Page 5 of My Young Rebel Daddy

I walk with Rosie and my glass of wine and take a seat on the large, comfortable couch in the living area.

‘Okay, let’s see…’ I say, opening up the OlderLittles.com app.

SWIPE – Nice arms, but…

SWIPE – Smoldering eyes, but…

SWIPE – Damn, that’s a big bulge, but…

SWIPE – OMG! Who… in… the… heck… is THAT?

Am I drunk in love? And did it take less than a second?

Suddenly I feel like I’ve had three glasses of wine and not the single sip I’ve taken so far. This Daddy looks like he’s got everything I need and more.

Sparkling blue eyes and with a close blonde crop, he’s twenty-eight and looks like he’s more than strong enough to handle my full body.

I flick through his profile photos and I’m seeing the type of body that would put a young Brad Pitt to shame.

‘Rosie, are you seeing this?’ I say, my heart beating and my eyes glued to the phone screen. ‘I think I need to talk to this young Daddy. I think I need to do a whole lot more with him too…’

Whoever ErectionSpecialist01 is, I need to meet him and I need to meet him soon…

Chapter 2

Jason

The sun is high in the sky and there isn’t a cloud in ten square kilometers.

This building site ishuge.

I’m talking two hundred apartment complex with on-site health club kinda huge.

Dozens of men work their strong, toned bodies in the heat all around me and the banter is flying back and forth.

But right now isn’t the time to get involved.

I need to keep my focus and make sure that I’m keeping me and my small crew on target to finish up on time today.

‘Fuck! This doesn’t ever get any easier,’ I laugh, bringing my heavy rock-breaking mallet down on a huge rock that needs clearing. ‘I mean, my name’s Jason Rock… I guess it was written in the stars.’

My building crew laugh, and we carry on working our bodies under the midday sun.

I work construction.

It’s what I do, and I love it.

Okay, so I don’talwaysloveeveryaspect of construction, but it sure does keep me in good shape.

I’m twenty-eight years old and have been working on construction sites since I dropped out of college in the third semester of my Medical degree.

As much as being a doctor would have been great, my heart was never truly in it. Sure, I would have been saving lives and doing good things every day.

But I always figured that if I wasn’t absolutely as committed as I should have been then it would be better to step aside and let those more passionate than me take my place.

And, several years later, I don’t regret my decision one little bit.

Even doing this kind of back-breaking work for a larger building firm isn’t so bad…

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