Boy Issues by Morticia Knight :: Release Blitz ::
Title: Boy Issues
Series: Command and Care #1
Author: Morticia Knight
Publisher: Self Published
Published: 30 July 2020
Length: 198 Pages
Keywords : Daddy kink, reverse age gap, opposites attract, multicultural
One has the golden touch. The other buys whatever he wants. When love races in, which man will end up on top?
Twenty-six-year-old Silver Cruz loves working on fast cars, but finding the right boy to care for eludes him. When a handsome older man’s performance ride breaks down nearby, the hunky mechanic is quick to bring his magic fingers to the rescue and get him going. However, the pushy snob’s expectation of a casual quickie makes Silver put a speed bump between him and a sizzling jump between the sheets.
Forty-two-year-old billionaire CEO Donovan Fonterra’s only friend is his wealth. So after his hot rod malfunction attracts a ripped young dude with a take-charge attitude, he can’t resist flashing the green light for some high-octane thrills. But even though the younger man slams on the brakes, Donovan goes in hard for the pursuit.
As Silver struggles to fend off his persistent admirer, he discovers this is a man in need of a firm hand. And when Donovan finally succumbs to Silver’s skillful bedroom tools, he might just be ready to surrender control to the sexy wrench-wielding hunk.
Will Silver and Donovan discover the key that turns their uninhibited passions into a forever love?
Silver untied his apron then flung it over his shoulder the way he always did. Nico’s gaze traveled to their workstation, then he nodded.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
The servers and bussers had left about fifteen minutes earlier, so it would be up to Nico and Silver to lock up. Another nice thing about working for a Mom and Pop was the more chill way everything was approached. At least the places where Silver had always worked.
The lights in the dining area had already been turned off, so Silver flipped the switches on the panel for the kitchen and hallway to the back door. He set the alarm then shoved his body against the rail of the heavy barrier, emerging into the warmth of the late spring air.
Silver came to an abrupt stop at the sight of the dude with the Lamborghini from the night before. Nico crashed into Silver’s back.
“Damn, bro. You forget something?” Nico peeked around Silver then moved to his side. “¡No manches! (No way!) Check it out. Homey’s got the luxury wheels.”
Silver snorted. “Yeah. Doesn’t he though.”
What a pretentious prick.
The guy—Donovan?—was inexplicably parked in the lot, leaning against an electric blue Corvette. If Silver was correct in guessing, and he was damn sure that he was, it was a sixty-three and cherry. Maybe the guy thought that since the Miura hadn’t worked, maybe this one would. What the asshole didn’t understand was that he wasn’t impressed. He’d not only seen—but been intimately acquainted through his tools—with more wet dream performance cars than Mr. Money Bags could possibly imagine.
“The fuck?” Nico hadn’t stopped gaping at the car. “Aren’t you gonna go at least a take a look?”
“Oh, I’ll take a look. Right after I give this dick a lecture about playing with fire.”
“Huh?” Nico wrinkled his nose at him. “You know this guy?”
“Not in the way you think I do.” Nico had known his orientation for years. His friend had been the one by his side for support when Silver had come out to his surprisingly accepting, staunchly Catholic parents. “Just some fuckwad who assumes I can be bought.”
Nico snorted. “Fuck man, I’ll be gay for pay if it comes with that ride.”
Silver smacked his friend’s arm. “Don’t be an ass. I’ll catch you later, I gotta go put this pinche culero (fucking idiot) in his place.”
“Could you do that after I drool all over his car?”
Silver glanced at Donovan, who still leaned against the car with his arms crossed and a smug, yet suggestive, leer plastered on his lips.
“Not tonight. I don’t want to encourage him.”
“Ay wey… (oh man…)” Nico sighed. “Fine. But you owe me. I get to be the first one to ride with you in whatever that sporty Morgan thing is, once you get it finished.”
“Deal. See you tomorrow.”
As Nico shuffled away in an exaggerated attempt to convey his disappointment, Silver strolled over to Donovan. He noted the slight rise of Donovan’s eyebrows as he drew closer which made him want to take the man over his knee and give him a good spanking for his bratty attitude. Silver frowned.
No, I don’t.
The last thing he needed was to tame some deluded asshat with a superiority complex the size of the Grand Canyon. Someday, when he could afford his own boy, Silver would find a man with a good heart, someone with compassion who ached to please so he could be rewarded with Silver’s love and care. Not someone who thought he could buy his way through life, and undoubtedly did whatever he wanted while bossing other people around all day.
Donovan broke into an easy smile as he pushed off his vehicle. “Thirsty yet?”
Silver crossed his arms. “What are you doing here?”
Donovan slid one hand into the silk blazer he wore and raked his fingers through his longish hair with the other. Silver hated how appealing he found Donovan to be. The older man was unconventionally handsome, his nose somewhat hawkish, but somehow perfect for his angular features and long, tempting throat. His skin was on the pale side, an indicator of how much time he spent indoors, which made his dark salt and pepper beard a striking contrast.
Donovan had moved close enough beneath the streetlamp that he was able to get a better look at the guy. Long, dark lashes framed Donovan’s blue-green eyes that reminded Silver of some of the clearest ocean waters from where his family was originally from. A spark of the imp danced in Donovan’s irises and a thread of warning coursed through Silver. He had the sense that Donovan might not be as easy to shake off as he’d assumed. The part he was uncertain of, was whether it would be him or Donovan who became ensnared by the other.
“I just happened to be in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by and see if you’d be interested in that drink.”
Silver arched his eyebrows. “This neighborhood?” Silver cast his gaze around. “The neighborhood we’re standing in right now?” He pointed to the ground. “Here?”
Donovan smirked. “Gonna make me work for it? That’s cool. I’m game. We can take a ride, I’ll even let you drive.”
Silver balled his fists. ¡Chinga tú madre! (Motherfucker!)
He advanced into Donovan’s personal space, which seemed to startle the man, but he quickly recovered. “Mmm. I must’ve struck the right chord.” His lips quirked back into a seductive smile. “No need to be so eager, though. I’ve got all night.”
Silver glared up at Donovan then gave his chest a hearty shove, Donovan gasping as he fell against the car. His jaw dropped as Silver grabbed Donovan’s biceps and pinned him with his frame. As he’d suspected, Donovan didn’t have much in the way of muscle, so his height gave him little in the way of an advantage.
Silver dug his thumbs into Donovan’s arms just enough that it might be concerning, but not enough to leave a mark. At least not a bruise. He shoved his thigh between Donovan’s legs then glared up at him.
“What did I fucking say to you last night, huh?”
“Uh, I…” Donovan’s breathing was frantic, his lips parted. “You said you weren’t thirsty.”
Silver almost choked out a laugh, but it would ruin the point he was trying to make, so he held it in. “No, you ¡pendejo! (idiot!) Coming on to men when you don’t know if they’re gay, complete strangers who could easily break you in half, bringing that car to this area then parking it here as if you were holding up a sign saying ‘please car jack me and maybe shoot me while you’re at it’. That’s what I warned you about.
Donovan’s Adam apple bobbed up and down a couple times as he stared wide-eyed at Silver. “Yes, well… You did indicate you weren’t straight right as you were leaving, and er…” He offered Silver a nervous smile. “That this neighborhood wasn’t truly awful.”
Silver pressed his body harder against Donovan’s, but instead of making his fear increase, he was rewarded with Donovan’s boner against his thigh. Silver pushed himself off Donovan in frustration.
“You don’t take anything seriously, do you? I’m not fucking around.” Donovan opened his mouth to speak but Silver jabbed a finger at him. “No. Don’t. I don’t find your snappy comebacks cute or sexy. Save it.”
When Donovan lowered his chin then tucked his hair behind his ears, the gesture struck Silver as being childlike, almost sweet. The idea that such a thing about Donovan could be true inexplicably irritated him. Feeling any sort of tenderness toward the guy was not happening.
M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers – but they’re all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more installments of Sin City Uniforms and The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey’s story from Rockin’ the Alternative.