flowers, but they’ll let you pick them. Just tell them I sent you.”
I grin at her. “Is this legal?”
“Basically.” She grins back at me. “Legal enough.”
“Works for me.” I grab my keys again and head toward the door.
“Hey, hold on.” She walks over to me and gives me a big hug. It takes me off guard a little bit but Alice is always doing stuff like this.
“You’re doing great,” she says, pulling away. “Keep it up. Noah’s a good kid and you’re a good dad.”
“Yeah, well, thanks.” I’m not great with emotional stuff. “See you later.”
“Good luck.” She waves as I head out.
Life back home isn’t easy. Getting used to being a civilian again isn’t a simple thing. I’ve been back for about ten months now but I still don’t feel like I belong. I barely have any friends, since they’re all either still in the service or they moved away from this shitty little town we grew up in, and I spend all of my time raising Noah. It’s exhausting and difficult and sometimes I feel like something’s missing from my life.
But I wouldn’t go back and change it. I made this choice, I decided to come home and raise my son, because that’s the kind of man that I am. I’ll keep on sacrificing for Noah because I don’t know any other way.
I start the engine and head off, driving out to the edge of town. Asherwood is a small town in the heart of Virginia, basically a bunch of farms and one little downtown area where the flower shop is. The nature preserve is out on the edge of town, in the middle of nothing, which makes it in the middle of the middle of nothing to be exact.
I have no clue that soon, this middle of nowhere is going to become the center of my world.
2
Mia
My alarm blares at the crack of dawn, just as the sun’s starting to rise. It pulls me from my deep sleep and, as much as I want to go back to sleep, I know that I can’t.
I fall into my morning routine. I brush my teeth, shower quickly, and then head into my father’s room. I help him out of bed, brush his teeth, help him use the bathroom, and finally I bring him into the kitchen.
He’s pretty calm today as I make us both breakfast. I have to be at the nature preserve in a half hour and the nurse is coming soon, but I like making him breakfast. When I’m finished, I sit down and help feed him while I drink my coffee.
My father has late stage Alzheimer’s. He can’t take care of himself anymore, and most of the time he has no clue who I am or where he is. It’s heartbreaking, but he’s my father and I’ll do anything for him. He’s in his late sixties, which is pretty young for Alzheimer’s this advanced. I’m only twenty and couldn’t go to college because of his illness.
I don’t regret it. I like living in Asherwood. Mom died five years ago of cancer and I’m all my dad has left. I have an older sister, but she’s ten years older and living out in California. She has a family, a husband, and she can’t just uproot herself to come back and help. Truth is, she doesn’t know how bad Dad is, and I don’t want her to find out. We’re not that close, since we practically grew up in two different houses, but I still feel protective of her anyway.
I can handle th
is. I’ve been handling it. I take care of Dad and I pay the bills. I work at the nature preserve and Dad gets government assistance which pays for the nurse. Plus there’s his pension from when he worked as a federal employee for so long. We’re comfortable financially. We’re not rich, but we’re getting by.
I was my dad’s little miracle baby, or at least what’s what he always called me. The doctors said my mother was way too old to have me, but she did anyway. I was close with my dad growing up, really close. My mom used to say that I softened him, that he was a harder man before I came around. My sister said the same thing. I only ever knew the doting man that always gave me everything I ever wanted and asked for nothing in return.
I’m paying him back now. I take care of him the best I can. I have the nurses to help me, which means I can have something resembling a life, but for the most part I take care of him and I work. It’s not glamorous, and sometimes I wish I could get out of this town and see the world, but I’m content enough.
The nurse comes about fifteen minutes later which gives me just enough time to make it into work. I head out to the preserve on the edge of town, parking in the back lot, and hurrying into the main visitor’s center.
“Good morning, Momma Mia,” Laura says as I walk through the door. She’s been my boss for the last three years. She’s around my mother’s age, or at least how old she would have been if she hadn’t died. She’s one of the nicest, sweetest people I know, with long dark hair going gray and light blue eyes. She’s been working at the preserve for as long as I’ve been alive and more, and she’s basically the only person that knows how to do anything around here anymore. I’m learning a lot from her, and I honestly love my job.
“Morning, Laura,” I say, coming behind the front desk. She stretches slightly and smiles.
“Coffee’s on, if you want some.”
“Thanks,” I say, going through the mail from last night. “Anything special this afternoon?”
“Actually,” Laura says, turning toward me, “there is something you can do for me.”