My Confused Cub by Jayda Marx

Jay – I’m not what you’d call a “people person”. I prefer peace and quiet over crowds, and I’d rather bury myself in paperwork than have a conversation. It’s not that I dislike people necessarily, but I do hate their drama; I’ve got enough of that shit in my personal life. I recently learned that the man who raised me isn’t my biological father; rather, my father is a grumpy asshole named Brooks. The news broke my family apart and I originally took all of my anger out on Brooks, but I gave him another chance thanks to a man named Noah, who is now engaged to my father. He’s also four years younger than me. So yeah, I now have three dads, and I’m older than one of them. Brooks and I now get along great; under his gruff exterior, he has a heart of gold, especially when it comes to Noah and me. My mother reconciled with her husband, and Noah and I are best friends. But the drama doesn’t stop there. For some time, I’ve been questioning my sexuality. I’ve never had a successful relationship with a woman, and haven’t even fantasized about a woman in nearly four years. Who have I fantasized about? My silver fox of a boss, Mr. Taylor. When he began starring in my self-love shower scenes, that was my realization of, “Hmm, maybe I’m not as straight as I thought I was”. Even though Mr. Taylor is at the top of my list, it’s not just him that I’m attracted to; I’m drawn to men older and grayer than me. But don’t I have enough drama with older men in my life? Is this a weird extension of my daddy issues? I’m confused as hell and haven’t come out to anyone. Can I even do that when I don’t have any experience to speak of? “I think about my boss when I touch myself” isn’t the type of thing I’m ready to share with the family. When I get tough news at work and my life gets tipped on its head, a drunken night and a pity party for myself leads me on a path of self discovery, and I learn that maybe things aren’t so confusing after all.

Vic – While covering a shift at the bar I own, I’m drawn to a handsome man with pain and confusion in his pretty gray eyes. When whiskey opens his floodgates and he divulges his story, I learn that this tall, broad bear of a man is as unsure and nervous as a little cub. He’s having trouble finding himself. He needs someone to take their time and show him everything he’s missing; someone older with more experience who will be patient and gentle. Someone like me. My last relationship was with a younger man, but it ended in disaster, and I’m not keen on reliving that experience. But no-strings-sex with a hot younger man? Oh, hell yes. All I have to do is not get attached. What could possibly go wrong?

*This M/M May-December low angst romance is for readers 18 and up! It follows an insta-love relationship on the fast track. It has no cheating or cliffhangers, and a very happy HEA.