BOYS’ NIGHT OUT

  No Daddies Allowed

  The Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Extra 2

  GIANNI HOLMES

  Cover Artist: Story Styling Cover Designs

  Editor: Tanja Ongkiehong

  Boys’ Night Out © 2020 Gianni Holmes

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  This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental in nature.

  WARNING

  This book contains graphic violence, language, and sexual content. Intended for readers of 18 years and over.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  A Word from the Author

  One: Booker

  Two: Zak

  Three: Fable

  Four: Booker

  Five: Fable

  Six: Zak

  Seven: Fable

  Eight: Booker

  Nine: Fable

  Ten: Fable

  Thank You

  Coming May

  Coming June

  Become a Gem

  So You Loved Fable’s Foes

  More About Gianni Holmes

  A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR

  Dear Reader,

  Authors aren’t meant to have favorites. The same way parents aren’t. But…I do have favorites. I swear it wasn’t intentional, but I completely adore Zak from Fable’s Foes. Yes…that ending, right? It gutted me too, but it was also very fitting for the kind of world these men exist in. (If you haven’t read Fable’s Foes yet, then this extra will be full of spoilers.)

  Thanks so much for being as emotionally invested in my characters as I am. I told one of my readers that I’ve reread that ending for Fable’s Foes so many times. It’s my favorite ending I have written. It reminds me that not everything in life will wrap up the way I want them to, but things still can end with HEA.

  Nevertheless, for all our bleeding and aching hearts, I hope you will take consolation in this extra. My boys have made me so proud, and writing this short…can I just say that I’m looking forward to writing Cass and Mort’s story?

  I love hearing from readers, and if you care to join us, my Facebook reader group is facebook.com/groups/giannigems.

  XoXo

  Gianni

  Sometimes having fun with your best friend is all the therapy you need.

  Unknown

  BLURB

  Zak

  After what happened to me, I just want to move on, live my life with my men. But sometimes to move forward, you must go back. Even when you don’t want to.

  Booker

  Everything should be fine. I have my two men. I have my club, but I don’t have a peace of mind. What happened to Zak…I thought I could let it go. Turns out I was wrong. I want blood. I want my pound of flesh.

  Fable

  I’m living my best life with my two Daddies and my besties, but there’s still so much I have left to experience. Finally, I think I’m ready to let it all go and have some fun on our boys’ night out. No Daddies are allowed.

  BOYS’ NIGHT OUT

  Extra 2

  ONE

  BOOKER

  T

  he second I entered the house, I heard the giggling. Some of the tension left my shoulders, and I smiled at Fable’s high-pitched shriek. Despite the dual nature of my stop at the clubhouse, bringing Fable with me had been an excellent decision. After the tedious workweek at the hotel, he’d needed some downtime with his friends.

  When Zak had suggested he visited with Jamie and Cass, Fable had been hesitant about leaving Zak alone, but Zak wouldn’t hear the end of it. Something about him doing his manscaping while we were out of the house.

  Despite everything that had happened, it made me feel slightly better that he hadn’t lost his humor. And I fully expected him to be just as manscaped as he’d promised when we got home.

  I was ready for some alone time with both my men.

  At the entrance of Grimm’s living room, I paused and surveyed the scene before me with a snicker. These three boys would be the death of us. Cass, Jamie, and Fable had turned the living room upside down.

  They had pillows mounted in the center of the room with sheets draped over in a tent-like fashion. Stuffed toys were spilling out from the entrance they held parted with clothespins of all the things.

  Jamie wasn’t much into toys, but he kept them around because he knew Fable was. Of late, Cass seemed into the ideas of stuffies as well and even had one of his own now.

  “You can’t lie,” Cass said from inside their makeshift tent. “Remember, the rule of the fort is that you can’t lie. It’s our nonjudgmental zone.”

  “You know I don’t like to talk much about sex,” Fable replied. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  “I agree with Cass,” Jamie said. “Sex is beautiful, and it’s with two guys you care about. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

  “We do things,” Fable said in a squeak.

  The tent shook as they shifted around and laughed. “Newsflash, babe,” Jamie returned. “I’m pretty sure we all do things.”

  “Yeah, but you give, so it’s different. Cass and I receive.”

  “What does that even matter? Plus, Grimm and I flip sometimes. I even like it. Fucking him right after he fucks me. It’s hot.”

  The long groan had to have come from Fable. “Jeez, I don’t know how you can talk so casually about it.”

  “Because we love sex,” Cass piped up.

  “I’m not saying I don’t,” Fable said. “I looooove sex with Booker and Zak. They’re both so nice.”

  Nice? I wasn’t sure I liked that word at all. Zak and I were doing something wrong if that word described sex with us.

  “Nice?” Both Cass and Jamie echoed.

  “Sex with Booker is not just nice,” Cass said, making me uneasy. “It’s epic. He has an awesome dick.” A soft thud sounded as if someone had hit him. “Sorry. I don’t mean to offend you.”

  “You didn’t offend me,” Fable replied. “I already know you’ve slept with everyone in the club. And I know Booker wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole now. Daddy Zak would cut off his balls. I’d help him.”

  I couldn’t listen to their chatter anymore. Some of Zak’s possessiveness had rubbed off on Fable. It wasn’t all unpleasant, but nobody wanted to hear someone threaten to cut their junk off.

  “Fable!” I called as I entered the living room. They didn’t have to know how long I’d stood there listening to them.

  “Papa!” Fable squealed. A foot kicked a sheet loose. “Oof. Watch your elbow.” And the entire construction came tumbling down over them.

  I laughed as they tried to untangle themselves from sheets and pillows. Fable’s flushed face appeared.

  “Hi, we were just—”

  “Talking about your dick,” Cass filled in for him, crawling out.

  “Were you now?” I asked, amused.

  “I didn’t tell them anything,” Fable rushed to say.

  I shook my head at him. “It’s okay if you did. You’re allowed to swap stories with your friends.”

  “It’s okay?”

  “Yup. You think we don’t talk about you too?”

  His mouth fell open. “What do you say about me?”

  “That’s for the grown-ups to know,” I teased.

  Jamie’s face appeared next, and he yanked the sheet away, exposing them more. “That’s it. We demand that boys’ night out we’ve been planning. What do you say, guys?”

  “I’m always in for a good time,” Cass agreed.

  “I guess if my Daddies are okay with it.”

  “I’m quite sure Zak and I will be cool with that as long as you promise to be safe.”

  “We will!” Fable scrambled out from beneath the sheet and ran over to me. I pulled him into me, feeling almost at peace with the look of happiness radiating from his whole being.

  Now to get rid of that one thing hanging over my head like a bad cloud.

  “You ready to go?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, I am.”

  He bit into his bottom lip and eyed me. He hadn’t wanted to mention our sexual escapades with his friends, but the truth was Fable was wild in bed. Dirty. So filthy.

  Zak and I had lucked out on this one.

  “Say good-bye to your friends.” I kissed his forehead. If I latched onto his lips, we’d strip right there and confront the need in my pants. “I just need to talk to Mort real quick, and then we can go.”

  “Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

  I left him with his friends and hurried to the clubhouse. When I slipped out ten minutes ago, Mort had just returned with our new prospects. New prospects we had because we’d taken a vote not to patch the previous ones who had been vying for membership with us.

  It had taken almost four months, but the full truth had come out, and I was just relieved none of the guys I related to deeply had been involved in what had happened to Zak.

  I just couldn’t let it go. I had promised. I had tried. But in the end, it still rested heavily on my mind.

  I found Mort in the mess hall with the other guys. He had changed a little since he’d become the club enforcer. More serious. Less likely to get into stupid shit for no reason other than that he got off on it. I hoped somewhere in there his maturity was also because he wanted to be a better man for Cass. The boy deserved so much more than being a hole for Mort to scratch his itch.

  A sweep of the room revealed Jugular getting familiar with the squirming guy on his lap. Bitterness cramped my stomach, and when he glanced up in my direction, I had to look away lest he saw the anger directed at him.

  I’d never quite paid him much attention before. He was one of the club members who did what they were told but stayed in the background. He hung out with us at the clubhouse often, stayed at the parties, and banged the hangarounds. Nothing about him had prepared me for the possibility that he might have been involved in the incident concerning Zak.

  Almost four months it had taken for me to get the answers I wanted. Now I could taste the moment of revenge.

  A hand clamped onto my shoulder, and Mort pressed himself up close to me.

  “You keep looking at him like that, and he’ll know we’re on to him,” Mort whispered. “Come on.”

  He tugged, and I made after him. I could feel the eyes on us, but no one would know what we planned to do. I was just relieved Mort was on my side. That he hadn’t been a part of the duo who had attacked Zak from behind. I never believed he was capable of such deceit. I never pegged him for a coward who would do something like that. And thank god my trust was warranted.

  Once we were inside Mort’s room, I leaned against the closed door and watched him. Motherfucker was so tidy when he wasn’t wrecking the place with Cass. Everything was neatly in its own place. Not a piece of clothing anywhere to be seen. No shoes out of place. His bed was made, the pillows fluffed like he was at a damn hotel. A bed he’d recently delivered after he broke the other a couple of months ago with Cass.

  I snorted a laugh. How long would this one last?

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing.” I shook my head. “You sure it was Jug?”

  “Had a confrontation with Bones. He said Jug organized it.”

  “What the fuck did they hope to gain from it?”

  “You know how it is in clubs.” Mort sat on the bed and grunted as he pulled off his boots. “Guys see an opportunity to rise in ranks, and they take it. They thought it was a good idea at the time. Make Zak the scapegoat. They become heroes.”

  “Except they didn’t take credit for it,” I growled. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for someone to own up to this?”

  “According to Bones, Jug wanted to wait to see everyone’s reaction before they took credit.” He grinned at me. “My guess is that they realized they were between a rock and a hard place. Even if the club agreed with their action, they’d have you to deal with, and that thought alone was too scary. Everybody knows you and Grimm are close.”

  “Too bad they didn’t think about that when they did it.”

  “They were fucked up on coke.”

  “That’s no fucking excuse.”

  “Agreed.” He picked up his boots and stacked them in the closet. “So it’s up to you how you want to play this out. Bones is already minus two fingers.”

  A surge of anger filled me that Mort had taken revenge instead of me, but he was the enforcer now.

  “I want blood,” I snarled at him. “I want flesh. I want to hear him scream the way Zak did when they maimed him for life.”

  “I can’t keep this from Grimm, Booker.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “Come on, man. This whole mess started because we all kept our secrets, but that’s the fastest way to sink this club. We must be open about this. We can’t have our men not trust us, or it’s a recipe for disaster.”

  “Just as long as you know, whatever Grimm says, I still want Jug.”

  “We need to give him a fair fight.”

  “You mean like the one they gave Zak?” I clenched my hands into fists. More than three months and I still carried the rage. It had been simmering beneath the surface, remained dormant to put Zak at ease that I’d let it go like he’d asked me to.

  I couldn’t quit the club. They were my family. Plus, stepping out meant being the target of every fucking body out there I’d fucked up in one way or another for this club.

  I wasn’t just staying in the club to protect myself but also the men I loved. My enemies were many, and after I was long gone, they’d still exist and go after Zak and Fable next.

  “We can’t make the same mistakes they did. Besides, are you telling Zak what you’re up to? I thought he was dead set against you retaliating?”

  He was, still refusing to give me names, but we both needed this. Even if he didn’t want to admit it. I couldn’t help feeling responsible and overprotective of him and Fable. I could possibly turn the other cheek if it had been done to me, but not my men.

  Anyone who thought to come after them should always remember that they’d have to deal with me eventually, and that was the way I wanted it to be.

  Fable was no longer defenseless. Zak had taught him how to shoot. At least that part of his life remained, even though he now had to perfect gripping his gun with his left hand. The shooting range had been willing to accept him and his expertise, and he now worked there.

  “I’ll handle Zak,” I told Mort. “Take it up in church if you want to. I’ll let it be known openly that I’m after blood, and we can hash it out, then. The boys are planning a night out, and that may be the perfect time to do this.”

  TWO

  ZAK

  “F

  uck, Booker,” I moaned, leaning forward over Fable and fastening my lips to our boy’s while Booker’s pelvis hit my ass. His grip on my hips was hard, his nails digging into my flesh. The bed shook furiously beneath Fable and me as Booker fucked me hard and deep.

  “Feels good, Daddy?” Fable tore his lips away from me, his eyes alive with excitement. He’d changed so much over the past months, but his love for watching and listening to his two Daddies fuck was still something that got him off every time.

  “Yes, baby.” I bit his chin. “So fucking good.”

  “Pound his hole, Pape,” Fable cried and wrapped his hands around me. I was worried about crushing him, but he didn’t mind my weight. I found his lips again and devoured them, plunging my tongue into his mouth.

  Booker pulled out of me, giving me some relief from his hard drilling. With a groan, I scrambled slightly forward so he could push inside our boy next. I stared down at Fable, at the look of wonder that came over his face. I knew the exact moment Booker bottomed out inside him. Fable’s eyes rolled back, leaving only the whites exposed.

  The bed rocked again, slowly at first as Booker worked Fable’s hole loose. It didn’t take him long to pound into Fable with as much vigor he’d done me, though. He was almost animalistic tonight. Rough. Hard. Callous.

  Fable seemed just as turned on as me by this side of Booker.

  “There’s a good boy,” I murmured, stroking down Fable’s shoulders as he grunted each time Booker thrust. “You want to make Papa come for us, don’t you, baby?”

  “Uh-huh.” He raised his head. “Kiss me, Daddy, please.”

  I kissed him again, moaning into his mouth when Booker slapped my ass hard. Once. Twice. Over and over as he continued to fuck our boy. I soothed him, and I shushed him. At least I tried, but Fable’s cries bounced off the walls.

  Then Booker pulled me back into place and fucked me again. The back and forth between using my hole and Fable’s was so fucking sexy.

  Fable’s hands found both our cocks, and he jerked us off. Warm cum spilled onto my hands a few seconds before he came, but most of it would be from me. He was never able to produce more than a few droplets.

  Smack. Smack. My ass smarted from the blows from Booker’s palm. He spread me, groaning. I knew this part only too well. He stuffed me full of his cum, his hands running down my back.

  “You ready, baby boy?” he asked Fable, who had pulled his hands to his mouth and was licking off our cum.

  Sweet, precious, innocent boy. So dirty.

  “Yes,” he cried eagerly, and I eased up slightly as he scrambled out from beneath my body. He came off the bed and knelt beside Booker on the floor, then kissed Booker’s hip while running his hands up the hard cum gutters that were such a fucking turn-on.

 

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