Brick Shithouse by Bijou Hunter

You’ve heard the saying, “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
Well, that’s me in all my six foot seven glory when I first see the petite firebrand, Audrey Johansson. No, no, I don’t literally fall to my knees and thank God for introducing me to the mother of my future giant babies. I’m far too rugged for such hopeless displays of schoolboy lust. However, on the inside, I immediately stake my claim on the ballbusting beauty and begin planning our entire lives.
As I see it, Audrey is a lost, little sheep searching for her sexy, super-sized shepherd. Unfortunately, her father isn’t a fan of my breakneck, romantic plans. A tattooed, biker hotshot in their Kentucky neck of the woods, Cooper Johansson expects me to kiss his f’ing ring if I hope to cuddle up with his baby girl.
Never going to happen.
As the son of a junkyard dog, I can growl with the biggest of badasses. So despite Cooper’s snarling threats, I have no doubt I’ll win Audrey’s heart as completely as she’s stolen mine.