Power Play (Camassia Cove, #7)

by Cara Dee

Have I failed you, Morgan? Maybe I got too close. Abel wasn’t a goofy six-year-old anymore. He was turning twenty in a few months, and somewhere along the road, I’d made him think he was in love with me.

Two days. That was how long it’d been since I woke up to that text from him. I think ive been in love with u since I was 12.

Both he and Jesse had lucked out with Adeline and Lincoln adopting them. Which, in some ways, made this worse. Adeline and Lincoln were two of my closest friends; I was a blessed son of a bitch to call them family. And if they knew I’d been startled awake about a year ago by a dream in which their fucking son was riding my cock— Nausea traveled up my throat, and I rammed a fist into the wall closest to my sketch board.

Oh nooooo!!

So this buddy of mine is into kink. He gets off on hot guys calling him Daddy. Now he’s judging the fuck out of a guy for being into similar shit, but between you and me, I think it’s because Daddy wants Abel bad. I blinked. I read it over and over again. My gaze traveled farther, to Mad’s reply. Eat shot. *shit! And Jameson’s “Hahahaha.” Then I looked up again. “I think it’s because Daddy wants Abel bad,” I whispered to myself. Daddy? Seriously? I’d heard of Daddy kink, but… I shook my head quickly and furrowed my brow. There was no way Madigan wanted me. Was there?

I dont know if i hate tHis or like this...im very torn

It would be like when I was little again. If he didn’t want me when I acted older, he wouldn’t want me when I acted—when I didn’t act.

I don't think i like where this is going

“Fuck yeah. The reason we have kids is to brag about them to parents who raise fuckups. I’m nothing if not a motivational father.”

“I didn’t get the worst pizza.” I lowered my voice as the others got sucked into a conversation about their kids. “I wanted a pepperoni, but I got one with spinach and tomatoes.” And a shit-ton of mozzarella. His eyes got heated with approval, and he gave my leg a squeeze. “That’s a good boy. You’re doing great with your schedule.” I sucked in some air and turned away, glaring at my lap. He couldn’t fucking call me that. I couldn’t let this slide—no goddamn way. “You can’t say that to me, idiot,” I hissed under my breath and opened my pizza box. “It means something else to me.” It meant something more. That kind of talk smacked me squarely in the chest with yearning and pathetic need. I wanted to be someone’s good boy—actually, I wanted to be his good boy, but apparently, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

it's like he's talking to his parent. it;s creeping me out

“Stop it,” I groaned. Okay, so it wasn’t always I handled praise very well. Besides, he was selling himself short. I’d learned a lot from him.

grammer : No idea what that sentence was supposed to say

That wouldn’t be me. I wasn’t sure I saw age anywhere in this, but sex would be one of the components.

... Then its not dd\lb its just dom sub

At that, Madigan side-eyed me over his shoulder, and I gave him my best grin to sway him. Please let it work. All I needed to know was that I hadn’t genuinely disappointed him. That would be crushing.

Sooo why is cursing a trigger for his need for dominance? He literally cursed in front of this child when he was 6??

“There sure as hell will be rules and stuff. Whether or not you follow them is up to you.” “What happens if I don’t?” “Well…” He puffed out a breath, deflating his cheeks, thinking. “There’s punishment, of course. Depending on the infraction. If you willfully disobey me and don’t treat me with respect, you’ll remember the punishment far longer.”

When did they enter into a contract?

“You’re too fucking adorable,” he sighed. “Thank you.” I bunched up a pillow like he’d done and scooted closer. “Keep talking. I’m listening, I promise.”

Im just confused on when the dynamic changed? What made Mad change his mind

“No. What’s a Middle?” My fingers weren’t done, so I returned them to his jaw. They strolled up toward his temple where his hair shifted in brown and silver. “A cheeky hell-raiser like you. Think…preteen more so than kid, personality-wise.” That seemed to fit the bill. “I liked drinking from a juice box, though. And I like cartoons.”

Just red flag... This is age play and this man literally raised this child... Its giving pedophile