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  DADDY'S BOY

  by T.C. Heffer

  — TABLE OF CONTENTS —

  Title Page

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Synopsis

  Disclaimer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  Author Notes

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2019 T.C. Heffer

  All rights reserved.

  All characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The use of any real company and/or product names is for literary effect only. All other trademarks and copyrights are the property of their respective owners.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.

  — SYNOPSIS —

  Pete never knew he wanted a Daddy. Until him.

  Pete Campbell has never had someone to call his own. At just eighteen years old and still seven months away from graduating high school, it's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. Still, with his best friend in a happy relationship, he feels lonely and wants someone to do all that lovey-dovey stuff with too. He just never would have imagined in a million years that the person he’d match perfectly with would be forty-one-year-old Jeremy King.

  Or that he’d enjoy calling him Daddy.

  With Jeremy by his side, acting as his guiding hand, Pete embarks upon a journey of self-discovery and whirlwind romance.

  Daddy’s Boy is a May/December M/M romance novel, featuring a caring Daddy, cute pyjamas, teddy bears, a spanking or two and a guaranteed HEA.

  — DISCLAIMER —

  This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).

  — CHAPTER ONE —

  - Saturday, November 16th, 2013 -

  Pete spins in his revolving desk chair in his bedroom and stares despondently down at his phone. His best friend, Steve Brooks, was supposed to come over this afternoon so they could check out a new video game together, but Steve sent him a text a few minutes ago to cancel. Apparently, his girlfriend Mia is having some sort of crisis, and he needs to be there to help her through it. Pete doesn't begrudge his friend his relationship, but it's difficult when he's either the third wheel or left by himself.

  Things weren't always this way. Pete has lived in the same house in Leraine, California, his entire eighteen years of life. His Dad was a police officer and his Mom stayed at home to take care of him, and he loved them very much. Every time his Mom picked him up from Kindergarten, he would run over to her as fast as his little legs could carry him and leap into her arms. Then he'd play with her pretty blonde hair as she carried him to the car. His mood would only improve when his Dad walked through the front door every evening with the first couple buttons of his blue uniform shirt already undone.

  Overall, his home life was great, but Kindergarten kind of sucked. Pete couldn't understand why no one there liked him except for the staff, but eventually he figured out that he was too loud and hyperactive, so he got on other kids' nerves most of the time. It saddened him and dampened his spirits considerably, but his parents always comforted him and told him to keep his chin up because he'd meet someone he clicked with someday.

  And they were right.

  When Pete was five years old, he was playing by himself in the sandbox at the local park while his Mom and Dad watched him from a bench nearby. He was pouting because none of other kids wanted to join him again, and then, out of nowhere, another kid he'd never seen before showed up and started talking to him. His demeanour was almost as animated as Pete's. He gesticulated wildly with his hands and his brown hair flopped about atop his head as he babbled. Pete was initially too shocked to say anything back, but when he got over it, he and Steve clicked in a way he'd never clicked with anyone else at that point. Steve told him that his Mom had just moved them to town for a fresh start and what his favourite cartoons were, and as luck would have it, they were Pete's favourites too.

  By the time Pete's parents came over and announced that it was time to go home, he and Steve had decided that they were best friends and both begged to see each other again sometime soon.

  And thus began a beautiful friendship.

  They were over at each other's houses whenever they could get away with it, begging their parents to have sleepovers every weekend and staying up as late as they could playing video games or watching TV while stuffing their faces with junk food.

  Pete was there for Steve when he fell down the stairs one evening and ended up in the hospital with several stitches in his forehead.

  Steve was there for Pete when they were eight years old and Pete's Mom died in a car accident. He hugged him and let him cry into his chest, ruining his shirt, without calling him a girl like some of the other boys in their grade would have.

  Selfishly, Pete wishes now that he could go back to that simplicity.

  Nowadays, he and Steve are still best friends—and basically each other's only friend, really—but they don't see each other as much as they used to. And it's for one reason:

  Mia Morris.

  About a year ago, the girl moved to town, and Steve was instantly enamoured with her red lips and flowing black hair. Pete had to admit that she was beautiful, and he wanted Steve to be happy, so he did the nice thing and acted as his wingman, talking him up to Mia so she'd be interested. It turned out not to be necessary, though, because Mia became interested in Steve almost as fast as he did in her the first time they actually spoke face-to-face. After that, Pete saw less and less of Steve as his friend's free time was taken up mostly by Mia, and he couldn't find it in himself to blame him.

  Pete knew that, if he ever actually had someone interested in him, he'd probably be the same. Still, it would be nice to still have some time with his best friend. This afternoon was supposed to be the first time they'd hung out just the two of them in over two months, and Pete was really looking forward to it.

  "Guess that's out the window now," he mumbles, setting his phone down on his desk.

  Standing up from his desk chair, Pete throws himself down on his single bed, wrinkling the Iron Man bedsheets that are probably childish for him now but he loves anyway. He lies there for a while and examines a small stain on the ceiling while he figures out how he should spend his afternoon now.

  As if Pete's quandary summoned him, Adam Campbell, his Dad and the Chief of Police in Leraine, knocks on the door a second later.

  "Come in!" Pete calls. He sits up and sweeps his blond curls back from his forehead just as his Dad enters. "What's up?"

  "I'm gonna be heading out to shoot some hoops with the guys in a few minutes," the man says. Like proof, instead of his uniform, he wears a thin grey T-shirt, a pair of old shorts and some scuffed-up sneakers that used to be white. "I left money on the kitchen counter so you and Steve can order pizza for dinner."

  At first, Pete is going to tell his Dad to have fun and wallow for a bit longer, but he reconsiders, seeing an opportunity. Sitting a
lone up in his bedroom, distracting himself with the video game he was supposed to play with Steve or—god forbid—doing homework, sounds awful to him.

  "Actually, is it okay if I tag along?" he asks instead. Spending some more time with his Dad seems like a serviceable plan for the afternoon.

  The police chief frowns. "Why? I thought Steve was coming over."

  Pete plays off his disappointment with an insouciant shrug. "Nah, he had some relationship drama to deal with."

  "Oh. Well, I don't have a problem with you coming with, I guess. You've never wanted to before, though."

  "Eh, who knows? It could be fun. Besides, I've only met like, one of your friends, so I've obviously been slacking. I've gotta make sure you're hanging out with the right sort of people," Pete jokes, wagging a finger at his Dad.

  If the Chief sees through the front Pete is putting up, he doesn't say anything. He stares for a few seconds, assessing him, and then nods his acceptance. "Sure, but you should get ready quickly. We need to leave in five minutes. I'm supposed to be at the court soon."

  "Sure thing, pops."

  Just two minutes later, Pete has changed into more appropriate attire—a superhero T-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. He races downstairs to meet his Dad in the foyer, and then they leave the house, the Chief locking the door after them. They get into his Dad's car, a red Honda Civic that's seen better days, and make the drive across town to where the public basketball courts are located. Pete doesn't offer much in the way of conversation during the ten minutes it takes to arrive, just peering out the passenger window at the passing buildings and vehicles.

  Leraine is a decently sized town, small enough not to be too busy but big enough for everyone not to know everyone else. Pete likes it well enough, and there's usually plenty to do—there's the movie theatre, and plenty of recreational activities like the bowling alley, ice skating rink and a few clubs here and there. Pete has never visited any of the latter, of course, what with who his Dad is. He's not really tempted, going against the grain of the other seniors at school. He much prefers to do something else, or even stay in at night with a good video game or a new TV show to binge-watch.

  Pretty boring by a lot of people's standards, but it's worked for Pete and Steve for a good while.

  But that's probably going to change soon enough, Pete thinks sadly. There are only seven more months until graduation, and then he'll possibly have to move away. He wrinkles his nose at the thought. He doesn't even know what he wants to do with his life yet, something he doesn't dare tell his Dad. As far as the Chief knows, Pete is already researching different colleges and selecting the ones he wants to apply to, but Pete hasn't even started. It's a lot of pressure, transitioning from stereotypical teenage life into the first stage of proper adulthood. True independence. Most teenagers would be ecstatic to finally get that level of independence, to only have to answer to people they choose to. Pete can see the appeal, distantly, but most of him just wants to stay where he is, where it's comfortable and others will just tell him what he has to do.

  If only.

  "Here we are," his Dad says eventually, ripping Pete out of his introspection.

  The Chief parks on the side of the road, unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car without waiting for his son. He retrieves two bottles of water from the trunk and then, once Pete is next to him, he leads the way over the grass to the turf of the outdoor court.

  Right in the middle of the open space is a group of seven men. They're all of varying heights and ages, but every one of them is at least a decade older than Pete's eighteen years. From the friendly smiles on their faces, Pete feels hope that they won't consider him an interloper.

  "Adam! You took your time!" shouts one of the men, his attention fixed on the Chief. He wears sweatpants like Pete and a loose tank top that must have been a T-shirt once, and his long red hair is tied into a messy bun at the back of his head.

  "Shut it, Kyle!" Adam throws back with a laugh. When he and Pete reach the group, he makes introductions. "This is my son, Pete. He'll be joining us today."

  One by one, Pete learns the names of the men and shakes their hands. The sixth man is the one he's already met—Damien Stone, who works with his Dad down at the police station—which just leaves one more.

  "Hey, I'm Jeremy," the seventh man says, holding out a large, calloused hand.

  Pete stands there with his mouth hanging open like an idiot because…damn, Jeremy is probably the hottest man in existence.

  Standing at just over six feet tall, Jeremy is broad and has muscles in all the right places, none of which are hidden beneath his tight black T-shirt and basketball shorts. They're large enough that Jeremy could probably bench-press Pete easily, but they're not so big that they're gross to look at. It's the perfect amount for Pete's tastes.

  Then there's Jeremy's stupidly pretty face. His green eyes are enchanting and have crow's feet at the corners. His strong jaw is accented by dark stubble, and his kissable lips are curled upward in a knowing smile, like he knows exactly the reaction his appearance is causing Pete to have.

  Jeremy's hair is dark and cut short on the sides but slightly longer on top. Not so long that it would become a nuisance and get in his eyes as he plays, but just enough that Pete could imagine running his fingers through it. And it's going grey at the temples too. It's the hottest instance of salt-and-pepper that Pete has ever seen.

  He never thought he would have a thing for someone who's probably in their late thirties—possibly even early forties—and yet here he is, deeply regretting his earlier decision to put on sweatpants. They fail abysmally at concealing his half-hard dick.

  "Something wrong?" Jeremy asks, feigning concern. There's a hint of cheekiness detectable behind it.

  "N-no!" Pete squeaks. He quickly shakes the sexy man's hand and turns away, thankful that his Dad is too busy talking to one of the other men in the group to notice his predicament. Jeremy notices, though. Pete risks another glance and finds the impossibly handsome man still watching him, his eyes now heated like he actually thinks Pete's attractive too.

  Fuck, Pete is in trouble.

  "Alright, let's get started," Pete's Dad speaks a minute later. He claps his hands together to get everyone's attention. "Pete, did you want to play or just watch?"

  Pete blinks as he tries to get his brain to function properly again. "Uhh…just watch?"

  "Was that a question?" Damien teases, ruffling the teenager's hair.

  "Hey!" Pete squawks. He bats the guy's hand away. "It wasn't a question. I'll just watch for now."

  "Okay," his Dad accepts. "You can keep score."

  The eight men split into two teams, the first comprised of Adam, Damien, Kyle and Jeremy, and the second made up of the other four. Pete steps to the side of the court and observes silently as the first play is made, and then everything descends into chaos. It quickly becomes apparent that most of the men on the court are incredibly competitive, and Pete's eyes widen as he realises that his Dad is among them. He's never seen this side of his Dad before, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. It's nice to see the Chief just letting loose and having fun for once.

  Half an hour later, a timeout is called. Pete's Dad approaches him while wiping sweat from his brow. "Not getting bored yet?" he enquires, unscrewing the cap of one of the water bottles he brought from the car.

  "Nope," Pete responds. "Didn't know you still had it in you to go so balls-to-the-wall anymore."

  The Chief narrows his eyes facetiously as he drinks.

  "Anyway, no, I'm not bored," Pete reiterates, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. "It's fun watching."

  His Dad nods and finishes rehydrating. "Sure you don't wanna join in instead?"

  "Nah, I'm cool here. Cool as a cucumber."

  "Suit yourself. Just jump in if you change your mind."

  When his Dad returns to the court with his friends, Pete checks his phone. After seeing that he has no new texts since Steve's earlier, he looks up ag
ain and nearly drops the device.

  Jeremy must have divested himself of his shirt during the break, and Pete is even more attracted to him than he was before. He's unable to tear his gaze away from all that tanned, hirsute skin as the game resumes and Jeremy gets even sweatier.

  Jeremy soon gets hold of the ball and dribbles it to the other end of the court, expertly dodging and weaving between the members of the opposing team before he leaps high into the air and shoots. When the ball goes through the hoop, Pete cheers and claps loudly. This causes Jeremy's attention to turn to him, and he thinks he might faint when the shirtless man winks at him and bows.

  For the rest of the game, Pete continues to watch no one but Jeremy. He doesn't think he could unglue his eyes from the older man if his life depended on it. He can do nothing but pant like a horny dog as Jeremy's skin glistens like a god and he eventually scores the hoop that wins his team the game.

  Yeah, Pete is in a whole heap of trouble.

  — CHAPTER TWO —

  - Saturday, November 23rd, 2013 -

  A week later, Pete feels like he hasn't been able to regain his bearings because Jeremy is suddenly everywhere. If Pete isn't in school—the one place Jeremy can't be—then he's around.

  He showed up at Pete's house for dinner a single day after the basketball game, which resulted in Pete fumbling over most of his words while he sat opposite Jeremy at the dinner table.

  When Pete went grocery shopping the next day, he bumped into Jeremy in the cereal aisle.

  And just yesterday, Pete went to the movies by himself and found Jeremy already sitting in the back row of the theatre.

  The man invited Pete to sit next to him, and Pete couldn't find it in himself to say no. He spent the entire movie taking nothing in, his mind too stuck on the thought that the whole thing felt like a date, especially when Jeremy slung his arm over the back of Pete's seat and lightly gripped the back of his neck with his hand. At first, Pete had wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing, but then Jeremy started to rub his thumb over the sensitive skin back there and Pete lost the capacity to think altogether.