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  Daddy Me

  Copyright © 2019 Ker Dukey

  Copyright © 2019 K Webster

  Cover Design: All by Design

  Photo: Adobe Stock

  Editor: Emily A. Lawrence

  Formatting: Champagne Book Design

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Synopsis

  Books by Ker Dukey

  Books by K Webster

  Epigraph

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Watch Me

  Books by Ker Dukey and K Webster

  Acknowledgements from Ker Dukey and K Webster

  About Ker Dukey

  About Author K Webster

  From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection!

  Dreams are supposed to be encouraged.

  Not mine.

  My brother likes to keep me on a tight leash, tethered to an unexceptional life.

  But when Ronan Hayes walks into our family-owned bar, he opens my cage and offers me freedom.

  Ronan wants to give me the world.

  A chance to take flight and soar.

  He sees something special in me, and I want nothing more than to be that for him.

  Special.

  He’s my dream maker.

  My shot. My hope. My everything.

  Ronan craves to take care of me.

  A protector. A confidant. A provider. A lover.

  He wants to daddy me.

  And I want to let him.

  This is a steamy, kinky romance sure to make you blush! A perfect combination of sweet and sexy you can devour in one sitting! You’ll get a happy ending that’ll make you swoon!

  This is not a dark romance.

  Empathy series:

  Empathy

  Desolate

  Vacant—Novella

  Deadly—Novella

  The Broken Series:

  The Broken

  The Broken Parts Of Us

  The Broken Tethers That Bind Us–Novella

  The Broken Forever—Novella

  The Men By Numbers Series:

  Ten

  Six

  Drawn to you series:

  Drawn to You

  Lines Drawn

  Standalone novels:

  My Soul Keeper

  Lost

  I See You

  The Beats In Rift

  Devil

  Co-written with D. Sidebottom:

  The Deception series

  FaCade

  Cadence

  Beneath Innocence—Novella

  The Lilith’s Army MC Series:

  Taking Avery

  Finding Rhiannon

  Coming Home TBA

  Co-written with K Webster

  The Pretty Little Dolls series:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls

  Pretty Lost Dolls

  Pretty New Doll

  Pretty Broken Dolls

  The V Games Series

  Vlad

  Ven

  Vas

  KKinky Reads Collection:

  Share Me

  Choke Me

  Joint Series:

  Four Fathers Series

  Blackstone by Jessica Hollyfield

  Kingston by Dani Rene

  Pearson by K Webster

  Wheeler by Ker Dukey

  Joint Series:

  Four Sons:

  Nixon by Ker Dukey

  Hayden by J.D Hollyfield

  Brock by Dani René

  Camden by K Webster

  The Elite Seven Series:

  Lust by Ker Dukey

  Pride by J.D. Hollyfield

  Wrath by Claire C. Riley

  Envy by MN Forgy

  Gluttony by K Webster

  Sloth by Giana Darling

  Greed by Ker Dukey and K Webster

  Psychological Romance Standalones:

  My Torin

  Whispers and the Roars

  Cold Cole Heart

  Blue Hill Blood

  Romantic Suspense Standalones:

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  El Malo

  Notice

  Sweet Jayne

  The Road Back to Us

  Surviving Harley

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  Extremely Forbidden Romance Standalones:

  The Wild

  Hale

  Like Dragonflies

  Taboo Treats:

  Bad Bad Bad

  Coach Long

  Ex-Rated Attraction

  Mr. Blakely

  Easton

  Crybaby

  Lawn Boys

  Malfeasance

  Renner’s Rules

  The Glue

  Dane

  Enzo

  Red Hot Winter

  KKinky Reads Collection:

  Share Me

  Choke Me

  Contemporary Romance Standalones:

  The Day She Cried

  Untimely You

  Heath

  Sundays are for Hangovers

  A Merry Christmas with Judy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Schooled by a Senior

  Give Me Yesterday

  Sunshine and the Stalker

  Bidding for Keeps

  B-Sides and Rarities

  Paranormal Romance Standalones:

  Apartment 2B

  Running Free

  Mad Sea

  War & Peace Series:

  This is War, Baby (Book 1)

  This is Love, Baby (Book 2)

  This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)

  This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)

  This is Me, Baby (Book 5)

  This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)

  This is the End, Baby (Book 7—a novella)

  Lost Planet Series:

  The Forgotten Commander (Book 1)

  The Vanished Specialist (Book 2)

  The Mad Lieutenant (Book 3)

  2 Lovers Series:

  Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)

  Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)

  Thieves 2 Lovers (Book 3)

  Pretty Little Dolls Series:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)

  Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)

  Pretty New Doll (Book 3)

  Pretty Broken Dolls (Book 4)

  The V Games Series:

  Vlad (Book 1)

  Ven (Book 2)

  Vas (Book 3)

  Four Fathers Books:

  Pearson

  Four Sons Books:

  Camden

  Elite Seven Books:

  Gluttony

  Greed

/>   Not Safe for Amazon Books:

  The Wild

  Hale

  Bad Bad Bad

  This is War, Baby (Book 1)

  Like Dragonflies

  The Breaking the Rules Series:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  The Vegas Aces Series:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  The Becoming Her Series:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega Duet:

  Alpha & Omega (Book 1)

  Omega & Love (Book 2)

  “Worship me, Daddy.”

  “My dick is your throne, Princess.”

  For all the Daddy’s girls.

  Twenty Years Old…

  My stomach twists as I stare down at the check Mr. Warner has written for me.

  I know it will cost me twice as much to pay it back, but it’s worth it.

  Mom’s insurance was insufficient. Cancer will fucking do that. It’s funny how insurance works—you pay and pay into it in the event you’ll need it one day only to be told it won’t cover what you really need. Because of the shitty system, she still needs financial help. Pride isn’t something I can afford to have right now.

  Giggles float into the kitchen right before a different female from last night saunters in wearing my kid brother’s shirt.

  Leaving little to the imagination, the thin fabric shows a clear outline of her tiny tits and hard nipples. Bruises and stains litter her upper thighs.

  Do girls have no class these days?

  Walking over to where I’m sitting, drinking a mug of coffee, she sidles up to my chair and leans her ass against the table as she looks down at me.

  She smells of sex and cheap perfume.

  “Mmm. Who are you?” she purrs, reaching down to steal some of my bacon from the plate in front of me.

  Brat.

  When I don’t reply, she takes the mug from my hand and sips it. “I’m Briana.” She grins behind the mug.

  “I didn’t ask,” I grind out, taking back my coffee and putting it on the table.

  “Your coffee sucks,” she chirps, nonplussed at my attitude as she walks away. “How do you drink that stuff anyway? Do you have any alcohol?”

  “You lack manners,” I snap, stopping her in her tracks.

  Snorting, she swings her body toward me and makes a gesture with her hands, holding them up in mock surrender, and laughs. “Ohhh, so sorry, Dad.”

  My hand whips out fast, grabbing her wrist and catching her off guard.

  Tugging her body toward me, I throw her skinny ass over my lap. A screech leaves her lips, but she’s too stunned to fight it. I tan her ass with the palm of my hand.

  Thwap!

  Thwap!

  Thwap!

  Shoving her to her feet, I narrow my gaze on her shocked face. Her jaw is unhinged—eyes wide. Fuck, I bet her panties are damp, too.

  “Go get dressed. Tell my brother I’m leaving for the hospital. He can meet me there.”

  This place reeks of misery and death.

  Our mother is in her final hours of life. The battle has been long and tedious—hope given and then stripped away. Happy days are bleeding into long weeks of pain and suffering.

  She was a good woman, a devoted mother. Losing her will be hard on both my brother and me. But to know she’s no longer in a toxic hold of cancer’s grasp will bring us a little peace.

  I can only hope there’s somewhere better she’s going to.

  “Did you spank my date?” my brother’s voice croons, humor tinting his tone as he arrives and comes to stand beside me.

  “She lacked manners, Ren,” I state with a frown.

  “She was a clinger. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get rid of her. Your punishment did the job for me.” He shoulder nudges me. “Thanks.” He hands me a piece of paper with a number scribbled on it.

  “What’s this?”

  “Her number. She asked me to give it to you.”

  Scrunching the paper up, I slip it into my pocket until I find a trashcan to throw it in.

  “Gee, thanks.” I grimace.

  “No problem. You going in or going to stare at her through the window all day?”

  I’m not ready.

  “She looks peaceful,” I mutter. “I don’t want to disturb her.”

  She’s left us. I can feel it.

  “Did you get the money from William’s father?” he asks, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets to stop the tremor of sorrow from being visible to me.

  “I did.”

  “Enough?”

  “Enough to pay Mom’s final bills and enough left over to start our company.”

  “It’s going to be a success, Ronan,” he assures me. “It has to be.”

  Offering him a tight smile, I nod in agreement. “I don’t know how to fail,” I jest to lighten the mood and it works, making him scoff.

  He knows it’s true.

  Failure isn’t something I can allow.

  We need a win.

  “It’s time, boys,” the nurse informs us.

  The pit in my stomach is back in full force. I grip my brother’s shoulder, and for the last time, push open the door to Mom’s room.

  Present—Twelve years later

  Lighting a candle, I embrace the familiarity the scent brings and smile down at the photograph of my mother, brother, and me on a day trip to the beach before she got sick.

  “Simpler times,” Ren says, nudging me as he raises his near-empty bottle. “Twelve years and I still miss her.”

  I nod in agreement, words unnecessary at the moment.

  Missing her will never leave us. Every year we spend this night together, lighting a candle in her memory. And every time it hurts.

  “I have someone for you.” He changes the subject and walks over to plant his ass in the chair opposite my desk.

  I pour myself a whiskey and pop the lid off another bottle of beer for him.

  “Pray tell.” I grin, handing him the bottle.

  “An artist,” he clarifies, taking the bottle and smirking. “Not whatever the fuck you have running through your mind.”

  Wouldn’t be the first time he passed a woman my way.

  “Don’t leave me in suspense.” I take the seat opposite him, watching as his eyes brighten with excitement.

  “Young, fresh, untapped talent. No training, so she hasn’t picked up bad advice or habits.” He beams, enthusiasm brimming from him like an overexcited kid. I haven’t seen him this happy in, well, forever. It’s his girl. She’s changed him.

  “Her name’s Sofina,” he says from behind his bottle and takes a swig of his beer.

  “Sofina.” I let the name caress over my tongue.

  I like it.

  “She has a presence about her,” he continues. “Captivates the room when she sings.”

  Listening to his excitement while he talks about a potential asset for the label should get me excited too, but there’s a reason he’s in my office talking about how amazing this girl Sofina is and not bringing her in to see me.

  “So what’s the catch?” I ask him, stopping him from carrying on his hard sell.

  “She’s perfect, Ronan. Like Halsey with a touch of that rock growl Pink has. I think she’s marketable and will appeal to all genres.”

  “Again. What’s the catch?” I narrow my eyes on him, and he rubs at his jaw and then grins.

  There it is, asshole. The catch.

  “Okay,” he says with a sigh. “There’s a brother, and he is a tad… What’s the word?”

  “Annoying?” I jest, raising a brow at him.

  Giving me the finger, he leans back and pushes his hat from his head.

  His hair is a me
ss, but that prick can pull it off. Running a hand through his mop of brown strands, he shrugs. “He’s hard work, reluctant to have her let go of his apron strings.”

  “He’s protective?” I ask, intrigued to know why it’s the brother and not parents or a boyfriend who is giving him trouble.

  Sometimes boyfriends don’t like the idea of being left behind if an artist should take off. Other times a parent wants to hold onto power and paychecks. But an overprotective brother? This is a first for us.

  “Possessive,” Ren clarifies, licking his lips because he’s fucking possessive too. Hell, we both are.

  “He got a thing for her?” I frown and Ren screws up his pretty face.

  “She’s his sister, you fucking pervert.” He shivers like the idea repulses him, but he’s a kinky fucker, and there’s not much that surprises me anymore. A brother wanting to fuck his sister isn’t that unheard of, is it? Or maybe I am a fucking pervert. Either way, I haven’t got time for drama.

  “Artists come to us,” I grumble. “We don’t need to seek out girls who come with brother issues.”

  “Just daddy ones?” Ren quips with a smirk.

  It’s my turn to offer him the finger, but I don’t. Instead, I click the computer on and begin looking over numbers for the last quarter.

  I can see him glaring at me from the corner of my eye, but I wait him out. My little brother knows his stuff, and if this girl has caught his attention, then she will be as good as he says she is. But he doesn’t need to know I’m keen to learn more. I’m still pissed about the last band he recently made me sign. The lead singer, Xavi, likes to be an asshole. My limit for assholes is maxed out. Dealing with some little girl’s brother is beneath me, and the label we built from the ground up with blood, sweat, and miracles to make it a success.

  Standing, he digs into his pocket and tosses his phone across the desk.

  “She works at Ritz Russo’s. Always gets a ten-minute slot on Friday nights. Check her out or don’t, but if you don’t and someone else scouts her, don’t bitch to me.” He taps the desk before pointing his finger in my direction. “I need to use the pisser, but I’ll use the one in the hall. I know you hate people using your personal one, Princess.”