Rules to Break
Davey’s Rules Series Book 2
Susan Hawke
M/M Romance, Daddy/boy
Release Date: 09.26.19
Blurb
Davey’s Rule #91: Daddy never loses faith in his boy.
Bryan Miller is satisfied with his uncomplicated life. He’s a discipline Daddy who’s not in the market for any kind of permanent relationship. And why should he be? Like the waves he surfs in the small beach town he calls home, there’s always another body available to warm his bed when he tires of the current flavor of the week.
Preston Wallace is a snotty rich brat with enough attitude to keep all the Daddies from giving him a chance. He gets it… people are jealous of him for being rich, hot, and fit. It would take a strong Daddy to take him in hand.
A casual conversation on the night of Preston’s twenty-fifth birthday ties these two stubborn men together in a bet right out of the musical My Fair Lady. Can Daddy Bryan turn the obnoxious brat into a dateable boy within a ninety-day timeframe?
Strap in for a roller-coaster of emotions as Bryan takes firm control of a brat who might just need to know someone cares enough to try
This is the second book in this series about not-so-perfect Daddies, adorable “boys,” and one sassy brat with an insane list of rules. Grab your fan and tissues because this series comes with both a high heat advisory and all the squishy feels you’d want from a Susan Hawke book. Possible trigger for the death a background character.
“No, Daddy Bryan! That’s the toothpaste, not lube. Toothpaste is not lube, okay? Especially not cinnamon toothpaste.” My ass was clenching tight just thinking about it. Although, I couldn’t see where mint-flavored toothpaste would be any better.
He met my eyes in the mirror and slowly winked as he deliberately squeezed a dollop of toothpaste onto his index finger. “Don’t worry, sweet pea. I’m well aware that this isn’t lube.”
“Then what are you going to—oh. Oh! My! God! Owwwwwwww!” I trembled and jerked, trying my best to get away from the burning sensation where his finger was rubbing against my butthole, but he held me fast.
“I don’t hear a safe word, brat.” He spoke calmly, as if he hadn’t just set my asshole on fire with cinnamon lava from Satan’s personal pit of brimstone.
Gasping, I tried to breathe. It was hard when my breath was caught in my throat from the intense pain. Like, I couldn’t even take in a proper lungful. He’d only rubbed Satan’s lube around my rim, I was pretty sure. At least, that’s all I’d felt his finger doing before my ass went numb from the burning pain.
But every time I moved, a little more slipped inside and the burning went from bad to holy fuck I’m gonna die. Don’t move then, dumbass. I couldn’t help it, though! I squeezed my cheeks and clenched hard, taking short breaths to get through it. Maybe if I tried to push a fart? Hmm. Couldn’t hurt… oh.
Nope. Bad decision.
When I pushed, it was instant regret. Squeezing that ring of muscle just got more toothpaste into my channel and—holy mother of God it burned so fucking bad—my entire body stiffened. Sweat was breaking out all over my body and I was about thirty seconds away from safe wording.
A soothing hand rubbed down the length of my back. “Take a breath, sweet pea. What color are you? Say red and everything stops. Just because you safe word mid-scene doesn’t mean the bet ends, in case you’ve confused the two. Saying red just means the fun times and discipline come to an end.”
I clenched my teeth, making tight fists of my hands as I fought through another intense wave of burning pain as I shook my head. Between spasms of hellfire, I was finally able to gasp a color. “Yellow! Sunshine, lemons, dandelions, and daffodils. Corn, bananas, rubber duckies, and old-school taxicabs. Canaries, pencils, cheese, and egg yolks. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow.” Now that I was capable of speech, I couldn’t quit rambling things that were yellow.
Daddy dropped to his knees and his strong hands pulled my buttcheeks apart before I’d even finished listing things that were yellow. Chicks, Pac-Man, The Simpsons, Big Bird… I jerked when I felt something warm and wet slide against my burning rim.
Oh. Oh, yes.
As the burning eased beneath the tongue that soothed, I pushed back against Daddy’s mouth as he expertly lapped toothpaste away. Yes, please. More of this… I could do without the toothpaste, but the cleanup? Oh… fuuuck.
As an avid reader and big romance fan myself, I love sharing the stories of the different people who live in my imagination. My stories are filled with humor, a few tears, and the underlying message to not give up hope, even in the darkest of times, because life can change on a dime when you least expect it. This theme comes from a lifetime of lessons learned on my own hard journey through the pains of poverty, the loss of more loved ones than I’d care to count, and the struggles of living through chronic illnesses. Life can be hard, but it can also be good! Through it all I’ve found that love, laughter, and family can make all the difference, and that’s what I try to bring to every tale I tell.
I’m a happily married mom with one snarky teenage boy, and three grown “kids of my heart.” I’m more widely known for my mpreg writings as Susi Hawke; this new name is a departure from that. Whether written by Susan or Susi, the books are filled with that all-important love, laughter, and family I mentioned; the only difference is that this name has no male pregnancy. I look forward to sharing my stories with you, and to bringing more romance and laughter into this world that needs it so very badly.
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