Miles High, page 13
part #4 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
I kissed him, tugging his shirt up to his waist. His moan filled my mouth. Then he was clinging to me, opening up and thrusting his tongue back into my mouth. I caressed the soft skin of his stomach, around to his back, so slender and delicate. I followed the slope to his ass and palmed him, squeezing the fullness of his cheeks. He gasped, a choking sound that blew a whisper of breath on my lips.
“Daddy, I got to tell you something,” he said.
I kissed his cheek. “What is it?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Out in the open like this? There’s no one else around.”
He went still, then shook his head. “I’ve never done this anywhere before.”
Goddammit, but I was slow. My mouth halted on the side of his neck as what he’d said became clear. I jerked my head back and stared down at him. His eyes were wide behind his glasses.
“You’ve never had sex before?”
“No, a-and it has to remain that way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to have sex with you”—his mouth quivered—“I-I just can’t.”
I was confused more than ever about the relationship he was already in. I’d believed the relationship was romantic, but had I been wrong? Maybe he had a commanding parent? That would explain the hot and cold behavior.
“I can do everything else you want,” he whispered. “But you can’t…”
I squeezed his butt. “I can’t touch you here?”
“Well, touch yes. And that thing you talked about too. There just can’t be any penetration of any kind. Nothing that would be noticeable.”
“Who’s going to know that you’ve had sex with someone unless you tell them, Miles?”
“He’ll know. Trust me, he will.”
“Who will?”
“I can’t tell you only because I want to protect you.”
Everything inside me went cold, and an alarm blared inside my head. I gripped his arms, wishing there was more light for me to see him better.
“Who do you think you need to protect me from?”
He shook his head. “Can you please just trust me? Let it go. We have tonight. A few days maybe.”
I tightened my grip. “I can’t let this go. Baby, every fucking nerve in my body wants to know exactly who’s in your life and to make sure they’re not hurting you. Everything you say, Miles, is giving me a really bad vibe. I need to know who this fucker you're so afraid of is.”
“We don’t have much time,” he said, his voice shaky. “Would you rather be mad at someone who’s not important or be with me?”
I groaned and smashed my lips to his. “It’s not fair to make me choose. I don’t want to let it go, but, baby…”
“I know.” He kissed me back, cupping the back of my neck. “I feel it too.”
“I’ll respect your wishes. I won’t fuck you, but I’ll do everything else I want. I’m going to spread you up and fuck you with my tongue. Is that acceptable?”
He whimpered in his throat as I reached for his belt buckle and undid it, lowered his zipper, and dropped his pants. His boxers went next until he was bare-assed, standing with his back toward me. I pulled him into me and turned his head to kiss him sideways while I ran my hands under his polo shirt and caressed his chest and rubbed my thumb over his pebbled nipples.
He gasped into my mouth, the out-of-breath sound like he’d just finished running a marathon. Exactly what I needed to hear. They blended well with the crickets chirping nearby. I ran my hands down his pubes and cupped his thick cock. He was already hard with a bead of precum. I stroked him, licking his neck and resisting the urge to put my mark there.
I jacked his cock, coaxing stilted cries and muffled “pleases” from his lips. When I felt he was near the precipice, I released him and placed his hands on the bike for him to brace himself. He shuffled his feet wider, but he couldn’t get them that far apart with the jeans around his ankles. His boxers had stopped along his thighs. I dropped to my knees behind him, loving the view. I only wished the sun had been out in full force to share in the wonder of his perfectly rounded ass.
“I can’t wait to get inside this ass, baby.”
I licked his cheeks, and he stiffened.
“Rub-Daddy!”
“Daddy knows how to take care of you, baby.”
I couldn’t resist spanking both cheeks. He tightened his buttocks but didn’t protest. I spread his cheeks, my eyes zeroing in on that tightly clenched puckered hole where no other man had gone before. My cock was so hard inside my jeans. I released his cheeks to unbutton my pants and pull out my dick with the circular barbell hanging from it.
Holding him by the hips, I pressed my face between his cheeks and ran my tongue over his hole. His body jerked, and he went up on tiptoes. I wasn’t letting him get away. I pushed the tip of my tongue against his hole, having to do a whole lot of wiggling before I even got anywhere. As I licked the bundle of nerve endings around his hole, his cries came out loud and unbridled, galloping across the ravine on the wind.
I reached between his legs and gripped his cock at the base. I stroked him in tandem to lavishing his hole with attention, then flicked my head to the side and bit the inside of his left cheek.
“Oh, my god,” he gasped, his body stiffening. I increased the pressure of each stroke, harder and faster until his shaft tightened, and he exploded. I held him until he was out of ammunition. Then I gave him one last lick and rose to my feet. He trembled as I turned him around. His cheeks were wet.
“Don’t cry,” I pleaded. “We’re going to figure this out, I promise. Please, have a little faith in me.”
His hand slid down my chest to my cock, which was still stiff. He wrapped a hand around my shaft and stroked clumsily.
“You have a piercing,” he gasped.
“Yeah, you like it?”
He nodded. “It’s so cool. I want to get you off too. Will you show me how?”
“Like this.” I took his hand and guided him in giving me a hand job. I was already so wound up by driving him to a climax I wasn’t going to last long. I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine in a searing kiss, fucking his mouth savagely like the way I wanted to take his body but couldn’t. I groaned into his mouth, heat filling my gut and tightening my back as I came. Hard.
He didn’t let my cock go immediately, toying with the barbell. He sighed and rested heavily on me, his head on my chest.
“This has been the best night in forever,” he mumbled.
He didn’t know I would do whatever was in my power to make sure that every night would be the best night of his life. I had my job cut out for me, especially when he wouldn’t tell me the complete truth of what was going on with him.
Since he couldn’t or wouldn’t, I would have to find out on my own.
Chapter 15
Miles
“Shouldn’t you have clocked out half an hour ago?” Bastion asked me when I entered the kitchen.
I swallowed the choice words that came to my lips. Words I might have picked up from hanging out with certain bikers. When I accepted this job, I had known that the hours were erratic and I wouldn’t always be able to leave right after my shift. Like today. The waiter who should have relieved me hadn’t shown up, so I was stuck serving customers because the restaurant was still full.
No one cared I had plans. Those plans be damned. It didn’t matter that Rubble was probably already outside waiting for me, so he could take me to get my new glasses. All that mattered was that customers were served promptly but still paid shitty tips. Today had been the worst. It reminded me why I had preferred to work at the crematorium with Mort, even though I’d hated the idea of working with dead bodies. Although Mort had always said we didn’t work with dead bodies but with their surviving relatives.
“I am trying to get out of here,” I groaned. “But the couple I’m waiting to leave won’t take a hint. How long does it take someone to enjoy dessert? I just want them to pay already so I can clear the table and leave.”
“Why don’t I take over for you?” Bastion asked. “I don’t mind.”
“I don’t know. Won’t Sherry be upset?” Our supervisor on this shift was a force to reckon with.
“All she cares about is that it gets done. I won’t even take your tips.”
I sighed. “What would I do without you?” I gave him a brief hug. He was the only one who made working at the restaurant bearable. With his chatter and vibrant personality, he kept me on my toes. He reminded me of the biker boys. He would have suited perfectly.
Maybe Rubble would have been more suitable with someone like Bastion. Someone not chained to another man.
But I couldn’t give up the intoxicated feeling of calling him Daddy and seeing the way his nostrils flared in response. I kept replaying that scene at the lookout point in my head over and over again. I’d been dreading my sexual encounters since Tempus walked into my life. Since Hook forced himself on me.
If I was going to have any moment of pleasure to last me through the bad days, this was it. I had to seize the moment with Rubble.
Eventually, Tempus would get tired of toying with me. He would use me the same way he’d used all his boys before me. But he wouldn’t let me go, even when he was finished with me. No, he would offer me to his fighters whenever they won.
Hook hadn’t minced words in explaining to me how his boss operated. He’d told me every gory detail in an attempt to scare me into being subservient to him and not causing any trouble.
“No hugging in the kitchen,” the chef yelled, and I released Bastion.
While Bastion strode to my table, I sought out my supervisor in her little office.
“I’m leaving,” I said. “One table is still eating, but Bastion’s going to take care of them for me.
Sherry frowned at me. “You knew when you accepted this job that you would be required to stay overtime.”
“And normally I would, but my glasses broke, as you can see, and I can’t operate without them. I need to buy a new pair before the shop closes.”
“All right. This time, you’re excused, but don’t make this a habit, Miles.”
“I won’t.”
If only I didn’t have to return. This place was sucking out the little that was left of my life.
In the backroom, I cleaned up as best I could, splashed on some cologne—I hated smelling of food—and retrieved my phone and wallet from my locker. As soon as I powered it on, the messages came in. One was from Jamie inviting me to the clubhouse. They were having a party, though he didn’t mention for what. I scrolled down to Rubble’s text that he’d sent ten minutes ago that he was outside waiting.
I called his phone, and he picked up on the first ring.
“Hey, you okay?”
My stomach flipped. When was the last time anyone had asked me that out of genuine concern for me?
“Yes, sorry, I got held up. I’m coming out now.”
“I’m here. Wasn’t going anywhere without you.”
Why did he know all the right things to say? I hurried out of the restaurant, my eyes scanning the parking lot for him. I didn’t need to look far. He waved at me, and I waved back. Oh god, I should actually go to him. My face burned, and my heart thwacked around in my chest. He’d done things to me no one else had. Things I wanted him to continue doing for me.
I shouldn’t kiss him. We were out in public, and any of Tempus’s men could be watching me, but by my estimate, I still had time with Rubble before I was back on Tempus’s radar. And I planned to make every moment count, so when Rubble wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, I didn’t resist. When he bent his head, I curled a hand around his nape and kissed him back. His kiss was sweet and playful, his tongue darting into my mouth. I loved that about him. He could be so dirty but so sweet too. I never knew what to expect from him.
“Someone had a good day,” he said, releasing me.
“It’s good now.”
“I got you a spare helmet.” The last time, when we’d been riding back from the lookout point, a cop nabbed him for not wearing one.
The helmet he produced was brand new. My heart lurched. He didn’t need to get me a new one when this was temporary between us. He knew this was temporary, right? I smiled weakly at him while he set the helmet on my head.
“How’s the fit?” he asked.
“Just perfect.” Like my days when I was with him.
“Good. Now hop on in the bitch seat.”
“The what?”
He laughed. “That’s what it’s called. The bitch seat.”
“Well, I don’t know if I appreciate that,” I teased. “Is that saying I’m your bitch?”
“I, uh,” he stuttered, “Well, i-it’s not meant in a bad way. At least not in the club. Normal people make it more of a problem than we do.”
“You mean normal people like me?”
He groaned. “You know what I mean. Don’t you? I mean, you can call it a princess seat for all I care. Just get your ass on back there.”
That was no way for a man to speak to someone he cared about. And it was completely inappropriate for my stomach to do a jig at the way he growled at me. Why didn’t this happen when Tempus or one of his men tried to intimidate me? Maybe because Rubble wasn’t being mean about it? Whatever it was, things inside me shifted into places they weren’t supposed to shift.
At least that was how it felt.
I clung to Rubble’s waist, his broad back a cushion for me to rest against. He pulled out of the parking spot, and that thrill I’d gotten the last time was back. It hadn’t been a fluke then of me being caught up in the emotions. Riding with Rubble was the freest I’d ever felt, all the while accepting that I was becoming all kinds of entangled up in him.
Since the shop where I got my glasses wasn’t too far away, we stopped way too soon. He looked pleased when he removed my helmet.
“You really love riding with me, don’t you?” he asked. “You’re not faking it or anything?”
“Of course not. I love riding in your princess seat.”
He groaned, slapping a hand to his face. “Please don’t let that be a thing.”
“Why not? I can be your bitch but not your princess?”
“You can be both. How about that?”
“Hmm. I’ll give it some thought.”
“You’re going to put me in an early grave, aren’t you?”
My breath hitched, and a shudder ran through me.
“Hey, I’m joking. Pretty sure I can find my way there on my own.”
“Still not a nice thought. Let’s talk about something else.” He secured the helmets on his bike. “Are you just going to leave them there? Aren’t you afraid someone might steal them?”
He ran his finger over the Grimm Reapers logo. “See that right there? Anyone who touches it knows they’re inviting trouble. They’ll be there when we return.”
I kept forgetting that he wasn’t just any regular citizen. That he was a part of a group of men who were revered by some and feared by others. He had been right, though. When we picked out a new pair of glasses for me and returned, the helmets were still in place.
“Do you think maybe I should have gotten contact lenses and use those more often?” I asked, slipping on my helmet. “I’d look less like a dork.”
“A sexy dork.”
“Boohoo. I thought you would’ve gone for an alliteration.”
“A what?”
“An alliteration. You know when you use words that start with the same consonant?”
“Oh.” His helmet went over his head but not before I saw his red face. “I dropped out of school, Miles, and even before I did, I wasn’t paying attention to anything they said in English class.”
“Literature.”
“Yeah, that too. I’m not book smart like you, but with my street smarts, you’ll never go hungry, and you can have most things you want. I hope that’s good enough for you.”
Book smart hadn’t done anything for me or my dad so far. Maybe if we’d been street smart, we would have handled the situation with Tempus better, and I wouldn’t be stuck living the life of a yo-yo. I was currently in the release stage, but I could already feel the tightening grip of Tempus about to make his move again, reeling me back in.
“I think we make an excellent team, then,” I said. “I know nothing about surviving on the streets.”
“I’ll teach you some things.” He mounted his bike. “Hop on.”
“Not everything?” I settled behind him, wiggling my butt until I found my comfortable spot.
“Nope. I gotta leave some things so you always need me. A boy likes his Daddy to come to his rescue. That doesn’t mean you go and put yourself into trouble now, but if you get there, I’ll get you out.”
His words left me choked up. I squeezed his waist to let him know I heard and understood.
“Are you up for a little adventure?” he asked me.
“Yes, please.”
He laughed. “So fucking polite. I love it.”
“And so crude. That’s really hot.”
He didn’t tell me where we were going, and I didn’t ask. I rode with my eyes closed, savoring every moment with my other senses: the warmth of the sun on my skin, the vibration beneath my ass, the screech of tires, the honking of a horn. The best part of the ride was when we got to cruise along the highway, just the two of us without any traffic lights to stop the flow of our movements.
He rode out to Prattville, just outside of Smoky Vale, and slowed down in front of a small but pretty house, then pulled up into a yard with a slightly overgrown lawn.
“We’re here.” He slid off the bike and lifted me off like I weighed about as much as a sack of potatoes.
“Where’s here?” I removed my helmet and handed it to him.
“My mom’s house.”
“Your mom?”
Smiling, he took my hand and tugged, but I halted. “Rubble, we didn’t talk about this before.”
“It’s okay. I swear she won’t call the pastor or anything.”
