Livingston
Series: Trenton Security Book 1
Publisher: Hostile Whispers Press, LLC
Genre: MM Romance Daddy Kink
Word Count: 46k
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
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BLURB:
He was the Beast without the escape clause.
Francis “Liv” Livingston was a beast. No matter if he wore a perfectly tailored suit or if he was in his tactical gear, people avoided looking at him. He was always first to volunteer for the jobs only a person with a death wish wanted. Tomorrows weren’t guaranteed. His boss had come to him and told him he needed him for a job. Linus knew the jobs he liked, but when he opened the file, it all went to hell.
Beauty was only skin deep.
Fielding Haskell made his way in the world on his looks. He’d earned his first film role before he could read a script. He didn’t want the fame. He wanted to go to college. He wanted a man who didn’t look at him and see how pretty he was. Unfortunately, a so-called fan only cared how attractive he was, and it earned him a personal bodyguard and a vacation. He looked forward to the break until he met the man in charge of his safety and wondered if the danger he left was worth dealing with a sudden attraction to a man who was colder than ice.
EXCERPT:
Fielding wouldn’t survive a real winter, and if the kid didn't stop watching him, Fielding wouldn't make the next four
months.
It wasn't like the boy complained. Fielding didn't seem to miss the comforts of TV or his phone. Fielding read most of the
time. Picked up the cabin even though neither of them made a mess. The boy put
himself in charge of meals. That was one thing he wasn’t going to fight.
Cooking wasn't one of his things.
His phone rang, and
he removed it from his back pocket. He
answered without checking.
“Livingston.”
“Liv, gotta a favor, man.”
Favor. Favors for his teammate, Little, were never good. He liked the guy, considered
him a friend, but the man just wasn’t right. He had some quirks that would make
a saint pull out their fucking hair.
“Ya know I'm stuck on babysitting duty.”
“Ain't no thing,
Liv, I gotta pass my firearm cert per boss man's orders. Ya know I don't carry unless I don't have a
choice. But Linus takes this shit too serious.”
“It is serious, Little. You know you don't pass the
course, he grounds your ass.”
“Yeah, Yeah, hand to hand combat I'm the best. My aim
just ain't worth shit.”
“Wear your fucking glasses, man.”
“I don't wanna,” Little whined.
He couldn't help grinning. Little was a big ass
troublemaker. Didn't take much serious in life but Little loved his job. Linus
had threatened to fire Little a few years back, and
Little had a panic attack so bad he thought the man was going to have a heart
attack.
“I got your back, man, we'll hit the range before I
head back to the mountain.”
“Thanks, Liv. So how's the kid?”
“Annoying.”
“Can't be that fucking bad. You weren't stuck in a van
with Raul and Pure for two days.”
“ER visit?”
“Fuck, man, it was close. Pure went in pursuit of our runner.
Raul was not having that shit. I swear
they should just fuck and get it over with.”
“We know Raul ain't claiming his boy anytime soon. If I was Raul, I'd have that boy
tied to my bed and punishing him for his recklessness.”
“Good thing you ain’t Raul. Can you imagine Pure
submitting to a spanking? I'd pay to see
that shit.”
“Don't even think about Pure's virgin ass, Raul will
kill you for it.”
“Ain't that the truth.”
“Raul will get his boy without any help from us. He's
gonna have his pretty little sub on his knees when the time is right.” He turned back to the house to get a cup of
coffee and saw Fielding standing there with crimson stained cheeks and a mug
held in a shaking hand.
Well, that's what the
brat got for eavesdropping on a private conversation.
“Man, I gotta go, I'll give a call when I'm headed in.”
“Good deal, Liv.”
He disconnected the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. “That for me?”
“Yes, sir, I didn't mean—” Fielding swallowed hard. “I
wasn't listening.”
The boy closed the distance between them quickly and
thrust the mug at him. He caught it before it made a trip to the ground.
“Black. I noticed you didn't, um, put anything in your
coffee. Is it strong enough?”
He hesitated with the mug at his lips. He swore the
boy was holding his breath waiting for his approval. Taking a sip, it was
perfect, but he took his time to see how
long Fielding would keep himself from breathing. Nothing much amused him
anymore, but that was doing it for him.
During the time the boy was in his home he'd picked up
on little things about him. Fielding's need for approval. The boy's natural
submissiveness. Fielding was also downright domestic.
“Not bad.”
“I'll do better. Are you going somewhere?”
“No, not for a few more days. We’ll head to the office for a check-in, and see what
Linus’ boy, Hunter, found out about your stalker.” Interesting, the stalker
comment hadn’t earned a flinch, but the moment he said boy, the kid’s perfectly
arched brows rose. “Make a list of anything you need. We’ll hit the store
before we come back.”
“Can I get candy and chips?”
The question took him by surprise. Fielding didn’t look like anything fattening
ever passed his pretty lips.
“Do you want candy and chips?”
“So much.”
He hid his smile behind his mug at the boy’s longing
sigh. He’d noticed the boy didn’t eat very much, not enough in his opinion, but
Fielding wasn’t big. Tiny compared to him, probably not for normal sized men.
“We’ll see then.”
“Yes, sir.”
One more submissive little yes, sir with averted eyes and the boy was going to find himself on
his knees worshiping his cock. He was too old for the boy, but his dick didn’t
seem to have a problem with it. What made it harder to resist Fielding was a
natural submissive born to be someone's boy. He
was inclined to dominate and to have the perfect boy in front of him was
more temptation than he'd ever experienced.
He needed to get Fielding as far away from him as
possible and soon.
ABOUT ME
J.M. Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes mainly LGBT romance and
fiction. She lives with a constant diverse cast of characters in her head. No
matter their size, shape, race, etc. she lives for one purpose alone, and
that’s to make sure she does them justice and give them the happily ever after
they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and she makes sure her
characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more she
wants from telling her stories than to show that no matter the package the
characters come in or the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That
normal is never normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.
WHERE
TO FIND J.M.
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