Micah “Pup” Slayde knows he wants Tackett Austin the moment he lays eyes on him in the Guards of Folsom. Micah wants to have purpose, to be taken care of, and to take care of his Dom—wants to trust him completely, live for him, belong to him. To become his everything. Micah is sure Tackett is the one. The problem is, in order to be the perfect sub, he needs to stay focused, and that’s not easy for Micah, who suffers from what he refers to as a “broken brain.” Focus and adult attention deficit disorder rarely coexist.
Ever since Ty Callahan and Blake Henderson’s collaring ceremony, Tackett’s been thinking too much about his own loneliness. Even though Ty introduces Micah and urges Tackett to give him a try, Tackett isn’t so easily convinced. He’s spent his life pursuing a successful business career, and the subs he dominates almost never enjoy the kiss of his leather twice. Twenty years Micah’s senior, Tackett has no interest in taking on and taming such a young and naughty sub—but it’s difficult to resist such an adorable pup when he begs.
I thoroughly enjoyed Tackett and Micah’s journey; Micah “Pup” Slayde wants Tackett Austin from the moment he sees this sexy Dom at the Gaurds of Folsom.
After witnessing the commitment of his friends Ty Callahan and Blake Henderson fall in love, Tackett has been thinking about his life .. but taken on an untrained sub 20 years his junior was so not what he had in mind.
Yes, the name Pup for Micah comes from the age difference, I will say though at first I was a bit curious about how the age difference would play it, it ended up adding to the story for me.
Having been a successful business man Tackett can now not only can settle down but work less and make his personal life a priority; though young Micah is old enough to understand his flaws, namely what the readers sees a some ADHD like symptoms and an inability to focus. These two make an ideal match; one the reader can feel. Tacket offers structure and displiicine, Micah offers Tacket an unyielding desire to please him; and beyond that each holds a deep understand of the other places in the relationship.
I adored how the author made it so clear what both the Dom and the sub got out of this relationship It was related in vivid detail how this relationship helped the sub and allowed the reader to appreciate how this dynamic improved both their lives.
I really enjoyed the use of the other men from the club; pushing Tackett to get past his concerns and listen to his gut, to just feel the attraction for
Micah. Not just Ty and Blake but also Bobby and Rig’s two other Doms (who
are a couple) from the club. I loved how each man, Dom and sub were given their own personalities, this own kinks and their own reason the lifestyle worked for them.
As Tackett “trains” Micah the reader heart will put as Pup tries his best to focus and listen. I so felt the connection these two had and I enjoyed watching them build a bond, one it becomes clear is not just sexual for spiritual as well.
When Tackett questions if this relationship is truly in the best interest of both men; my heart broke for Micah.
How these two come together.. well that you need to read the book for.. but I will say I loved it!! I truly leaves the reader knowing these two were meant for each other and that both have internalized that.
This was my first book by SJD Peterson but it won’t be my last. actually my next read is Tag Team, Bobby and Rig’s story and I am so excited for it!!!
BONUS Scene *SPOILER ALERT – please do not continue unless you have read Pup*
The bright cast of light from the full moon shining through the open widow of Tackett’s darkened bedroom illuminated Micah’s sweat-slick body. Made it glow. Shine. The sight of his beautiful pup, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes closed, features slack in post-orgasmic afterglow, stole Tackett’s breath. There were days he had a hard time fathoming that he’d ever not wanted this amazing man in his life. Thank god his boy was so persistent.
Tackett traced the outline of the gun tattoo on Micah’s hip. It was one of his favorite places on Micah’s body and one Micah never failed to respond to with a sweet shiver each time Tackett touched it. He slid his hand up Micah’s body, going over the hard planes of his stomach, circling each pierced nipple with the tip of his finger, running along the juncture of neck and shoulder and down Micah’s left arm. Micah had several small tattoos there, butterflies, bees, flowers, and a heart-shaped lock around the stem of one rose. Only then did Tackett realize he had kissed each and every one of Micah’s tattoos, traced them with his tongue, and yet he had no idea what had inspired Micah to get them.
“Tell me about these,” Tackett whispered as he traced along each work of art.
“Hmm?” Micah asked sleepily without opening his eyes.
“The tattoos on your arm, what made you choose these?”
Micah opened his eyes and looked down to where Tackett was running his finger around an intricate butterfly. “I don’t know if I consciously thought about it at first,” Micah admitted. “That butterfly was the first one, and I don’t think I chose it for any reason other than I thought it was pretty. Each time I went back I thought I was picking random things that sparked my interest that day, but after it was all done”—Micah met Tackett’s gaze and smiled—“and after meeting you, I now understand that it’s our story.”
“How so?” Tackett asked curiously.
Micah lifted his arm, turning it as he studied it for a moment. “These are me,” he said, pointing to the butterflies and bees. “Always in motion, fluttering around from one thing to another, rarely landing in one place for long.”
Tackett pressed a soft kiss to Micah’s forehead. “That sounds like my little pup,” Tackett teased.
“Yeah, but see this?” Micah asked, indicating the heart-shaped lock around the rose.
Tackett studied the ink, trying to figure out what Micah meant, but the meaning eluded him. “I don’t get it,” he finally admitted.
“The fluttery things are drawn to it, they need it to live, and when they land on it, it’s the only time they are still for any length of time. Well, this fluttery thing doesn’t only need you to truly live, but I locked you up tight in my heart.”
Tackett’s chest tightened, and he couldn’t help but press a loving kiss to Micah’s smiling mouth. “I so love your sweet scatterbrain,” he murmured. “Hell, I love every crazy, fluttery inch of you,” he added and kissed Micah again.
“Love you too,” Micah said and pushed up closer to Tackett.
The dark stars on either side of the script “Tolerance is Key” inked along the inside of Micah’s right arm was self-explanatory, but now he was even more curious about the meaning of the comical tattoo in his right bicep. “What about this one?” Tackett asked. It was the Pulp Fiction guys with their guns drawn, but instead of their faces, one sported a Darth Vader mask, the other a storm trooper mask. “Does this one have some deep significant meaning?”
“Nope? There has to be a story behind it, a reason you picked it,” Tackett pushed.
“I walked into the shop, saw it on the wall, and screamed out, ‘That’s fucking hilarious.’ Five minutes later I was sitting in the artist’s chair.”
Tackett shook his head and laughed. “Yup! Totally in love with that beautiful scatterbrain of yours.”
“Part of my charm,” Micah giggled and batted his long lashes at Tackett.
“Yes it is,” Tackett said sincerely. Tackett rolled them until he was on his back and Micah’s head rested on Tackett’s chest. He placed a kiss to the top of Micah’s head. “Now go to sleep, boy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”
“Are you going to give me at least a little hint to what we’re doing?”
“We’re going to the club—”
“I know that,” Micah interrupted. “But what is so special about tomorrow that you had to buy me a new fancy outfit?”
Tackett’s hand connected with Micah’s ass cheek, causing his pup to jump. “Didn’t I tell you not to ask any more questions about that, boy?”
Micah sighed dramatically. “Yes, sir,” Micah said in a pouty tone.
“Good boy, now go to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” Micah agreed and shifted closer still and threw a leg over Tackett’s. “Love you,” he whispered and buried his face in Tackett’s chest.
Tackett wrapped his arms around Micah and closed his eyes, content. “Love you too, pup.”
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