Bishop (Blue Collar Daddies, #6)

by Jacki James

I thought the idea of having a Daddy sounded kind of cool. I had this picture of a big, dominant guy bossing me around in bed, telling me to call him Daddy and making me ask permission to come, you know, like in porn.

Bug was hard to forget, with his red hair and face covered in freckles.

There was a part of me that had already claimed Rory as my boy, and if he wasn’t interested, it was going to be rough.

“You don’t have to decide anything right now. I just wanted to lay everything out on the table before we went any further because I really like you, Rory. You’re the brightest part of my day, and I would hate myself if I made you feel suffocated or if you felt like being with me dimmed your light in any way. All I want is for you to shine.”

And holy shit, someone needed to pick me up off the floor because, I swear, I melted into a puddle when he said that. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to anyone ever—I was sure of it.

He didn’t need a Daddy with a firm hand and lots of rules. What he needed was a Daddy to build him up and support him so he could fly. I was sure I could be that Daddy, but he needed to realize that. All he needed was a little time to see that for himself.

I won’t be home tonight. Papa Bear is taking me to snuggle town. See you tomorrow.