Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

“Trev, listen to me. Whatever’s in your bag isn’t going to freak me out. I’m a gay man. My dad owns a BDSM club. Do you really think that there is anything you could say or do, shy of committing a crime, that would surprise me?”

I growled into the pillow and felt the bed dip. The pillow was pulled from my face and Easton’s face was way too close to mine as he spoke. “Doms do not pout.”

“No, it’s my well-intentioned dad overstepping. Besides, I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” “You’re looking for a boy. Yada yada yada. I know, I know, I know. Gah, how many times do I have to hear that?”

Hell, I hadn’t come across a boy who would take me seriously. I wasn’t a hairy, muscled-up Dom who wore leather and boots. I was a lean, tall guy who wore comfortable jeans, button-downs, and tennis shoes. I was more often than not mistaken for a sub than a Daddy, despite my badge clearly spelling out my status. I couldn’t count on one hand the number of times I’d had someone tell me I’d grabbed the wrong badge. If a boy couldn’t believe I was a Daddy and didn’t take a younger Daddy seriously, I couldn’t imagine a little wanting anything to do with someone who was likely younger than them.

“So maybe you need a little. Look how cute this one is.” He flipped his phone around to show me a picture of a boy in a thick diaper and a T-shirt with little lions on it. He was holding a small lion in one hand and a chunky building block in the other. A pacifier was clipped to his shirt by a ribbon and I was pretty sure the thing out of focus beside him was a bottle.

as my door opened, but to my surprise, he was wearing a T-shirt and joggers.

“Triage room. Why is this so hard? Every time one of you gets hurt, the rest of you act like you’ve never seen this room before.”

Seth grinned at my response. “After the game today, there’s somewhere I want to take you.” The tables had turned and I was now the one looking at him skeptically. “Does it happen to be a six-foot-deep hole in the middle of a forest somewhere?”

Words weren’t enough, so I pulled him toward me to kiss him firmly. When we finally pulled back, Trevor was flushed, though I didn’t get the impression it was from embarrassment. “What was that for?” “For telling me that you feel safe with me. That’s a huge honor. Come on, let’s go to the shower and we can talk more.”

“They aren’t going to bite.” “I’ve been checked into the boards by your dad before. It’s not his bite I’m worried about.”