Miles High, page 12
part #4 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
We sat on the front steps of the house without saying anything for a while. Miles was one step down between my legs. It wasn’t long before his stiff posture changed, and he leaned back into me. I smiled at the back of his head, not wanting to open my mouth and ruin the moment, even though I’d told him we should go outside and talk. We needed to. It’d been six days since he left the wedding because of one phone call.
It was hard enough getting words out when it was just us. No way would I be able to do justice to what I wanted to say to Miles when Jamie and Grimm were next door, ready to poke fun at me. I didn’t hold it against them. They had no idea how difficult it was to formulate words when I was around this boy.
“I learned something new today,” Miles said softly.
“Yeah? About what?”
“I learned about littles and daddies. Not that I’d learned everything, but it was enough.”
“Enough for what?”
“To know I’d love to have a Daddy someday. I wouldn’t need one like Fable does. That’s a bit too extreme for me, but something a bit above what Jamie has with Grimm. More than just bedroom fun.”
Was that his way of asking me if I wanted to be his Daddy?
“I like the way the boys can be carefree, knowing their daddies are there for them.” He kicked at a pebble. “And I’d like that for me too. It’s been just me for so long. Me taking care of everything, and I’m tired, Rubble. Tired of always having to find the answer. Tired of…”
“Tired of what?” What had he been going to say?
He shook his head. “The hardest thing I had to do was to turn you down when you told me you wanted to take care of me that way. I so badly wanted you to.”
“Then why won’t you let me?”
“Do you think I could?” His breaths came out in quick, excited pants. “Just for one night? See how it feels?”
“You want me to be your Daddy only for one night?”
“I know it’s not fair to you, but—”
“Done.”
He tilted his head back and looked up at me. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Fuck, Miles, I’ll take anything I can get with you.”
He lowered his eyes. “It shouldn’t have to be this way.”
“I’m convinced it won’t always be. We just need one day at a time, right?”
“What if it’s not enough?”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I caught him around the waist and pulled him to sit in my lap with his back to my chest. I buried my face in the side of his neck, holding him to me. He felt so good. So right. How could he belong to another man when he melted into my touch like this?
“It will be,” I promised him. “I even got a mani-pedi for you.”
A laugh startled out of Miles. “Is that what I sensed different about you?”
He shrugged. “It could also be the blowout I got or the facial. Maybe a combination of everything.”
“You did all that for me?”
I groaned. “Yes, but it’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t. But why?”
“I don’t know. I thought maybe if I seemed more refined that you would like me more.”
He shifted around in my lap and straddled my thighs, his arms resting loosely around my neck. This was the way things should be between us. Minus whoever else he had in his life.
“I liked you just the way you were before, Rubble.”
“Then I’m glad I didn’t let Jamie convince me to cut my hair.”
He gasped. “Thank god you didn’t. That would be a crime.” He tentatively ran his fingertips over my jaw. “You don’t have to try to impress me.”
“I don’t see how I can not. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Good different?”
“The best kind of different.”
I cupped his face and kissed him, running my tongue over his bottom lip, then thrusting inside his mouth. Miles rocked against my chest, gripping my shoulders as a moan tore from his throat. He shifted in my lap, and my cock jerked in response. If he was anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to strip him out of his jeans and set him down to ride my cock right there on Booker’s front steps. But Miles deserved much more.
When I ended the kiss, a whimper left him, and he peered up at me through fogged glasses. Chuckling, I removed it from his face, my fingertip touching the sticky tape in the middle.
“What happened to your glasses?”
A flash of pain crossed his face before he took them from me and used the tail end of his shirt to rub the glasses. “I had an accident and fell on them.”
“How much do you need them?”
“Anything up close is a blur without them,” he said.
I peered closer at his face and brushed my hand over his cheek. It was faint, but there was a bit of discoloration.
“Did you hit your face too?”
He ducked his head. “Yeah, I can be a klutz sometimes.”
“Are you sure that’s it? That somebody didn’t put their hands on you, because I swear to god, Miles if—”
“Rubble, I’m fine.” A tremor ran through him. “I promise, it was just a fall.”
But could I believe him? Was this the reason he wasn’t happy with whomever he had a relationship with? Did someone beat him? He had to be smarter than that to stay in an abusive relationship, knowing I had staked my claim on him. Because if someone was hitting him, they’d signed a waiver on their right to live.
“We need to get you a new pair of glasses.”
I took the glasses from his hands and settled them on his nose.
“I can’t right now. The restaurant doesn’t cover health insurance, and they’re crazy expensive.”
“Tomorrow we’ll go get you new ones.”
“You don’t have to. I can still see out of these.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to have my boy walking around with busted-up glasses that he needs. These are broken, so we’ll get you new ones.”
“But—”
“Miles.”
“Yes?”
I chucked him under his chin. “This is a part of what you wanted. The whole Daddy package. You’ll have to learn to accept what I offer you, smile, and say ‘thank you, Daddy.’”
His face turned red, and he glanced down at his hands tugging at my shirt. He took a deep breath, then raised his eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Even though I knew about the lifestyle, I’d never had anyone call me Daddy before. I never cared deeply enough about a boy to give them that privilege. Hearing the words from Miles’s lips filled me with a deep-seated satisfaction I had never felt before. The urge to protect him was stronger than ever. To give him everything his heart desired.
“Should we go inside, do you think?” he asked me.
“Yeah. Any minute, I expect Jamie to come out and ask if we’re a couple now.”
And I had the same question. He’d asked for one night. I’d asked for a day at a time. We’d start tonight and see where life took us. And if it didn’t, then I’d just have to take it myself.
“They seem oddly interested in us being a couple.”
I boosted him out of my lap and took his hand.
“They have their own little support system going on,” I told him. “And that’s good because it ain’t easy loving a biker. Some days are not too bad, but others are rough. You sometimes get caught up in situations that won’t guarantee you’re going to walk away alive.”
His grip tightened around me. “And you won’t leave it?”
“You don’t leave family behind. We got each other’s backs, although sometimes we get on each other’s nerves too. I’ve never felt more accepted than I do in this group.”
“Then I’m glad you have your brothers.”
And now I’m glad I have you.
We walked back inside, following the chatter into the living room, but it ceased as we stepped through the door. Miles hid behind me, but I wouldn’t let him and tugged him next to me. These were my brothers, and them going to the salon with me was all I needed to know they supported me a hundred percent.
“Miles, you come and sit right here.” Jamie patted the couch between him and Fable.
“Nah, he’s sitting with me.”
I thought Jamie would be upset with me, but he seemed even more excited when I took a seat and pulled Miles onto my lap.
“No one said anything about it being cuddle time already,” was all Jamie said as he got up and plopped down hard into Grimm’s lap, making the big man grunt. Fable frowned, but he needn’t have worried. With just a glance at each other, Zak and Booker relocated to the couch where he sat and sandwiched him between them.
“How much longer is Mort going to be away?” Booker asked.
“Another fucking week,” Grimm said. “He’s having way too much fun being away. When he gets back, what use will he be to us as an enforcer?”
Booker laughed. “Or maybe him being away will make him bloodthirsty.”
Miles shivered against me. He wasn’t used to all this talk, but at least he didn’t run for the hills. The sooner he accepted what the lifestyle of the club entailed, the better for him.
“Angel’s little brother is graduating soon,” Grimm said. “We’ll be there in support with as many of us as possible. He might have lost a brother, but he’s gained dozens more.”
Miles sat up straight in my lap. “I feel like it’s my fault.” He hung his head. “I should never have left Angel that night. Should never have run when he told me to. Maybe together we would’ve been able to stop them, but he didn’t stand a chance on his own.”
I tightened my arms around him. I hadn’t even thought that he might be feeling guilty about Angel’s death since the man had been protecting him when he was killed.
“It’s not your fault. Puddu went after you. You were a victim in the entire operation.”
“I hate being a victim,” he murmured.
“Rubble’s right,” Grimm said, his tone gentle. “Puddu was out of control, and the fact that he went after you when you had nothing to do with the club but only worked for Mort shows that. The son of a bitch got what he deserved for the damages he did. Angel died a hero’s death, protecting you, and we’ll remember him that way and make sure his family is taken care of.”
I kissed Miles’s temple, and he gave me a small smile.
Zak ordered pizzas that were gone in record time. The boys disappeared shortly after, and although I didn’t want Miles out of my sight when I didn’t know how much longer we would be together, I let him go. He seemed to crave the boys’ friendship.
“Everything good?” Grimm asked me when they left.
I nodded. “For now.” But I didn’t want to go into it with him. I didn’t even fully understand what I was up against with Miles.
When the boys came back, Miles announced he should get going. I checked my watch surprised it was already past eight.
“I’ll walk with you.” I waited as he hugged his new friends and waved at the bikers.
“He’s too cute,” Zak said to Booker. I couldn’t agree more.
“Do you have to go already?” I asked him as we walked to his car together.
“I think I should. It was a lot to take in today.”
“I’m sorry if I’m coming off a bit strong.”
He bit his bottom lip. “You are, and in a normal situation, I wouldn’t have minded at all.”
“But—”
He shook his head but at least closed the gap between us. “Will you kiss me good-bye, Daddy?”
“Try and stop me.”
I leaned forward and captured my boy’s lips. I hauled him up against my body until his feet were off the ground. He was so small. A strong urge filled me to carry him off to a cave somewhere, hide him inside, and sit at the mouth, snarling at anything that got too close. But this wasn’t the stone age, and I wasn’t a caveman.
Barely.
I reluctantly set him on his feet. “I’ll call you tomorrow about meeting up to get your new glasses.”
At first, I thought he would argue, but he smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
Yes, I had one more day.
Miles slid behind the wheel of the car and inserted his key into the ignition, but all he got was a sputter. He growled. “Come on, don’t do this to me.”
“Here, let me try.”
He got out of the car, and I took his place, but it didn’t make a difference. His car was old, clean and neat, but seemed to have run out of steam.
“Does this happen often?” I asked.
“Yes, but it usually starts after a while.”
No amount of effort on my part worked.
“You probably need a mechanic to take a look.”
His shoulders slumped. “Mort warned me this was going to happen. I’ve had this car since high school, and it wasn’t in great shape back then. Is it even worth saving?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll get someone to look at it for you. How about I take you home?”
His eyes widened as he surveyed the two bikes that were parked at the front of the house.
“On that?”
“Yes, I promise you won’t fall. I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t know, Rubble.”
“Let’s try it. If you hate it, then we can find another solution. How about that?”
He inhaled deeply. “Okay.” Then I could have sworn he mumbled something about maybe dying would end everything anyway.
I frowned at him as I took my helmet and settled it over his head. I texted Grimm that I was taking Miles home and that his car was out of service, but I would send someone to pick it up.
“You’re going to hold on to me,” I said.
Miles climbed onto the bike, moving as close as possible to me. He wrapped his arms around me in a viselike grip.
“What if my hands slip?” he asked.
“It won’t, and I promised to go slow. Remember?”
“Okay, I’ll try not to scream.”
He didn’t quite succeed, but they got farther and fewer between the longer we rode. His grip was too tight and uncomfortable, but if it made him feel safer, I didn’t mind. I’d started slowly, allowing him to adjust to the pace, then picked up speed. Soon his arms were gripping me less tightly, and his body was less tense.
When I slowed down at a traffic light, he squeezed me to get my attention.
“Yes?”
“Can we not stop? Just keep going for a while?”
I nodded, smiling. Riding was my life. If he hadn’t liked the ride, it wouldn’t have altered the way I felt about him, but having him enjoy this moment meant more to me than he could possibly realize. When we went to rallies, he could ride with me. Those who didn’t ride usually got left behind and rightly so for the event.
I took off, a destination in mind. My tank was full, so I didn’t have to worry about running out of gas. I left the main road and drove up the trail to the lookout point where my friends and I often visited in high school. Now the kids had other interests and probably didn’t even know about the high spot from which one had a fabulous view over the town.
I came to a stop and lowered the kickstand to keep the motorcycle upright. Miles slid from the bitch seat and promptly fell on his ass in the grass.
“Shit, I forgot about that.” I hopped off and scooped him up from the ground. “Are you okay?”
He giggled. “I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. It happens to many people the first time. It takes a while to get used to riding a bike.”
I removed his helmet, and he combed his fingers through his hair. “I’ve never been up here before.” He glanced around.
“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
“Oh.”
“And you’re twenty-four. You blurted it out the first time we met. When Grimm called you a kid.”
He laughed. “I didn’t make a good first impression. I was afraid he’d toss me out on my ear.”
“I’m glad he didn’t. Come here.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I groaned, pulling him between my legs as I leaned against the bike. “Why does hearing you say that word sounds so good? No other boy has ever called me that before.”
“None?”
“None.”
He placed his hands on my thighs, and I rested my hands on his hips.
“What is it?”
“Just thinking about the things I want to do to you, but not sure how to say them without scaring you off.”
“You have to tell me.” In the pale moonlight, I couldn’t see his face well enough, but I would bet my last dollar that he was blushing.
“It’s quite dirty.”
“Even better.”
My sweet Miles.
“I’m thinking that right now if I had lube on me, I’d bend you over my bike and fuck your ass with my tongue before I shove my dick inside you.”
There had to be a better way to say that.
“But what else can you do that doesn’t involve that?” His breath came out in low and shallow pants.
“I can still tongue you and suck your dick. I want to taste your cum.”
His chest heaved against my stomach. “Y-you wouldn’t want me to do it back to you?”
“Only if you want to. I want you to enjoy it.”
“But how would you like for your boy to suck you off? Hypothetically speaking.”
“I’d grip your hair, hold your head back just right, and rub my cock over your lips, teasing you with it before I tell you to open up.” Fuck, I was turning myself on, telling him my fantasies. “And when you do, I’d slide my length into your mouth and make you take as much of it as you want. Then I’d slowly fuck your face while you’re staring into my eyes, and not for one moment will you forget that I’m not the one feeding you.”
“Would you want me to swallow?” he whispered.
“I’d like that, but it’s whatever you want to do.”
“Daddy.” He placed a hand over my thumping heart.
“Yes, baby?”
A shiver ran through him. “Call me that again.”
“Baby.”
“It feels so good to hear you say that.”
“If you give me a chance, I’ll call you that for the rest of your life.” I was probably pushing too much too soon, but when it was right, there was no such thing as too soon.
It was hard enough getting words out when it was just us. No way would I be able to do justice to what I wanted to say to Miles when Jamie and Grimm were next door, ready to poke fun at me. I didn’t hold it against them. They had no idea how difficult it was to formulate words when I was around this boy.
“I learned something new today,” Miles said softly.
“Yeah? About what?”
“I learned about littles and daddies. Not that I’d learned everything, but it was enough.”
“Enough for what?”
“To know I’d love to have a Daddy someday. I wouldn’t need one like Fable does. That’s a bit too extreme for me, but something a bit above what Jamie has with Grimm. More than just bedroom fun.”
Was that his way of asking me if I wanted to be his Daddy?
“I like the way the boys can be carefree, knowing their daddies are there for them.” He kicked at a pebble. “And I’d like that for me too. It’s been just me for so long. Me taking care of everything, and I’m tired, Rubble. Tired of always having to find the answer. Tired of…”
“Tired of what?” What had he been going to say?
He shook his head. “The hardest thing I had to do was to turn you down when you told me you wanted to take care of me that way. I so badly wanted you to.”
“Then why won’t you let me?”
“Do you think I could?” His breaths came out in quick, excited pants. “Just for one night? See how it feels?”
“You want me to be your Daddy only for one night?”
“I know it’s not fair to you, but—”
“Done.”
He tilted his head back and looked up at me. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Fuck, Miles, I’ll take anything I can get with you.”
He lowered his eyes. “It shouldn’t have to be this way.”
“I’m convinced it won’t always be. We just need one day at a time, right?”
“What if it’s not enough?”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I caught him around the waist and pulled him to sit in my lap with his back to my chest. I buried my face in the side of his neck, holding him to me. He felt so good. So right. How could he belong to another man when he melted into my touch like this?
“It will be,” I promised him. “I even got a mani-pedi for you.”
A laugh startled out of Miles. “Is that what I sensed different about you?”
He shrugged. “It could also be the blowout I got or the facial. Maybe a combination of everything.”
“You did all that for me?”
I groaned. “Yes, but it’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t. But why?”
“I don’t know. I thought maybe if I seemed more refined that you would like me more.”
He shifted around in my lap and straddled my thighs, his arms resting loosely around my neck. This was the way things should be between us. Minus whoever else he had in his life.
“I liked you just the way you were before, Rubble.”
“Then I’m glad I didn’t let Jamie convince me to cut my hair.”
He gasped. “Thank god you didn’t. That would be a crime.” He tentatively ran his fingertips over my jaw. “You don’t have to try to impress me.”
“I don’t see how I can not. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Good different?”
“The best kind of different.”
I cupped his face and kissed him, running my tongue over his bottom lip, then thrusting inside his mouth. Miles rocked against my chest, gripping my shoulders as a moan tore from his throat. He shifted in my lap, and my cock jerked in response. If he was anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to strip him out of his jeans and set him down to ride my cock right there on Booker’s front steps. But Miles deserved much more.
When I ended the kiss, a whimper left him, and he peered up at me through fogged glasses. Chuckling, I removed it from his face, my fingertip touching the sticky tape in the middle.
“What happened to your glasses?”
A flash of pain crossed his face before he took them from me and used the tail end of his shirt to rub the glasses. “I had an accident and fell on them.”
“How much do you need them?”
“Anything up close is a blur without them,” he said.
I peered closer at his face and brushed my hand over his cheek. It was faint, but there was a bit of discoloration.
“Did you hit your face too?”
He ducked his head. “Yeah, I can be a klutz sometimes.”
“Are you sure that’s it? That somebody didn’t put their hands on you, because I swear to god, Miles if—”
“Rubble, I’m fine.” A tremor ran through him. “I promise, it was just a fall.”
But could I believe him? Was this the reason he wasn’t happy with whomever he had a relationship with? Did someone beat him? He had to be smarter than that to stay in an abusive relationship, knowing I had staked my claim on him. Because if someone was hitting him, they’d signed a waiver on their right to live.
“We need to get you a new pair of glasses.”
I took the glasses from his hands and settled them on his nose.
“I can’t right now. The restaurant doesn’t cover health insurance, and they’re crazy expensive.”
“Tomorrow we’ll go get you new ones.”
“You don’t have to. I can still see out of these.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to have my boy walking around with busted-up glasses that he needs. These are broken, so we’ll get you new ones.”
“But—”
“Miles.”
“Yes?”
I chucked him under his chin. “This is a part of what you wanted. The whole Daddy package. You’ll have to learn to accept what I offer you, smile, and say ‘thank you, Daddy.’”
His face turned red, and he glanced down at his hands tugging at my shirt. He took a deep breath, then raised his eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Even though I knew about the lifestyle, I’d never had anyone call me Daddy before. I never cared deeply enough about a boy to give them that privilege. Hearing the words from Miles’s lips filled me with a deep-seated satisfaction I had never felt before. The urge to protect him was stronger than ever. To give him everything his heart desired.
“Should we go inside, do you think?” he asked me.
“Yeah. Any minute, I expect Jamie to come out and ask if we’re a couple now.”
And I had the same question. He’d asked for one night. I’d asked for a day at a time. We’d start tonight and see where life took us. And if it didn’t, then I’d just have to take it myself.
“They seem oddly interested in us being a couple.”
I boosted him out of my lap and took his hand.
“They have their own little support system going on,” I told him. “And that’s good because it ain’t easy loving a biker. Some days are not too bad, but others are rough. You sometimes get caught up in situations that won’t guarantee you’re going to walk away alive.”
His grip tightened around me. “And you won’t leave it?”
“You don’t leave family behind. We got each other’s backs, although sometimes we get on each other’s nerves too. I’ve never felt more accepted than I do in this group.”
“Then I’m glad you have your brothers.”
And now I’m glad I have you.
We walked back inside, following the chatter into the living room, but it ceased as we stepped through the door. Miles hid behind me, but I wouldn’t let him and tugged him next to me. These were my brothers, and them going to the salon with me was all I needed to know they supported me a hundred percent.
“Miles, you come and sit right here.” Jamie patted the couch between him and Fable.
“Nah, he’s sitting with me.”
I thought Jamie would be upset with me, but he seemed even more excited when I took a seat and pulled Miles onto my lap.
“No one said anything about it being cuddle time already,” was all Jamie said as he got up and plopped down hard into Grimm’s lap, making the big man grunt. Fable frowned, but he needn’t have worried. With just a glance at each other, Zak and Booker relocated to the couch where he sat and sandwiched him between them.
“How much longer is Mort going to be away?” Booker asked.
“Another fucking week,” Grimm said. “He’s having way too much fun being away. When he gets back, what use will he be to us as an enforcer?”
Booker laughed. “Or maybe him being away will make him bloodthirsty.”
Miles shivered against me. He wasn’t used to all this talk, but at least he didn’t run for the hills. The sooner he accepted what the lifestyle of the club entailed, the better for him.
“Angel’s little brother is graduating soon,” Grimm said. “We’ll be there in support with as many of us as possible. He might have lost a brother, but he’s gained dozens more.”
Miles sat up straight in my lap. “I feel like it’s my fault.” He hung his head. “I should never have left Angel that night. Should never have run when he told me to. Maybe together we would’ve been able to stop them, but he didn’t stand a chance on his own.”
I tightened my arms around him. I hadn’t even thought that he might be feeling guilty about Angel’s death since the man had been protecting him when he was killed.
“It’s not your fault. Puddu went after you. You were a victim in the entire operation.”
“I hate being a victim,” he murmured.
“Rubble’s right,” Grimm said, his tone gentle. “Puddu was out of control, and the fact that he went after you when you had nothing to do with the club but only worked for Mort shows that. The son of a bitch got what he deserved for the damages he did. Angel died a hero’s death, protecting you, and we’ll remember him that way and make sure his family is taken care of.”
I kissed Miles’s temple, and he gave me a small smile.
Zak ordered pizzas that were gone in record time. The boys disappeared shortly after, and although I didn’t want Miles out of my sight when I didn’t know how much longer we would be together, I let him go. He seemed to crave the boys’ friendship.
“Everything good?” Grimm asked me when they left.
I nodded. “For now.” But I didn’t want to go into it with him. I didn’t even fully understand what I was up against with Miles.
When the boys came back, Miles announced he should get going. I checked my watch surprised it was already past eight.
“I’ll walk with you.” I waited as he hugged his new friends and waved at the bikers.
“He’s too cute,” Zak said to Booker. I couldn’t agree more.
“Do you have to go already?” I asked him as we walked to his car together.
“I think I should. It was a lot to take in today.”
“I’m sorry if I’m coming off a bit strong.”
He bit his bottom lip. “You are, and in a normal situation, I wouldn’t have minded at all.”
“But—”
He shook his head but at least closed the gap between us. “Will you kiss me good-bye, Daddy?”
“Try and stop me.”
I leaned forward and captured my boy’s lips. I hauled him up against my body until his feet were off the ground. He was so small. A strong urge filled me to carry him off to a cave somewhere, hide him inside, and sit at the mouth, snarling at anything that got too close. But this wasn’t the stone age, and I wasn’t a caveman.
Barely.
I reluctantly set him on his feet. “I’ll call you tomorrow about meeting up to get your new glasses.”
At first, I thought he would argue, but he smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
Yes, I had one more day.
Miles slid behind the wheel of the car and inserted his key into the ignition, but all he got was a sputter. He growled. “Come on, don’t do this to me.”
“Here, let me try.”
He got out of the car, and I took his place, but it didn’t make a difference. His car was old, clean and neat, but seemed to have run out of steam.
“Does this happen often?” I asked.
“Yes, but it usually starts after a while.”
No amount of effort on my part worked.
“You probably need a mechanic to take a look.”
His shoulders slumped. “Mort warned me this was going to happen. I’ve had this car since high school, and it wasn’t in great shape back then. Is it even worth saving?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll get someone to look at it for you. How about I take you home?”
His eyes widened as he surveyed the two bikes that were parked at the front of the house.
“On that?”
“Yes, I promise you won’t fall. I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t know, Rubble.”
“Let’s try it. If you hate it, then we can find another solution. How about that?”
He inhaled deeply. “Okay.” Then I could have sworn he mumbled something about maybe dying would end everything anyway.
I frowned at him as I took my helmet and settled it over his head. I texted Grimm that I was taking Miles home and that his car was out of service, but I would send someone to pick it up.
“You’re going to hold on to me,” I said.
Miles climbed onto the bike, moving as close as possible to me. He wrapped his arms around me in a viselike grip.
“What if my hands slip?” he asked.
“It won’t, and I promised to go slow. Remember?”
“Okay, I’ll try not to scream.”
He didn’t quite succeed, but they got farther and fewer between the longer we rode. His grip was too tight and uncomfortable, but if it made him feel safer, I didn’t mind. I’d started slowly, allowing him to adjust to the pace, then picked up speed. Soon his arms were gripping me less tightly, and his body was less tense.
When I slowed down at a traffic light, he squeezed me to get my attention.
“Yes?”
“Can we not stop? Just keep going for a while?”
I nodded, smiling. Riding was my life. If he hadn’t liked the ride, it wouldn’t have altered the way I felt about him, but having him enjoy this moment meant more to me than he could possibly realize. When we went to rallies, he could ride with me. Those who didn’t ride usually got left behind and rightly so for the event.
I took off, a destination in mind. My tank was full, so I didn’t have to worry about running out of gas. I left the main road and drove up the trail to the lookout point where my friends and I often visited in high school. Now the kids had other interests and probably didn’t even know about the high spot from which one had a fabulous view over the town.
I came to a stop and lowered the kickstand to keep the motorcycle upright. Miles slid from the bitch seat and promptly fell on his ass in the grass.
“Shit, I forgot about that.” I hopped off and scooped him up from the ground. “Are you okay?”
He giggled. “I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. It happens to many people the first time. It takes a while to get used to riding a bike.”
I removed his helmet, and he combed his fingers through his hair. “I’ve never been up here before.” He glanced around.
“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
“Oh.”
“And you’re twenty-four. You blurted it out the first time we met. When Grimm called you a kid.”
He laughed. “I didn’t make a good first impression. I was afraid he’d toss me out on my ear.”
“I’m glad he didn’t. Come here.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I groaned, pulling him between my legs as I leaned against the bike. “Why does hearing you say that word sounds so good? No other boy has ever called me that before.”
“None?”
“None.”
He placed his hands on my thighs, and I rested my hands on his hips.
“What is it?”
“Just thinking about the things I want to do to you, but not sure how to say them without scaring you off.”
“You have to tell me.” In the pale moonlight, I couldn’t see his face well enough, but I would bet my last dollar that he was blushing.
“It’s quite dirty.”
“Even better.”
My sweet Miles.
“I’m thinking that right now if I had lube on me, I’d bend you over my bike and fuck your ass with my tongue before I shove my dick inside you.”
There had to be a better way to say that.
“But what else can you do that doesn’t involve that?” His breath came out in low and shallow pants.
“I can still tongue you and suck your dick. I want to taste your cum.”
His chest heaved against my stomach. “Y-you wouldn’t want me to do it back to you?”
“Only if you want to. I want you to enjoy it.”
“But how would you like for your boy to suck you off? Hypothetically speaking.”
“I’d grip your hair, hold your head back just right, and rub my cock over your lips, teasing you with it before I tell you to open up.” Fuck, I was turning myself on, telling him my fantasies. “And when you do, I’d slide my length into your mouth and make you take as much of it as you want. Then I’d slowly fuck your face while you’re staring into my eyes, and not for one moment will you forget that I’m not the one feeding you.”
“Would you want me to swallow?” he whispered.
“I’d like that, but it’s whatever you want to do.”
“Daddy.” He placed a hand over my thumping heart.
“Yes, baby?”
A shiver ran through him. “Call me that again.”
“Baby.”
“It feels so good to hear you say that.”
“If you give me a chance, I’ll call you that for the rest of your life.” I was probably pushing too much too soon, but when it was right, there was no such thing as too soon.
