Fable's Foes, page 10
part #2 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
He just shook his head and continued to cry, his shoulders shaking. ”Pl-please. I wo-won’t tell.”
“Fable!” I spoke sharper than intended, and his cry caught on a sob and halted. “You’ve got to trust me. If you don’t feel you can trust anyone here, know you can trust me, and I swear you’ll get out of this in one piece. Now, eat up before the cereal goes soggy.”
I allowed him to wipe his eyes, and this time he didn’t stop me from feeding him. One spoonful at a time, he ate his cereal, devouring the contents of the bowl. When he finished, he burped, his eyes widening at the sound.
“Excuse me.”
He looked adorable, his cheeks blazing with embarrassment. I hated that he was bound, but suggesting Booker remove it wouldn’t be worthwhile. He already hated that I talked to Fable and tried to get to know him.
“Full?”
“Can I have some more milk, please?”
I was surprised he asked, but also pleased he was getting comfortable enough to request something he wanted. Was I gaining his trust? Without making a big deal about it, I poured him a glass of milk and handed it to him. He was extremely polite, saying thanks, but then he asked for a straw.
I hadn’t expected that.
“There might be one around here,” I said but didn't feel very optimistic about it. I hunted through Booker’s drawers until I found a small pile of straws. Fable said thanks again but didn’t make any attempt to drink the milk.
Why didn’t he…? Right, I should stop staring at him. I went over to the small sink and washed up the bowl I’d used for the cereal. Booker was lucky that as the second-in-command to Grimm, he had the bigger rooms complete with his own bathroom and kitchenette. The other rooms weren’t as equipped, and our brothers had to take their breakfast in the mess hall with everyone else. Booker didn’t always join us.
The running of the water in the bathroom reached my ears. I closed my eyes, picturing the water cascading down Booker’s firm skin, the droplets caressing muscles I wanted to lick and savor. The urge to kiss every bit of him was so powerful my eyes flew open and sought out the bathroom door.
Despite the uncomfortable tightness in my jeans, I was temporarily distracted by the young man sitting on the floor. Oblivious to me, he was playing with the glass of milk. I watched him blow bubbles through the straw, magnetized by the way his face lit up with a smile. He’d place his hand over the top of the hole in the straw and then stick the straw into his mouth.
A giggle escaped him. He seemed to have completely forgotten that I was in the room with him. His behavior was so odd yet endearing. There seemed to be such innocence in his actions and the emotions that transformed him from beautiful to simply radiant.
In that moment, I wanted to unlock the chain from his ankle and take him as far away from here as possible. How long would it be before this side of him was completely broken? I’d tried reassuring him that nothing would happen to him, but I’d said it for his benefit. Whatever Grimm decided to do to him, he’d have the final say.
As careful as I could be, I passed him on my way to the bathroom. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge me, having way too much fun with a glass of milk than seemed appropriate for someone his age.
I didn’t want to startle him by knocking on the bathroom door, so I merely slipped through and closed the door behind me.
“Zak?” Booker turned off the showerhead.
“My eyes are closed.”
The screen to the shower pulled back, and he stepped out gloriously naked. Memories of him didn’t do him justice.
My attention was fixed on the droplet of water on his right nipple, and my mouth watered to collect it with my tongue. It finally dripped down his chest, converging with a bigger drop that slid down his beautifully sculpted body.
Fuck, this was what I’d given up.
“Liar.”
Booker snagged a towel from the rack. Instead of covering up, he used the towel to rub at his wet hair. His arms stretched upward, caused his pectoral muscles to shift, and I was a second away from begging Booker to let me lick him from his neck to his feet. And when I was done, I’d offer myself up to him. I missed having that thick cock, which was growing beneath my gaze, filling my hole.
“What are you doing here?” He smirked. “I thought you were feeding Fable.”
Fable! Right. The reason I was here in the first place.
“Uh, yeah, uh.” I cleared my throat, annoyed at the smug look on his face. “Are you going to put something on?”
He shrugged. “Why? My nakedness bothering you?”
I swallowed hard. “No, I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Not that I’m not enjoying this little chitchat, but get to it, will you, Zak?”
“It’s Fable.” I dragged my eyes away from his groin. Was he always that long and thick? “Do you notice anything strange about him?”
“You mean other than him not talking?”
“He talks just fine, just not to you.”
He abandoned his hair and rubbed at his skin. “Then what do you mean strange? If I had you tied up, wouldn’t you be a little strange?”
A strangled sound left my throat. “Oh god, can you not talk about tying me up when you’re naked?”
Booker held both ends of the towel and threw it over my head to snag me around the neck. Him pulling me to him was so fucking sexy that I forgot the reason I should stay far from him. I put my hands forward, supposedly to keep my balance, but when they landed on his chest, I admitted to myself that I just wanted to touch him. So lickable.
“What are you really doing here, Zak?” he asked me softly. “You having regrets about ending this?” He grabbed one of my hands and pushed it toward his hard dick. I fucking stroked him. Like what else could I do?
“I don’t know.” I leaned forward and licked his collarbone. “It was the right thing to do.”
“For whom? I wanted you, and you wanted me.” He walked me backward until my back was pressed to the bathroom door. “You still want me. You follow me everywhere I go, and I’ll even admit it. For a second there, I started thinking we could’ve had something special.”
“You didn’t want a relationship,” I murmured, laying my head back against the door. I still had his cock in my hand, stroking that rigid length. How bad would it be if I begged him to fuck me right now?
“You know fucking well things changed between us.” His hand cupped the side of my neck, his thumb stroking my Adam’s apple while he thrust into my fist. “You think I make a habit of sleeping in the same bed with just some random dude I want to fuck? To have dinner, spend time together like normal couples do?”
“We’re anything but normal.”
“And you know what the funny thing is, Zak?”
“Yeah?”
He pressed his lips to my neck, where his hand had been, and I moaned unashamedly, leaning my head back for him to really get those teeth into my skin. His lips barely ghosted over my flesh, and it was so frustrating.
“Booker,” I gasped. “Fuck me, please.”
“That’s just it, Zak.” He caught my earlobe between his teeth. “I could tell you to get on your knees and suck me off, and like a horny slut, you’d do it for me, wouldn’t you? I could pull your jeans around your ankles, turn you to the door, and fuck your raw, and you’d beg me to breed your ass, wouldn’t you? I could, but I won’t, because that’s exactly what you want. To convince yourself that what we had was just sex so you can sleep at night, knowing you ruined a good thing.”
He grabbed my hand and forced it away from his dick. My entire body was so taut with sexual tension that I couldn’t believe he’d just pulled away from me.
“What you’re putting out isn’t exactly what I’m interested in, Zak.” He walked to the medicine chest and removed his shaving cream and a razor. “When you want to get real with me, then let me know. If that’s not now, then get the fuck out of my bathroom.”
Chapter Eleven
Booker
After catching myself checking my watch for the umpteenth time, I scowled and made a show of stuffing my hand into my pocket. Leaning back against the wall, I lurked in the shadows, actively engaging my mind to peruse the dark club. The two prospects from the Grimm Reapers I’d spotted earlier were sitting in a booth with two good-looking go-go boys straddling their laps.
I shook my head, not even entranced by the sight of their bare ass cheeks in the thong they wore. I always prided myself on having a high sex drive, but my casual interest these days was nonexistence.
Together, Fable and Zak took up a lot of mental energy. Since Fable responded better to Zak and ignored me for the most part, I should’ve done the same. Ignore his trifling ass. Easier said than done.
There was no escaping him when he was right there tied to my bed. I couldn't avoid him, those pathetic nursery rhymes of his, the way his big blue eyes followed me everywhere, even though he refused to speak.
"You could keep him in Clem's room."
Zak had suggested yesterday that if Fable bothered me so much, he could stay in Clem's old room. Why hadn't I taken him up on the offer? Fable was my responsibility, and I didn't want to let him out of my sight unless it was absolutely necessary. It was highly unlikely he’d be able to escape the premises. If by some lucky chance he got out of the restraints, then my bedroom, he wouldn’t get past the security post.
Still, I couldn't be too cautious when it came to the welfare of the club.
"Hey there, Mr. Bouncer." A guy sidled up to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He shouted to be heard over the music. "Wanna have some fun with me?"
I opened my mouth, but as his proposition sank in and the reality of how fast I was about to turn him down without really considering his offer, I paused. He was an attractive guy wearing a black sequined top that was left open at the front to show off his chest.
He wasn't nearly as pretty as Fable or devastatingly handsome like Zak. He was filled out like a guy who could take a deep ass-fucking, and usually this was the way I liked my men. Still, his presence didn't sit right with me. My encounter with Zak in my bathroom two days ago had left me unsettled.
"Sorry, but I'm working." I gave him an apologetic smile.
"You sure? Seems like this place is all covered. Just want to suck on your cock a little." He giggled, his hand reaching between my thighs and clamping onto the said object of his fantasy. "Oooh, there's nothing little about this, is there?"
My cock pulsed in his hand, a natural reaction to the stimulus. It reminded me how long I’d been without sex. I hadn't touched another soul since Zak.
Two days ago, he’d been begging me to fuck him. Easy as pie. Sometimes I regretted I’d turned him down. At least the sex would’ve been good, but I wanted more. I wanted the waking up in the morning to find his leg thrown over my hip or his head on my chest. I wanted to have him interrupt my shower to wash my back and my balls.
I’d basically given him the invitation for us to pick up right where we’d left off, but instead, he’d walked out of the bathroom and returned to entertaining Fable like nothing had happened between us. If that was his way of telling me he didn’t want a relationship, then fuck it. Why should I turn down the opportunity to unwind with a good-looking stranger?
"On your knees."
"Here?"
The corner I was lounging in was partly visible, but I’d chosen it because it wasn't exactly the part of the room that would grab someone's attention.
"Yeah." I placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed. "Well, don't wait too long."
His eyes widened; his nostrils flared. The strobe lights of the club swept over the expanse of the interior, illuminating us for a brief second before shifting. Mind made up, the guy dropped to his knees and attacked my jeans.
He moved quickly, his hand tugging at my belt. When he finally had my cock out by the hand, he tilted back his head and gazed up at me. His eyes were hidden, and although I didn't hear it, I’d bet that he let out a moan. He didn't stop staring at me as he took a swipe at the head of my cock with his tongue.
He barely waited a nanosecond before he wrapped his lips around my cock, descending until I hit the back of his throat. He had wicked skills when it came to blow jobs. I hadn’t met many guys who could take all of me, but he did, my cock sliding down the back of his throat.
His lips were aggressive, abrasive, sucking too hard. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and it didn't take long for the novelty of warm lips around my dick to wear off. The face looking up at me was all wrong, but what scared the shit out of me and had me jamming my fingers in his hair was the image of Zak and Fable both on their knees before me.
"Fuck!"
My climax startled both of us. My cock jerked, and I spurted cum down his throat. Clutching the back of his head with both hands, I snapped my hips forward, fucking his face without mercy until he gagged and pulled back. He choked, coughing, specks of my cum flying out onto the floor.
I leaned heavily against the wall at my back and tried to catch my breath.
What the fuck was that about? My heart raced in my chest, and the muscles in my thighs were so tense I couldn’t move.
The young man licked his lips, his eyes narrowed to beads. "That's it?"
I couldn't remember ever coming that quickly before, and all from thinking about Zak and Fable. Zak and Fable? Where the hell had that combination come from?
I’d had my fair share of threesomes before. I’d had them with Grimm all the time. It had been one of our favorite things to do—sharing someone between us, but the two people imprinted on my mind were unexpected.
I didn't even like Fable. I tolerated him because I couldn't kill him. There was some truth that he’d only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Having him in my place made me feel like I was in limbo, and I hated that. I was a man of action. I eliminated threats and meted out justice by the standards of our leader. I didn't sit back and wait for a problem to solve itself.
Fable was bad enough. Even while he irritated me, I could appreciate his beauty. Those long, toned legs and the pouty full lips. The way his ass stretched his borrowed jeans, which were at least a size smaller than him.
He usually ran off to the bathroom whenever I removed his chain for him to tend to his needs. His tight ass hadn't escaped my attention, but I'd never really dwelled on its perfect round shape before, just appreciated it in the passing moment.
Worse still was thinking of Zak in this light. Was I a glutton for punishment? Zak had made it clear he was no longer interested in me like that. Yet he teased, and he damn well had to know how much he tormented me when he was around. Just a whiff of his aftershave and longing filled me.
Bothered at the train of my thoughts, I fixed my clothes without saying a word to the guy, who still stood as if expecting something from me.
"How much?" I asked him.
His shoulders stiffened. "Well, fuck you. A guy can't offer a blow job without being accused of being a hooker? Well, guess what? You fucking suck. You didn't even last for a minute."
Tempted as I was to smack his face for the insolent remark, I sidestepped him and disappeared into the crowd to escape him. I might’ve lost him, but the images in my mind refused to go away.
At the end of my shift, I had a cut above my eye from a guy who’d punched me while wearing his wedding ring. Served me right for being distracted. I hopped onto my bike and headed back to the clubhouse, the cool night air refreshing to my mind and body. Too bad it couldn't do anything to my soul, which was already destined for hell anyway.
I hated the way my adrenaline went up when I arrived at the clubhouse. The way my heart raced at the sight of Zak's bike, Patty, still standing outside. He was supposed to watch Fable tonight while I worked at the club. When Zak left, Cass was supposed to keep an eye on Fable in case he needed anything.
To prove to myself I had no reason at all to rush back in, I rolled a joint and took my time to smoke it down to its butt. My gaze was transfixed to Zak's bike, and I recalled the night I'd fucked him against it back in his garage.
Fuck, I got so hard thinking about that night. Great. My dick apparently still had a thing for Zak. And what? Now Fable too? I would’ve thought it to be a clusterfuck except it meant absolutely nothing but torture to my brain. In the time Zak and I were together, he’d told me how he felt about sharing. He was dead set against it.
Not that it mattered, since Fable hated my guts. Plus, there was the whole me-kidnapping-him thing and the threatening thing.
I chuckled, the sound rasping through the night. I must be going all kinds of stupid to be thinking about Fable this way. I was really going wacko to seriously be considering something so abysmal.
"Booker, what the hell are you doing out here alone?" Grimm’s voice startled me. I checked behind him for a slender fem boy to follow suit, but Jamie was nowhere to be seen.
"Having a smoke." I showed him the blunt. "This is some premium weed."
"Ours?"
"Nah. We barely have a finger dipped in the trade anymore."
I wasn't sure how I felt about that. When I joined the Grimm Reapers, Grimm had already been in the process of changing up how these clubs usually ran. Still, we'd had our hands deep into some illegal honeypots. Over time, he’d pulled us toward more honest work.
In some ways, I missed the thrill. In others, it was safe not having to watch my back for the police or bribing some money-hungry cop when they stopped me for a search and found my stash.
"You think that was the right thing to do?" Grimm paused beside me.
"It's not up to me to tell you the right thing to do."
Grimm's scowl was illuminated by the powerful lights that were used outside the clubhouse at night.
"Don't feed me that bullshit. You've always been free to speak your mind."
"Sometimes I miss the old days." I shrugged. "I mean, we can still deal, even without the heavy stuff."
"Then we'll bring it up in our next church session." He slapped me on the back. "We’ll see what everybody thinks. Go get some sleep. We have some tough decisions to make tomorrow."
