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?”

My hand rose to my mouth, an instinctive move when I got overwhelmed, but Seth caught it first. “Ick, not here. You haven’t washed your hands since the plane.

Agreed that’s icky

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.

Last time Derek and his Daddy had come over for the afternoon, I’d ended up in time-out for running down the steps and not holding onto the handrail. Colt wasn’t my Daddy, but he took the job of watching after me seriously and he had been convinced that little boys needed to be careful on the steps. In my little headspace, the time-out had been pure torture. Three weeks later, I was still holding onto the handrail when I walked up or down the steps

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I stuck my hand between the cushions, fully expecting to pull out a rectangular chunk of plastic, not a pacifier.

SCREAMING

There were a lot of things I’d wanted to ask him about, like the pacifier I’d seen and the pile of coloring books that had been on the coffee table when I’d arrived home that afternoon.

SCREAMING SOME MORE

I couldn’t shake the idea of being Trevor’s Daddy.

“Right now, I am a petulant child! A Dom can be petulant too.”

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“What?” He waved his hand around. “You look like you need to poop.” My blank stare made Yuri huff and call over to Seth, who quickly excused himself and jogged toward us. When he was near, Yuri pointed to me. “Brax does not understand. I ask, money for thoughts.” Seth snorted a laugh. “Yuri, bud, that isn’t Brax, that’s your butchering of American sayings. It’s a penny for your thoughts.” Yuri pursed his lips. “That saying is stupid. Penny is cheap. Thoughts worth more.”

“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.”

I had also never thought that I’d spend the night with his teddy bear and a blanket resting on my chest as I listened to him sucking his thumb.

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There was no choice but to go back.

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At the bottom of the steps, I noticed the door to the room Trevor had been trying to get into the night before

SCREAMING 🫣🫣🫣🫨🫨

Swallowing hard, my brain began to work in double time. He knew.

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one is a retired firefighter who looks like he could bench-press the entire team.

Larsen is one of my favorites 🥰

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?”

I know another little who hid his little side from the world until recently.

Are we talking about Larsen? Cause I love him.

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.”

Dad shot me a knowing look and spoke out of the corner of his mouth. “Do you plan on telling us before you get married?”

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