Boss Daddy's Knots: an MPreg Romance (Meadow Street Brothers Book 2) Read online

  Boss Daddy’s Knots

  A Meadow Street Brothers book

  Anna Wineheart

  Contents

  Boss Daddy’s Knots

  1. The Worst Day Ever

  2. The New Boy

  3. Bondaging Chickens

  4. King’s Instincts Approve

  5. Wilkie Puts On A Show

  6. A Terrible Discovery

  7. King’s Knots

  8. A Contract

  9. Care

  10. King Takes Care of Wilkie

  11. Wilkie’s Reward

  12. The Reward, Part 2

  13. The New Contract

  14. The Storm

  15. Wilkie Tries To Impress King

  16. The Discovery

  17. King’s Knots

  18. King Claims Wilkie For Real

  19. Wilkie Tries To Surprise King

  20. The Disastrous Dinner

  21. Wilkie Meets The Brothers

  22. A Glimpse Into King’s Past

  23. Are We Boyfriends?

  24. Shopping For Carrots

  25. Pining

  26. King Misses Wilkie, A Lot

  27. Making Up

  28. Punishment and Reward

  29. You Want Who To Be A Brother?

  30. Closure

  31. Childbirth

  Epilogue

  Also by Anna

  About the Author

  Copyright Anna Wineheart 2020

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.

  Warnings: non-consensual pregnancy (as a result from circumstances with dubious consent), on-page cheating by an ex, verbal abuse

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  Boss Daddy’s Knots

  Boss. Neighbor. Old enough to be Wilkie's dad. Or... Daddy?

  When Wilkie discovers his to-be ex cheating on him, he packs and leaves. But he's now homeless, and without a job.

  Enter King. Wilkie's too-handsome, too-hot new boss. Who also happens to be his "backdoor neighbor". What that means? Their bedroom windows face each other. Wilkie sees things he shouldn't. And so does King.

  When Wilkie discovers his surprise pregnancy by his ex, he's horrified with himself. He needs someone and he doesn't know who to turn to.

  King helps him. In King's arms, Wilkie feels safe. In King's arms, Wilkie feels treasured. In King's arms, Wilkie feels like... maybe he's not so tainted by his past anymore.

  Despite King's promises, can Wilkie really trust his new Daddy not to walk out on him? Like every other alpha has?

  1

  The Worst Day Ever

  Wilkie unlocked the front door, all but bouncing on his feet. He’d just spent the last of his wages on an apple pie for Terance. His alpha had been listless lately, irritated whenever Wilkie saw him.

  So this apple pie would save the day. It was Terance’s favorite.

  He swung open the front door and skipped into the apartment, trying to contain his excitement. At least until Terance received his gift. That would cheer him up, right? Wilkie had even lied about working until closing—so he would be home much earlier than Terance expected.

  The apartment was silent, though. Unnaturally so.

  Wilkie frowned, tiptoeing to their bedroom. Had Terance fallen asleep instead of playing music while he worked? Then he heard a sound—laughter.

  It didn’t sound like his alpha’s. Was it a visitor? In... their bedroom?

  Clutching the apple pie to his chest, Wilkie peeked past the bedroom door, which had been left ajar. Movement. On the bed. Then came a moan, and the distinct, unmistakable sound of hips slapping together.

  Not again. Not Terance. Terance had promised Wilkie that there wasn’t anyone else. Even last week, when Wilkie had been in heat...

  Terance had promised.

  His ears ringing, Wilkie pushed the door open. Inside the room, on their bed, Terance had an omega on his back. They were both naked. And Terance hadn’t even seen Wilkie, so distracted was he by the omega under him.

  The omega looked over and froze. Then Terance looked over, too, and his entire body grew stiff.

  Words crowded onto Wilkie’s tongue, followed by a surge of hot anger. “You lied,” Wilkie hissed, his teeth aching with betrayal. “You fucking told me I was the only one.”

  He’d thought Terance was different. He’d thought, for once, he’d found an alpha who wouldn’t lie to him. And he’d finally, finally, after Terance had begged and pushed and whined countless times, finally let Terance fuck him bareback during his heat. Only because Terance had promised to pull out before he came.

  He’d gone and put that same dick into someone else. How many times had he done that while he was still sleeping with Wilkie?

  Wilkie felt so dirty all over.

  Terance scoffed. “You lied, too. I’m fucking tired of you faking it all the time,” he snapped. “You’re always dry as a bone. Did you think I hadn’t noticed?”

  Wilkie flinched, hating that Terance’s cock now glistened with some other omega’s slick. Because they could produce it, and he couldn’t, no matter how horny he got.

  No alpha ever believed that he couldn’t. They always thought he was faking it, even if he was as hard as a rock during sex. Even if musk spilled off his skin. But his ass was dry. And that was all they cared about.

  His eyes burned. Something changed in him right then. Something that shut everything out, leaving only rage. At Terance. At himself, because he’d been so fucking stupid. At his stupid body, for not being like everyone else’s.

  Wilkie tore open the apple pie box. Then he took out the pie, stalked over to Terance, and, with the best aim ever, he smashed the pie into Terance’s face. That was a sight for sore eyes.

  Terance swore and spluttered. Wilkie stormed over to the closet and grabbed what few clothes he had. He stepped into the bathroom. Took his toothbrush. Then he dropped Terance’s razor and toothbrush and watch and his favorite class ring into the toilet—the toilet that Terance always made Wilkie scrub. And which Wilkie hadn’t done in a while.

  He made sure to collect everything that was his. Then he left the apartment and slammed the door, trying to think of what he needed to do next.

  He had to leave this place. And find another job, because he sure as hell wasn’t going back to work at Terance’s father’s dingy shop. He also needed a place to stay. Where?

  Wilkie stormed to the stairs, trying to see past the bundle of things in his arms. Instead, he tripped. His stomach clenched. His clothes and things flew out of his arms, and he tumbled down the hard stairs, pain jolting through his body several times. His head slammed into the wall when he hit the landing; his eyes watered.

  He almos
t burst into tears. Wilkie pulled himself together. He gathered up all his things, wobbled out of the apartment building, and tucked himself into a shadowy corner.

  As he pulled out his phone, his hands trembled. He didn’t want to call his older brother, Gage. Gage had been telling him to quit the relationship with Terance. Wilkie hadn’t wanted to listen; they’d fought over it. Now that Gage had been proven right, Wilkie didn’t want to admit that he’d been an idiot. And he didn’t want Mom and Dad finding out that he’d chosen yet another wrong alpha.

  Wilkie wanted to be capable. He was an adult. He could deal with whatever life threw at him.

  In the end, he texted a friend. Yazmin had her shit together. Maybe he could borrow a room for... a week maybe? Just until he got back on his feet?

  She answered a few minutes later. I’ll come by to pick you up.

  Yazmin was an alpha Wilkie had met two years back, while he’d been living with Gage and his boyfriend. She had a house on the next street in Gage and Ulric’s fancy gated community—who knew how she afforded that? She wasn’t very much older than he was.

  He lost himself in sad, bitter thoughts about Terance, only looking up when she parked next to him. She popped open the trunk; he unloaded his pile of belongings. Gods, he didn’t even have a bag to put everything in.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  Wilkie shrugged, wishing he had everything in control like she did. “I think Terance only wanted me around for my heat. He’s been pissy with me ever since. I should’ve known.”

  He needed a hot shower, he needed to scrub that oily feeling off his skin. He hated that he’d let that man touch him inside. That was the worst. “I also need a job,” Wilkie mumbled. “I just told Terance’s dad I quit.”

  Yaz narrowed her eyes. “You can stay with us for a while, Wilkes. I think my dad needs someone to help with his video filming. You’re good with that, right?”

  “I—Yeah.” He had some experience with it. “When do you think I can start?”

  “Possibly tomorrow. I’ll check with him. He’ll pay you for your time and everything.”

  That sounded a whole lot better than being a cashier at a rundown thrift store. Wilkie hunched into his seat, massaging his bruised head.

  He watched as they drove past the community’s large gates—the houses here were all enormous. He’d grown up in a tiny apartment on the other side of Meadowfall, and it wasn’t until he’d come to live with Gage and Ulric, that he’d seen the mansions some people lived in.

  They pulled up to a familiar house, orange streetlamps illuminating the driveway. Gage lived on the next street; Wilkie wasn’t too keen on saying hi right now. He grabbed his things and followed Yaz into her house.

  Yaz lived with her girlfriend, Lisbeth. They kissed fondly, hugging and smiling. Wilkie felt like a third wheel—same as when he’d lived with his brother and Ulric. He thought about having his own boyfriend.

  Then he remembered Terance, and his stomach turned. He wasn’t getting into another relationship again. He was tired of being cheated on all the time.

  Yaz brought him upstairs. “You can use this bedroom; it faces the back. Set your things down! I’ll need you to collect the curtains and sheets. We were planning to finish this up as a guestroom.”

  And now Wilkie felt guilty about occupying a space they could’ve otherwise used for friends and family. “I’ll pay you rent as soon as I can.”

  “Pssh.” Yaz waved dismissively. “Come get your sheets. Hurry.”

  Wilkie dumped his things onto the bed and scurried after her, grunting when she set heavy drapes and sheets into his arms. Then he climbed back upstairs, dropping those on the bed, too.

  Instead of accepting Yaz and Liz’s invitation to go hang out with them, Wilkie shut his bedroom door, leaving himself in the darkness. He needed time to adjust. Time to just... digest what had happened. Time to curl up and mope and tell himself things would turn out okay.

  Even though he had friends, somehow he just felt so alone right now.

  A light came on somewhere beyond the window. Someone’s... bedroom lamp? Wilkie glanced over.

  The bedroom was a lot closer than he’d expected. These were mansions, right? With big backyards? Except he could see into the bedroom—a huge bed, welcoming golden lamplight, and a framed picture on the wall.

  Right in the middle of the bedroom stood an alpha, his hands curled into his shirt hem, peeling it off his strong chest.

  Wilkie knew he was an alpha by the broadness of his shoulders, the way his biceps flexed as he moved. But he didn’t stop there. He turned, and the golden glow danced off an expanse of perfect pecs and abs. His face, too. It was a handsome face. Familiar.

  The alpha was an older man. A lot older than Wilkie. Maybe in his forties? It was hard to tell. Except the man reached down, and crap he really was unbuckling his belt. And unzipping his fly.

  Wilkie had seen alphas undress before. But never someone in their own bedroom, unaware of him staring. His heart pattered. He knew he should turn away.

  But the man stepped out of his pants, and his boxer briefs clung to his hips, outlining a thick, gorgeous cock.

  Definitely bigger than Terance had been. Probably bigger than anyone else Wilkie had slept with.

  He couldn’t possibly strip all the way down. Wilkie never had luck like this.

  Except the alpha hooked his thumbs into his waistband and eased that last scrap off, and his cock strained up, flushed, something glinting at its tip. Was that a piercing?

  Wilkie’s forehead bumped against the window. He wasn’t even aware that he’d moved, except now his pants were tight, and he needed... something.

  The alpha lay down on his bed, his cock jutting straight up. Like an invitation. Wilkie swallowed hard. His hole squeezed. Like every other time, it didn’t turn slick even though his entire body was hot.

  It didn’t matter now, though. He was just watching his neighbor.

  And his neighbor couldn’t hurt him, couldn’t cheat on him, if he never found out that Wilkie was watching. To him, Wilkie didn’t exist. This was just a show.

  The alpha stroked himself, base to tip, his head tipping back in pleasure. Wilkie’s breath rushed out; he reached into his own pants, matching the alpha’s strokes. Bliss throbbed down his veins. Then the alpha began thrusting into his fist, harder, faster, more vicious—what would that feel like in Wilkie’s ass? Wilkie choked on his moan.

  He pretended that this alpha was a better lover than Terance ever was. He pretended that the alpha would hold him down and pleasure him slowly with that cock, and maybe he’d be okay with Wilkie’s body being weird. Maybe he wouldn’t mind using lube. He wouldn’t tell Wilkie that Wilkie was faking it.

  Wilkie pretended that this new alpha was grinding against his ass with every thrust, his thick tip spreading his cheeks, pushing against Wilkie’s hole. Then it would sink inside him, and burn away every other alpha’s claim.

  That was such a welcome thought; it pulled his balls tight, his cock pulsing in his grip. Then the alpha came, jet after jet of thick come, and Wilkie imagined that flooding him, marking him inside.

  With a soft cry, he emptied himself onto the wall, his body clenching, his heart stuttering.

  Immediately after, his face burned. He’d spied on his neighbor. And gotten off to him. And now he could never look that man in the eye, ever again.

  Wilkie stepped away from the window, wishing he could turn on the light to see where he was going. Except the moment he did, that alpha would discover Wilkie’s presence.

  And Wilkie really liked the peek into that alpha’s life. It was intimate. He could pretend that he was watching the most perfect alpha on the planet.

  People were never perfect in real life. In reality, that alpha would probably reject Wilkie the moment he realized Wilkie couldn’t get wet for him. Or he would cheat, or he’d make Wilkie scrub the toilet every other day, or something.

  In the other bedroom, the alpha opened a door,
greeting a small dog that bounded in. Then he disappeared through another door—probably his bathroom.

  In real life, that alpha probably reeked, and he probably had terrible manners or something. He was probably a lot older than Wilkie thought he was, and he was probably also married.

  Wilkie sighed, fumbling his way over to the bed. He needed to put all these thoughts away and sleep. Then, tomorrow, hopefully Yaz’s dad would have a job for him.

  2

  The New Boy

  “Dad?” Yaz called the moment she stepped through the front door. “I quit.”

  King glanced at the ingredients he’d laid out nicely on the counter, annoyed. Yaz better had a damn good reason. She knew they were scheduled to film a video today. King had planned this a whole week in advance, and he’d really rather not fiddle with the camera between handling raw chicken.

  Before he could answer, she added, “I found a replacement.”

  Huh. Nice of her.

  She traipsed into the kitchen as King rolled his eyes. “I was just going to mention,” he said dryly. “You’re living on my damn property, kid.”

  She rolled her eyes back at him, but she was smiling. “I found you someone better. Wilkie’s been to film school. I barely tolerate moving the camera around, and half the time, I can’t even get the shot you want.”

  Wilkie? The name sounded familiar.

  Yaz waved someone else into the kitchen—a thin omega who was two heads shorter than King. Then again, King towered over most people; it was part of the reason why he’d been picked to play in college basketball, and later, with the New York Rockets.