Trust in Me (The Boys Club Book 2), page 1
Trust In Me
The Boys Club Book 2
Copyright © 2022 Luna David
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Contents
Warnings
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
More books by Luna David
About the Author
Warnings
Kink/BDSM elements, violence against a main character NOT caused by the other main character.
For those of you who have waited for this book for an eternity… Thank you for your patience and I hope you love Daddy Jake and his boy Mattie as much as I do.
Chapter One
Mattie
Mattie gazed at his reflection in the mirror, frowning at what he saw. He’d just gotten himself ready to go out with his friends and somehow ended up going all out when that hadn’t been his plan. He sighed in admonishment for clubbing himself up. Sure, they were going to a club, so technically it was warranted, but he wasn’t going for himself.
So, obviously he shouldn’t care what he looked like, but somehow, he’d gotten ready by muscle memory. Apparently, going out to Daddies Night at the local BDSM club had prompted him to primp without consciously realizing he was doing it. He scrunched up his face then caught himself because he didn’t want to mess up his hard work. He was a mess of contradictions.
More sighing, more eye rolling. He was being ridiculous.
And on top of it all, guilt weighed on him for so obviously trying to dress like the type of boy Daddies would be interested in because he really had no business doing so if he wasn’t looking for a Daddy in the first place. But he couldn’t seem to help himself, it had been habitual. He’d been told often enough he was consummate twink material. So, basically, he was short, fit, and rather young and boyish looking. People also said he was cute, some even went so far as to say adorable.
He didn’t feel cute or adorable, hadn’t in years, but he knew how to play up the features in himself Daddy types looked for. Hell, he was addicted to TikTok like any other sane adult, and was an avid people watcher, and then there was the porn. Lots and lots of porn. So he knew the types of boys older men were attracted to. For him it was a fake it til you make it approach. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t see it himself, as long as Daddies saw what they wanted in him, even if he didn’t want them back.
So he’d apparently pulled on his tight jeans, the ones that didn’t allow him to even glance at food while he wore them, donned his favorite fuchsia crop top, added a few bangles on his wrist, and pulled on his favorite fuchsia Nike Air Force 1s. And with a little contouring here, a bit of highlighting there, some shiny lip gloss, and a tad bit of glam around his “big doe eyes”—another one of those traits people associated with him—he knew he’d pass as the type of boy Daddies would want even if he didn’t want a Daddy himself anymore.
Or more accurately, even though he wanted one so desperately it was crushing his soul, but knew he’d never find one he could trust. So, the club was their destination, and he hated it just as much as he was sure Liam did. But he wouldn’t let his besties, Carter and Liam, know. He’d paste on his happy persona like he always did—the only one he showed people—and he’d march his sassy ass into the club like he owned the place.
Glancing at himself one last time, he practiced his smile and mustered some enthusiasm to portray the upbeat, always smiling, carefree boy he used to be. He knew it wasn’t sustainable. Knew he’d have to be honest with Carter and Liam eventually, but he dreaded it so much it almost gave him a panic attack. He was afraid he’d lose them. Afraid they would know he was a fraud and never trust him again. His emotions always seemed to be all over the place, like the orb in a pinball machine.
But he’d pulled on his big boy pants—tight as they were—and settled into persona, because he wasn’t doing this for himself, he was doing it for Liam who had broken up with his Daddy nearly a month earlier and who was spiraling into a depression that scared Mattie and Carter enough to take action. So with Carter’s help, Mattie had planted the seeds by chatting up the club for several weeks, claiming he didn’t want to go by himself, and he and Carter finally convinced Liam to just go out and have some fun.
They just wanted him to realize there are other Daddies out there so Liam knew that when he was ready, he would have no problem finding a new Daddy who would treat him far better than that bastard Cash. At least he hoped so. His jaded, stomped on heart had its doubts. It was almost—no, exactly—like he was trying to convince himself of the same exact thing and obviously ignoring his own advice completely.
Heading out of his room he thought about Liam’s ex-Daddy, the whole reason for the evening ahead, and his teeth gnashing together. The man had forgotten Liam’s birthday, kept their bedrooms separate, never allowed Liam to sleep in his arms at night, and was completely emotionally unavailable. Ugh, stupid jerkface. Liam deserved better. He deserved the world.
Liam was literally one of the nicest people Mattie had ever met, and Carter was too. He was damn lucky for their friendship, and he’d do his best to hold onto them as long as possible. But the longer he faked who he was, or rather what was really going on with him emotionally, the worse it would be when he finally fessed up. He had to work on his backbone, it was weak as fuck. Coward was his middle name, at least when it came to himself. But when it came to his friends, he was loyal to a fault and fiercely protective.
He rounded the corner into the living room and pulled in a deep breath, pasting on that fake cheerful smile, which turned into a chuckle as soon as he saw his friends, both of whom looked resigned for the night that lay ahead of them.
He raised his hands in an excited gesture that came out more like jazz hands and grinned maniacally. “Come on, guys, it’ll be fun!”
They both grumbled but he finally got at least a small smile from Carter and a long-suffering sigh from Liam as they headed out the door.
The irony wasn’t lost on Mattie that they were all young twink-ish boys looking for Daddies and each of them were miserable to be going out to a club to find one for themselves. Carter’s smile broadened when Mattie lifted a brow at him, but Liam, well, Liam didn’t even try. He didn’t have it in him, and he wasn’t looking forward to going, but Mattie and Carter had to get him out of the house because Liam’s depression was frankly scaring them both.
When the Lyft car finally dropped them off at the club, they got in line to wait. It wasn’t long before they were allowed inside and they beelined it to the bar, which was crazy busy. When it was finally their turn, they ordered several drinks, not wanting to go back to the bar once they found a table. Mattie nervously handed over his credit card, telling the guy to start a tab, but he couldn’t stop the genuine smile from sprouting on his face, feeling proud of what was a ridiculously banal adulty thing to do.
A table became available faster than he’d expected so they grabbed it and sat down. They chatted about mundane shit, and Mattie did his best to make them both laugh, his heart warming in his chest when they were smiling and chuckling with him. Then someone tapped on a mic, yelling to the crowd, “Good evening!” The crowd gave a boisterous greeting and the guy continued, “How is everyone?”
There was a chorus of unintelligible responses. “Good, good! This is going to be a fun night tonight. We’re adding another ‘Monthly Special’ to our roster, and you’re all here to celebrate the first one. Now, everybody LOVES a Daddy, right?”
Mattie held his breath as he watched for Liam’s reaction, knowing it wasn’t going to be good, but hoping he’d forgive them. Liam met his gaze and narrowed his eyes, annoyance shining through, which Mattie couldn’t blame him for, so he mouthed, “I’m sorry. I love you,” as the club goers continued to react to the MC.
Liam made to stand up, and Mattie’s stomach dropped, worried they’d gone too far. He reached out and grabbed Liam’s wrist at the same time Carter did. Mattie leaned close enough so Liam could hear him above the din of the crowd. “Please, don’t go. You don’t have to do anything or dance with anyone. I just wanted you to see there are other Daddies in the sea.”
Liam tried to keep his lips from twitching, but Mattie let out a relieved breath when he realized Liam wasn’t truly mad at them. He did however give him a pretty impressive glare. “You lied.”
“I didn’t lie. I said tonight was a special night for boys. Listen to him.”
“Now, we all know that boys need a good Daddy, and we’ve had requests from both Daddies and boys alike to have a special night just for Daddy’s boys. These boys are submissives that need some extra care and nurturing from their Doms, and we allllll know that Daddies are the perfect nurturers. So, we want our first dance to be for all the Daddy’s boys out there. You know who you are. Come to the dance floor and show all the Daddies in the room how to shake it.”
The crowd erupted, and boys of all ages, sizes, shapes, and colors headed to the huge dance floor. Mattie and Carter, still holding Liam’s wrists, tried to drag him there as well. But when Liam stood his ground, Mattie and Carter gave him the strongest weapon in their arsenal, the big, sad, puppy dog eyes. Liam’s weakness.
Liam rolled his own eyes at them, and Mattie moved in again, his voice taking on a pleading edge. “This doesn’t mean anything. We’re just dancing. Carter and I will shoo away any Daddies that come sniffing around you. We know you aren’t ready for anything. We just wanted you to see you aren’t alone in what you want.”
Carter chimed in, his soft, shy voice sincere. “We aren’t the only three boys in Boston that need Daddies, and there isn’t only The Boys Club app to find them. Maybe next month, or the month after, or the month after that, you’ll be ready. When you are, we’ll come back here.”
Mattie hugged Liam and rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. “Come dance with us. You could use a little fun. We just want to have fun tonight and show you there are other possibilities.”
Liam huffed and squeezed Mattie then chuckled when Carter wrapped his arms around them both and cried, “Group hug!”
Mattie heard chuckling near them and glanced around to see what he assumed were Daddies smiling at the three of them indulgently. He glanced at Liam and saw his friend’s blush and couldn’t help but smile. Loving that Liam was distracted, he turned to Carter and gestured for him to help. They proceeded to take Liam’s jacket off, toss it on his stool, and pull him to the dance floor.
Admittedly—all three of them not exactly being club bunnies—their dancing was awkward at first but then Mattie decided, fuck it, and let himself go, allowing the beat of the music to take him away. They laughed, gyrated, swayed, and waved their arms in the air, not giving a single fuck who was watching and how bad they looked doing it, because the truth was, none of them were looking for Daddies so they had nothing to lose.
Three songs in, and the MC slowed their roll. “All right, Daddies, you’ve had time to watch all the pretty, pretty boys we have here that are looking for men just like you. Why don’t you join them on the dance floor and have some fun?”
Mattie knew that was their cue because he could see the panic building in Liam’s eyes, so he clasped Liam’s hand and Carter clasped his other and they led him off the dancefloor. He kept an eye on Liam to make sure he was truly okay and was startled when his friend stopped midstride, and a look of dread washed over Liam’s features.
Mattie followed his friend’s gaze and he gasped, his heart in his throat and his whole body breaking out in goosebumps. He’d never in his life had such a visceral reaction to the sight of a good-looking man. But this man wasn’t just good looking, he was… Jesus, he was every single magnificent physical attribute Mattie had always found attractive all rolled into one perfect. Fucking. Package. FuckityFuckFuckFuck. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. His hands were suddenly sweating, and he swallowed several times before he could whisper to Liam. “Who is that gorgeous man?”
“His name’s Jake. He’s good friends with Cash.”
The chorus of both Mattie and Carter saying, “Oh, shit,” would have been funny under other circumstances but this was a decidedly unfunny situation all the way around. Specifically for Liam and that was what was important. But also, as a second runner up, his body didn’t know what to do. It was like a fucked-up version of fight or flight. He felt an almost physical pull towards the man and yet they should be fleeing the scene. But all he could do was stand there, mouth agape, utterly clueless as to what he should say or do. All he managed was a tighter squeeze to Liam’s hand in support, but then a shudder ran through him from head to toe when sexier-than-he-had-any-fucking-right-to-be Jake locked eyes with him.
Oh, ouch.
Yep, that was his cock trying valiantly to get hard in the tightest pants known to humankind. And his dick waking from its peaceful slumber in such a confined space was ridiculously uncomfortable. He blushed from his hairline to his chest—which he never did—and he could not. Look. Away. Why couldn’t he look away?
It was those eyes. Damn their sexy broodiness and their deep, dark blue-iness, and their stupidly arousing sultriness. He might have whimpered, still unable to break his gaze from the giant sexy beast leaning back in the chair. Mattie’s dick gave another twinge and he winced slightly.
Nope. Ignore it. Do not adjust your dick in public. Don’t you dare… Fuck.
He sighed as he did exactly what he’d mentally told himself not to do, but come on, that fucking hurt! He gave himself a pass because he was afraid if it got any harder, his jeans might just do permanent damage down there and he wasn’t having any of that. He needed his dick to be fully functional. No really, he did. So what if the only action it was getting was of the five-finger variety or the occasional Fleshjack jerk. That was neither here nor there.
The little smirk on Jake’s face let him know his dick adjustment hadn’t gone unnoticed. But before he could think of anything to say or do, Jake’s eyes gave him a reprieve as he glanced at Liam and the spell tying them together broke. He felt bereft in that moment, and all the stupider for it, but when he saw the concerned gaze Jake gave Liam, he at least knew the man of his dreams couldn’t be all bad.
Could he?
Chapter Two
Jake
Jake stepped into the crowded, noisy club receiving a couple waves from bar patrons he’d gotten to know there and stood in line to grab his first beer of the two he’d allow himself that night. While he waited, he scanned the dim bar wondering, or rather hoping, that night’s new monthly special would help him find a boy, at least for the night. The club was trying out a new Daddy’s boys night and as a Daddy in search of his own boy, he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.
It was the first free night Jake had away from his auto shop in what felt like ages. Not that he was complaining. Business was booming and he was doing exactly what he loved to do, he’d just been one mechanic down and out from a motorcycle accident, so Jake had been doing double duty to keep them on schedule with their customers. Which for him meant working nights when the rest of his employees were home.
Jake had just had enough time to go home and shower off the dirt and grease and whatever else he got covered with while working on luxury cars and get to the bar in time for the event of the evening. Don, the bartender, had his beer already poured and ready when it was his turn. Smirking as he took it and tossed down enough for that beer, the next one, and a hefty tip, he thanked the man and turned to find a place to sit.
He made his way to a barstool as it opened up, glad it was towards the back of the room so he could check out who had come to enjoy themselves that night. He slowly drank his beer as his eyes wandered the room seeing several men who he assumed were boys by how they dressed, though he’d always have to ask to be sure because sometimes looks could be deceiving.
