Cooper (Blue Collar Daddies, #3)

by Jacki James

Ahh, so today was going to be a yoga day. Lord, I fucking loved yoga day. I moved around the shed to the rose garden so I would have a good view of what he was doing but could work at the same time.

I stopped being grateful to people for pretending they gave a shit a long time ago. Damn, that statement was telling. It made me wonder if Gavin was difficult because he was spoiled, as I had assumed, or if maybe I had him all wrong.

“That, my precious boy, is one.” “One what?” “One transgression. You can tell me it’s none of my fucking business if you want but don’t lie to me. I don’t like it.”

“You don’t know what I want? You mean from you this very minute or long-term?” “Umm, in general?” I said it sounding like a question, not sure what he meant by long-term. That could mean next week or next year or anything. “Yeah, because you see those two things are conflicting right this moment. Because what I want this minute is to kiss you. I want to know how you taste as much as I want my next breath, but what I want long-term is to know who Gavin Prince is. What he wants out of life, what his hopes and dreams are, and most of all, I want him to be mine, and I have a feeling that if I rush things with that kiss, it won’t stop there. Then I’ll just be another man who fucked you, and that, my precious, will never do.”

“And what did I tell you? I told you that I would always listen to what you had to say, right?” “Right, but when it was all said and done, what you said goes.” “Correct. But whatever decision I make will be what’s best for you. You hear me, baby boy? What’s best for you will always be my main concern.” I thought about that for a minute. I’d never been anyone’s main concern. Ever.

As soon as he turned, Gavin reached for the check with one hand and his wallet with the other. “I have this, precious,” I said, reaching for the check. He glanced up at me, looking so confused. “But I always pay. That’s just the way it works.” “That’s the way what works, precious?” “The way it works with all my friends, and all my dates, and well, with everybody. I just always pay.” “Well, when you’re with me, you don’t pay. Period. Do you hear me? Daddy pays. Always. That isn’t up for debate.”