Exclusive Excerpt from Like Father, Like Son
by Quin Perin
There wasn’t anything worth shit in this fucking place. I didn’t even know where I was going to live next week. I was going to take what I wanted. Take Devon by the balls, probably literally, and have him make me his for the evening. And then maybe I’d steal his money and go pick up something to eat before going home. The usual.
I placed my beer on the bar and closed the remaining distance between us. “Well, there’s a lot I like,” I said. I dragged my fingers over his arm and squeezed his biceps. He was tall but not big. Lean with a narrow waist and broad chest. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but his arms… they were perfect. “I like strong men who can toss me around the room and pin me to the bed until I’m crying for it.”
Devon’s eyes flashed. That had clearly caught his interest. I smirked. Got ‘im. I probably could have stopped right there, but I kept going. Might as well lay all my cards on the table because when I looked for an older man, I had very specific things I wanted from him. I slipped my fingers lower, tracing across the tattoo on the back of his hand, and tilted my head to the side. “I also have a thing for older men,” I purred, lips almost against his ear. “Wanna be my Daddy for the night?”
His body tensed. Fuck, had I crossed a line? If he wasn’t into it, that was fine. He could find someone else in this half-empty bar, in fucking Ohio, to go home with him. I’d have better luck finding a fuck than he would. That much I was sure of. It was clear he was thinking about what I’d said, but then he shrugged and placed the beer bottle back between his lips. He drained it in no time. “Whatever you want, kid,” he said with a roguish grin.