Hold Close (Biker Daddy Bodyguards #2) - Sue Brown Page 0,57

shadowy figure. The muzzle of the gun dominated his vision. Louis knew he was going to die, and his Daddy wasn’t here. Where was Craig?”

“It’s all your fault,” Carter told him. “It’s all your fault.”

“I tried to help,” Louis protested weakly.

“You failed,” Carter snarled. “You promised to help. You’re weak. You’re a boy. Everyone knows you’re weak.”

“I’m not!” Louis yelled. “I’m strong.”

“Oh yeah? Where’s your Daddy?” Carter taunted. “He doesn’t want you. Where is he, old man? He wants a younger boy, not an old guy like you.”

Louis couldn’t breathe, the blows coming thick and fast, but instead of kicks they were taunts and barbs, all the worries Louis had held ever since he met Craig being given venomous life.

“Louis, wake up.”

“Louis, wake up. He doesn’t want you.”

“Boy, wake up. I’m here. Your Daddy’s here.”

“Wake up, boy. Your Daddy’s not here.”

“Daddy, where are you?” Louis whimpered, confused by all the voices. “Where are you?”

“I’m here. Boy, I’m here. Touch me. You can feel me. You’re with me. You’re safe.”

Craig’s voice sounded real, but Louis didn’t know what to trust. The gun was still in his face.

“I’m here, Louis. Open your eyes.”

Louis couldn’t get away. He struggled but he was trapped. Panic gripped him.

“Louis, boy, open your eyes now!”

Now his Daddy sounded furious at him.

Louis sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. He shrank back at the person leaning over him until he realized it was Craig.

“Don’t leave me,” he babbled.

“I won’t leave you.”

“Even though you found Carter, don’t leave me. I’m so fucking scared,” he howled.

Craig grabbed Louis’s hands and placed them over his heart. “Feel this. Feel me. I’m not going away.”

Louis was still fazed, unsure what was real and what was the dream. “The gun.”

“There’s no gun here,” Craig said.

“He said you didn’t want me.”

“Who said? Carter?”

Louis nodded.

“It was a dream, a nightmare, is all. You know I want you.”

“I’m old.”

“You’re perfect.” Craig leaned forward and kissed Louis on the mouth, pressing hard, an edge of teeth to ground him. “Don’t you listen to anyone except me. I’m your Daddy.”

“I want to believe you.” Louis wanted it desperately, but nothing seemed to penetrate the iciness around him.

Craig studied him for a long moment. “I think you need to be reminded about who you belong to.”

“Show me,” Louis begged. “Show me.”

Craig knelt on the bed and stripped off his T-shirt. Louis’s breath caught in his throat as it always did at the sight of his broad, muscular chest, the ink across one pec and his shoulder, the light fur leading down his chest and belly. Louis drank it all in.

“This is yours,” Craig said. “Only yours.”

Craig

Craig should have been expecting the nightmare after the trauma of the day, but the force of it took him by surprise. He called and called, but Louis didn’t hear him or worse, didn’t believe him. He was going to have to prove to his boy that they were meant to be together in the language that Louis understood. Craig stripped off the rest of his clothes, aware of his boy’s eyes on him, roaming over his body. That was better. Louis needed to be focused on him, not thinking about Dan Carter.

He hefted his half-hard cock, already glistening at the tip.

“Sit up,” he ordered, waiting for Louis to obey him. “Strip.”

Louis did as he was told, and if his movements were a little sluggish, Craig didn’t call him on it. Neither did he help him, although every fiber of his being wanted to help his boy. But Craig knew Louis was still caught in the grip of the nightmare. He needed to move until he’d left the fear behind him.

Louis fumbled at the top button of his jeans and managed to slip it free from the hole. Craig waited patiently for him to tackle each button and push the denim and his briefs down his thighs. His cock was soft, not roused as he usually was by the potential of sex.

Finally, Louis was naked, then Craig said, “Kneel with your hands behind your back.” He’d intended for them both to be on the bed, but he changed his mind.

Louis sank to his knees and clasped his wrists behind him, his head bowed.

Craig had a sudden flashback to their first meeting at a BDSM club. He’d been on the point of going home, finding the place to be full of bratty twinks, and no one who caught his eye, when out of nowhere a tall, beautiful Hispanic man asked if he could buy