Road to Grace (Dogs of Fire Book 8)

by Piper Davenport

  “Jeans off, Grace. Leave your panties.”

  I didn’t waste any time, stripping down to my g-string and watching as he kicked off his boots and jeans as well. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he crooked his finger and I closed the distance between us. “Over my knees,” he said, and my pussy contracted with need.

  I bent over his knees and he shifted me so my ass was higher. I flattened my palms to the floor for balance, but Flea held me firm, so I was probably good.

  His palm cupped my bottom and he squeezed. “Do you think inferring my dick won’t stay hard for an hour is a nice thing to do, Grace?”

  I bit my lip and tried not to giggle. “Did I infer your dick wouldn’t stay hard?”

  Smack.

  I jumped slightly, but his hand rubbed the sting away. “Answer the question.”

  “It wasn’t nice,” I whispered.

  “What happens when you’re not nice?”

  “Your dick gets hard?”

  Smack, smack.

  I groaned, the sting doing things to my body I hadn’t expected. God, I was so turned on. I felt the strip of satin slide away from my soaked pussy and his fingers dipped inside. I whimpered, grinding against his hand.

  He removed his fingers.

  “Oh, God,” I rasped.

  Smack.

  “Flea,” I squeaked.

  His fingers found home again and the bite of the smack on my ass heightened the feeling of his fingers sweeping against the walls of my pussy.

  “Don’t come.”

  “Flea,” I begged.

  He removed his hand again. “Don’t come, Grace.”

  “I―”

  A harder smack, followed by his fingers sliding in again almost broke me.

  “Wait, baby,” I panted out. “I can’t… I can’t…”

  He lifted me to my feet, pushing my panties to my ankles, then guiding me onto the bed. He then removed his boxer briefs and hovered above me before sliding slowly into me. “Better?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I rasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  Wrapping his hand around one of my thighs, he hiked my leg up higher and buried himself deeper into me. I arched against him, taking every, beautiful inch of his length.

  “More,” I begged.

  He obliged, slamming into me harder and harder until I came so fast, I thought I’d pass out from the pleasure.

  He slid out of me and rolled onto his back, pulling me against him. “Fuckin’ love you, baby.”

  I smiled, kissing his chest. “If I wasn’t on the pill, I’d swear you put a baby in me.”

  “I’ll break through next time,” he promised. “How many kids do you want?”

  “With you?” I craned my neck to meet his eyes. “Twelve.”

  He stretched his hand over my belly. “Challenge accepted.”

  I giggled, kissing him gently and snuggling close. “Thanks for sending Flick.”

  “You figured it out, huh?”

  “It wasn’t hard,” I said. “Grams is besotted with Flick. You needed access to my pussy… ergo… Flick shows up.”

  Flea laughed. “All true.”

  “I know.” I settled my chin on his chest. “Are you coming home with me tonight?”

  “I think so. Just gotta make sure the Saints behave.”

  “You better make that happen, then.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good answer.” I grinned. “Now, since I don’t have to drive home, I want tequila.”

  “Okay, baby, let’s get you tequila.”

  We dressed quickly and headed back downstairs to rejoin the welcome home party.

  Grace

  I WOKE THE next morning with hamsters banging tiny hammers into my skull. Rolling over I slid my arm around Flea and kissed the back of his neck. “Wake up, Fleabio.”

  “Why the fuck are you wakin’ me so early?” he complained, turning to face me.

  “I have to get down to PBC in an hour and I know how hard it is for you to wake up to an empty bed.”

  He chuckled. “I always live, baby. Feel free to let me sleep next time.”

  “No promises.” I sat up and then flopped back down. “My head is killing me.”

  “I warned you not to mix.”

  “I warned you not to mix,” I mocked.

  He leaned over me and smiled. “I’ll make breakfast.”

  “Okay, baby, thank you.”

  I took a quick shower and dressed, then met Flea in the kitchen. I arrived to find Grams, and Flick, sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee.

  “Did they…?”

  “No,” Flea said, kissing me quickly and holding up a travel mug. “Coffee.”

  “Thank you.” I leaned around him to watch my grandmother. “Are you sure…?”

  “Yeah, baby. He was asleep on the sofa when I came in.”

  “They could have done the deed and…”

  Flea chuckled. “None of our business.”

  “What are you two whisperin’ about over there?” Flick asked.

  “Nothing,” I said, and rolled my eyes before focusing back on Flea. “I have to go.”

  “Text me when you get there.”

  “I will,” I promised, and made my way to Grams. “Is Dad coming?”

  She shook her head. “Flick’s staying with me.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

  “You gotta go, baby,” Flea warned.

  I sighed and leaned down to kiss Grams’ cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay, sweetpea. Drive safe.”

  “I will, Grams.” I focused back on Flea. “Are you going to walk me out?”

  “Yep.”

  I grabbed my bag and led Flea out to my car. He leaned down and kissed me, seriously making me want to blow off ballet class and climb back into bed with him.

  “Stop,” he warned.

  “If I don’t, will you spank me again?” I asked in anticipation.

  He groaned. Deep in his throat and I smiled, knowing I’d hit my mark. Especially when his mouth landed on mine and his tongue pressed against mine.

  I bit his lower lip gently and broke the kiss. “I have to go.”

  “Save that ’til later.”

  I grinned, kissing him one more time. “I’ll see you at six.”

  He patted my bottom and waited for me to get in my car, standing at the top of the driveway as I pulled onto the street. Seriously. I wanted to turn the car right back around.

  * * *

  Walking into PBC, I heard yelling down the hall and rushed toward the sound. I was early, so I was a little surprised anyone else was here. Most of the dancers rolled in around ten.

  I pushed open the door to the practice room and found Remi fighting Vitaly off, and it didn’t look like a dance routine. “Hey!” I snapped, dropping my bag.

  My distraction gave Remi the opportunity to knee him in the nuts and get some distance. She ran out of the room and I rushed to follow.

  “Remi, wait up.”

  She turned on me, tears streaming down her face, her lip bloody and hand prints on her neck.

  “What the hell did he do to you?” She shook her head and I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Okay, honey, let’s get you out of here.”

  I slid my phone out of my pocket and texted Flea as I led Remi toward the parking lot.

  “I’ve got my pointes on,” she grumbled, leaning against the wall to untie her toe shoes.

  I heard the roar of pipes and frowned. I couldn’t imagine who that could be, considering the compound was at least twenty minutes away and Flea was still at Grams’.

  I held my hand out to her. “Don’t move.”

  I pushed open the door to see Hatch removing his helmet and dropping it in a saddlebag. He caught my eye and gave me a chin lift. “Hey, Gracie. Heard you had some trouble.”

  “How…?”

  “I had a couple parts to drop down to Ernie’s. I was close.”

  “Shoul
dn’t you be home with Maisie?”

  “Needed to ride, Gracie girl,” he said as he pulled off his gloves and shoved them in the pocket of his leather jacket. “She gets it. What’s goin’ on?”

  “I’m not entirely sure,” I admitted, leading him back to Remi. “Remi, this is Hatch. He’s like my dad.”

  “You look like you got some injuries,” Hatch observed, and I could tell rage had settled just below the surface of his skin.

  “Vitaly thought I was his for the taking. I objected,” she said.

  “Good girl,” Hatch said. He turned his head toward the practice room. “He down there?”

  “Yes,” she said, rubbing her throat. “What’s he going to do?”

  “He’s going to take care of Vitaly.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  I smiled. “Trust me. It is. Come on, let’s go get you back in street clothes. We’ll sit down with Director Walsh when she gets in and talk to her about next steps.”

  We walked to the locker room and I called Flea on the way.

  “Hatch with you?”

  “Yes, honey. He’s here. Thanks.”

  “I’m five minutes out, what happened?”

  “Are you on your cell phone while you’re riding?” I accused.

  “Finch is bringin’ me in his truck.”

  I relaxed and smiled. Of course he was on his way. This was him protecting me, and I loved him even more for it. “Vitaly attacked my friend.”

  “Did he touch you?”

  “No. I wasn’t here. I walked in on it.”

  “Fuck,” he breathed out. “Be there in a bit.”

  “Okay.” I hung up and sat on one of the benches between the lockers while Remi changed.

  “Can you take pictures for me, please?” she asked. “I want to document what that asshole did.”

  “Yes, of course,” I said, and took her phone.

  I had just snapped a couple when I heard Flea’s voice bellowing my name.

  “Hold that thought,” I said, and stepped to the door. “Honey, I’m down here. I’ll be right out.”

  “Don’t move,” he ordered, and jogged toward me.

  I leaned against the doorframe and waited for him to reach me. He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me. “You good?”

  “Yeah, baby, I’m good. I’m helping Remi, so give me a few, okay?”

  He studied me, then nodded. “I’ll be right here.”

  Smiling, I kissed him one more time. “I won’t be long.”

  Heading back into the locker room, I finished taking pictures of Remi’s injuries (which were significant) and handed her back her phone. “Are you going to file a police report?”

  She nodded, sniffing back tears. “I’m gonna have to go back home.”

  “Why?”

  Remi snorted. “Like they’ll let me stay after this. Vitaly’s the golden boy.”

  “He’s the visiting golden boy,” I countered. “You’re here to stay, honey.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “I hope you’re right.”

  We walked out of the room and Flea pushed away from the wall, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Where’s my brother?”

  “Had to get to court.”

  “Ah, right,” I turned back to Remi. “Remi, this is Flea.”

  “Like the bug?” she asked.

  “Yep,” Flea said.

  “Alrighty then,” she said, smiling, despite her split lip.

  “Girls?” We turned to see Director Walsh walking toward us. “What’s going on? No visitors outside of show days.”

  “Vitaly attacked Remi,” I said.

  “Excuse me?” She turned to Remi. “Is this true?”

  Remi nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Where’s Vitaly?”

  “Practice room one,” Remi said.

  “Please wait in my office and we’ll speak in a moment.”

  Remi nodded and headed back toward the front.

  The director looked Flea up and down and frowned. “You need to leave.”

  “I’m gonna wait until I know my woman’s safe, then I’ll go.”

  She shook her head. “We’ll discuss this later, Grace.”

  I nodded and she stalked off toward the practice room. I bit my lip and looked up at Flea. “Well, that’s not gonna be a fun conversation.”

  “What’s the worst she could do?”

  “Kick me out.”

  “If she does that, she’s a bitch and you don’t need her,” Flea said.

  “I need to dance, Flea.”

  “And you will. Whether it’s here or somewhere else.” He stroked my cheek. “You don’t fuckin’ need her to do that.”

  I dropped my head to his chest. “You make everything sound like it’s possible.”

  He chuckled. “Everything is possible.”

  I met his eyes. “I love you so hard.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. “Love you too.”

  “Take that somewhere else,” the director said, and then disappeared into her office.

  I wrinkled my nose, but didn’t remove my arms from around Flea’s waist. “Someone needs to get laid.”

  Flea dropped his head back and laughed. “Indeed.”

  Admittedly, I wasn’t a fan of the director. She was kind of a bitch, but she was an incredible teacher and I loved my classes with her, so I chalked it up to her being a perfectionist.

  Hatch walked toward us, removing his gloves again and shoving them back in his pocket.

  “You good?” Flea asked.

  “His dancin’s on hold for a while,” Hatch said.

  “Did the director see you?” I asked, worried she’d call the cops on him.

  “What director?” he asked, a sly smile on his face.

  “Do I want to know what you did?” I asked.

  He grinned. “Didn’t do anything, Gracie girl.”

  This was my cue to stop asking questions, so I did, leaning against Flea.

  “You sure he didn’t hurt you?” Hatch asked.

  I smiled. “I’m good.”

  “I’m gonna head out,” Hatch said. “Maisie wants you two over for dinner tonight. Your brother too. Six. Flick’s staying with your Grams.”

  “Ah… okay,” I said. When Maisie wanted you over for dinner, you came over for dinner.

  “I’ll hang out here,” Flea said.

  Hatch gave me a hug, then headed out.

  “How are you going to get home?” I asked.

  “I’m gonna take your car.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “How am I going to get home?”

  He grinned. “I’m gonna pick you up.”

  “You got it all worked out, huh?”

  “Always,” he retorted. “Give me your keys, baby. I’ll head out as well.”

  I nodded just as Remi came out of the director’s office, sobbing.

  “Remi?”

  “She kicked me out.”

  “What?” I snapped. “Why?”

  “She said that Vitaly gave her a different story.”

  Before I could ask more questions, Vitaly walked (limped) down the hall and glared at Remi. “I warned you, suka.”

  “Mudak,” Remi spat out.

  Vitaly seemed shocked by whatever she said, but didn’t respond.

  “My ex was Russian. He taught me a few things,” she hissed. “Including the best way to get even. Watch your back, asshole.”

  A haughty gasp pulled focus to the director emerging from her office. “This is exactly why I made the decision I did, Remington. This is behavior unbecoming a lady and a ballerina.”

  “He tried to rape me!” she snapped. “And I’ll bet dollars to donuts, I’m not the only one.”

  The director crossed her arms. “Security is on their way to escort you out.”

  “I’ll help you clean out your locker,” I offered. “I don’t think security’s necessary, is it?”

  “As long as she doesn’t cause trouble, that would be acceptable.”r />
  Remi scowled at her, then squared her shoulders and headed toward the locker room.

  “Wait for me?” I asked Flea.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  I followed Remi, waffling between concern and laughter as Remi let out a series of really creative curses aimed at Vitaly and the director.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, when I started to pull my things out of my locker.

  “I’m leaving with you.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because he tried to rape you, Remi, and the director took his side!”

  “You can’t leave for me,” she argued. “You’re a thousand times better than me, Grace. It would be career suicide.”

  “I’m not leaving for you,” I said, shoving dancewear into my bag. “I’m leaving for me. And any other young women who get caught in this trap. You and I are going to do some digging and find out what the hell is going on here. Something’s hinky.”

  “I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say something’s hinky.”

  I shrugged. “Well, we’re going to check it out anyway.”

  I had an entire club at my back who could uncover just about anything. If there was something to find, they’d find it.

  Remi sighed. “Thanks Grace.”

  I smiled and slid my bag over my shoulder. “Ready?”

  “Yes.”

  We headed out of the locker room and found Flea waiting outside.

  “I’m leaving,” I said.

  He smiled. “I see that.”

  “We’re going to find out who else this asshat’s attacked.”

  Flea waved his phone. “Already started the process.”

  I wrapped my arms around him. “I love you.”

  He chuckled. “Proud of you, Grace.”

  “Be proud of Remi.”

  “Nope,” she countered. “You should be proud of her. I don’t have a choice. She does.”

  “Aware of that,” Flea said.

  We headed down the hallway and found the director speaking with two security guards.

  She held her hand out to Remi. “Your keycard, please.”

  Remi chucked it at her and it fell on the floor. She didn’t attempt to retrieve it. I was a little nicer, handing my keycard to her and making sure she grabbed it.

  “Grace, you have real talent. Don’t throw it away,” the director warned.

  “I’m not throwing my talent away,” I said. “I’m choosing to do something important with it.”

  With that last word, the three of us left the building and we walked Remi to her car.