Biker Daddy
The Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale #1
Gianni Holmes
Cover Artist: Black Jazz Design
Book Format: Perin’s Pen (Icons)
Biker Daddy © 2019 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.
Editing Team
One Love Editing
Tanja Ongkiehong
DJ Jamison
TABLE OF CONTENTS
A Word from the Author
Glossary
Biker Daddy
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Epilogue
Thank You
Bonus Scene
Coming soon
Become a Gem
So You Loved Biker Daddy
More About Gianni Holmes
A Word from the Author
Dear Reader,
Here we are embarking on the beginning of a new journey. A brand-new series. A brand-new cast of characters with their own sets of challenges to overcome. From the moment I wrote Corporate Bondage, which was a bit darker but still as angsty as some of my other books, I knew I wanted to write a series that would allow me to explore the darker side of characters. I love challenging mindsets and old belief systems, one of which I tackle in this novel. I hope you appreciate the effort to dismantle certain notions about relationships.
This book came out of a kinky giveaway that I participated in with several authors back in the summer of 2019. Back then, it was a mere 20k-word novella that was still rough around the edges. A story with potential, but it needed expansion and better finishing details. To make this story all I have envisioned it to be, the cover has changed, the story has been expanded to 110k words, and I employed a rigorous editing team, which consists of Sandra from One Love Editing, Tanja, and DJ Jamison. I really have to thank them for helping me to make this book all I dreamed of. Thanks also to my alpha reader Irish (who rightly states I need to insert ‘amazing alpha reader’ lol) for reading and providing feedback every step of the way. To all my beta readers, thanks for the awesome insight.
While writing Biker Daddy, one song became my mantra and the premise upon which this story rests. The Heart Wants What it Wants. I would just turn that song on, put it on repeat, and write under that influence. I get the same vibe reading the book with that music playing in the background. You should try it if you can read with the music on. Jamie and Grimm definitely embody that song that the heart will want what it wants.
So far, I have planned four other books for the series. The secondary cast is strong, and I have already laid the foundation for their stories in this book. Some of the stories will be even grittier, darker with higher stakes. And the cover for the second book is gorgeous. I can’t wait for you to see it.
You should know before going in that the books will all be stand-alone with common conflicts that thread throughout the storyline. Each story will be about a different couple or throuple. Hint.
These books contain morally ambiguous characters. Violence and graphic sex are a part of the Reapers’ way. Nevertheless, I believe you will love these guys. There’s a whole lot of heart amid the darkness that may occur from time to time. I guarantee a few laughs and some goofy grins along the way.
For now, this is all. For more details on the upcoming books, you can sign up for my newsletter here.
XX,
Gianni
Glossary
This is a list of terms that have been used in this story. The author has found it convenient to describe each term as they are relevant to the story.
(a)Smoky Vale-
A fictitious town set in Ohio.
(b)OMG-
Outlaw Motorcycle Gang.
(c)Clubhouse-
A physical structure owned by a motorcycle club for hanging out and sharing in the brotherhood.
(d)Mother Club-
The head of the hierarchy of a motorcycle club. They govern all the different chapters of a club.
(e)Headquarters-
Refers to the physical location of the Mother Club.
(f) Chapter-
A group of motorcycle members in a fixed location/territory.
(g)Board of Directors-
The highest governing body of all the chapters in a state. Consists of the presidents of the various chapters and is run by a chairman.
(h)Chairman-
The highest position in the hierarchy of motorcycle clubs. Usually the president of the most powerful chapter.
(i) President-
The leader of a club chapter.
(j) Enforcer-
The individual(s) of a chapter responsible for carrying out retribution and other acts of punishment.
(k)Road Captain-
Usually rides next to the president on a multiple-bike ride. Ensures the ride goes according to plan and each member is safe.
(l) Alliance-
Smaller motorcycle clubs that are not direct members of a club but have a truce in the likes of “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
(m) Hell’s Saints-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(n)Angels of Fury-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(o)Devil’s Advocate-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(p)Monsters of Mayhem-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(q)Bloodlet-
The biggest motorcycle club in Ohio.
(r)The Grimm Reapers-
An outcast motorcycle club that caters to bikers that identify with LGBTQIA+ group and other bikers who are not welcome in other clubs.
(s)Colors-
Refers to the club colors or patch that can be used to identify a member of a club. Also referred to as the “cut.”
(t)Patch-
Symbols that are used to iden
tify members of a club, their location, ranks, special positions, etc.
(u)Brother-
A fellow club member
(v)Legacy-
A club member who has a rich family history in the motorcycle club.
(w) Street Tax-
A determined sum of money that members of a club or even civilians are expected to pay to the club for certain “privileges.”
(x)Nomad Chapter-
A chapter that doesn’t have a fixed location. They ride from city to city without a set clubhouse.
The heart wants what it wants. There’s no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that’s that.
Woody Allen
Blurb
A biker's love is poison to the one who captures his heart.
Grimm
Thirteen years ago, he came into my life as my son’s best friend. Knobby knees and eyes wide with admiration. Six years ago, he exited my life, leaving Smoky Vale behind for good. Or at least so I thought. Now he’s back, and he’s made it clear what he’s after. Me. The President of the Grimm Reapers. His best friend’s father. Now his lover and his protector. But when my life is cloaked with uncertainty, death, and retaliation, how can I keep this beautiful brave boy knowing that my love is poison?
Jamie
My best friend doesn’t understand the way I feel about his dad. My father, the chief of police disapproves of the relationship. My supervisor cautions me against it—that it won’t be long before I end up in a body bag. But one day with Grimm is better than a lifetime without him. It’s a risk I am willing to take because the biker the world knows is not the Daddy Grimm who comes to my bed, ready to bare it all for his boy. Secrets must be confessed, lives must be taken, new paths must be forged. Can we survive the war that’s about to rage in Smoky Vale?
If you enjoy unconventional daddy/boy relationships, toppy twinks, and the high stakes of an outlaw MC romance, one-click today.
Biker Daddy
Book 1
Prologue
Grimm
Getting my dick sucked had never left me feeling so bored in all my fucking life. I gripped the red hair of the guy who was on his knees, not missing his wince when I pulled too hard. Usually, manhandling them made my blood sing, but tonight—nothing.
To be fair, given I wasn’t dead, my cock was still hard. Any tight channel would have done. Pussy, mouth, or ass—I had no problem fucking any just to get off, though I had my preference. I rarely passed up the offer of a tight, willing hole.
Life was fucking pointless anyway. You lived to die, and the only thing you could control was how you spent the days between the two arrows. I planned to enjoy them as much and for as long as I could.
Of late, the chase to get the next person into my bed had lost its appeal. In fact, what fucking chase? I was motherfucking Grimm, president of the Grimm Reapers motorcycle club, and the sight of my patch was enough to get bras, panties, and boxers to drop for me.
Maybe that was exactly the problem. Everyone around me was so fucking easy I didn’t find a challenge in getting laid.
Sex fucking sucked when I got off, and that was a problem.
I slapped his flushed cheeks once on either side, and he grunted, closing his eyes. “Come on,” I growled at him impatiently. “Be a good slut and take all of that dick. No fucking hands.”
Eager to please as he was, he removed his hands, giving me prime opportunity to thrust deeper down to the back of his throat. He gagged, and I pulled out, afraid he was going to throw up all over my dick. He dry-heaved for a few seconds, gasping for air, eyes watering from tears that spilled down his freckled cheeks.
I felt zero empathy toward him. He knew the deal when he’d walked up to me tonight and climbed into my lap. He knew what his role was here, nothing but a fuck hole. He’d given in to me too many times before not to understand what was at stake. He had come to my bed willingly, offering himself up just the way he knew I liked ’em. Too horny to say no and with too little self-worth not to accept everything that was being done to him without protest.
No strings attached because Grimm didn’t do attachments.
“Come here.”
I grasped his lithe frame around the chest and lifted him easily off his feet. He was a little bit too much on the skinny side, and his body was freckled all over. His eyes were wide, his nostrils flaring from arousal. His small dick, which stuck out, had a suspicious sheen on the tip. My ass clenched with need, but he couldn’t give me what I desired. None of them could, so I settled for what I could have from him.
Always fucking settling.
I threw him onto the bed, none too gently. When he hit the mattress, he gasped as if in shock. Before he could recover, I grasped him by the legs and pulled him toward me to the edge of the bed.
It wasn’t the first time we’d fucked, and he knew the routine as much as I knew he liked to be manhandled and roughed up. He assumed position, ass in the air, chest flat on the bed, his legs spread, his slack puckered hole on full display.
His ass wasn’t round enough, a little bit on the flat side even. When I slapped him hard, he cried out, but there was barely a jiggle. Then again, who was I to complain? I had turned down the one I really wanted so many times.
Taking hold of his cheeks, my grip strong enough to leave bruises, I pried them apart and spat at his gaping hole. Good, he’d prepared himself for me before coming here. His ass was a bit looser than I liked, hardly a surprise. He took dick right around the clock. If I wasn’t dead inside, I would have probably felt sorry about the way he writhed and twisted, likely mistaking sex for affection. But I had none of the latter to give him.
What if the grip of his hole wasn’t tight enough? He was okay with me throwing him around a bit, leaving my prints on him. I was so out of sorts tonight that this was the exact mood I was in, to leave him ruined for any other john. I was quite aware that he would likely creep from my bed and into any of my brothers’. None of it bothered me.
He was nothing but trash. Sweet, but trash nonetheless. I treated him as such because that was the only thing he knew and responded to. I had no reason to feel guilty about it as we all had our own roles in this life. His was to keep a dick warm. He hung around our biker club, since he had nowhere else to go. He only needed to hear the horsepower of the Harley-Davidson and catch a whiff of our leathers before he found us.
I used my fingers to rub my saliva over his hole. If I had a mind to, I could have retrieved the lube in less than five seconds, but I had zero interest in his comfort. I didn’t want an easy fuck when I dug into his hole with my cock. I welcomed the resistance, and he usually took it without a word of protest. When I was done using him, he would walk funny, but he would have a satisfied smile on his face on his way out.
I grabbed the condom strip from the bed and made quick work of sliding one down my cock. I spread his cheeks and rubbed my dick in the crease of his ass. My moan didn’t come from the sensation created by the friction but from the impish face that appeared in my mind out of nowhere. I closed my eyes, basking in the way he had been the last time I saw him.
I’m coming back for you.
My heart lurched, and I snapped my eyes open before I succumbed to dreams of what could never be. With a growl, I pressed the tip of my dick against his rim and was jolted back by the ringing of my cell phone.
“Please,” he begged, pushing his ass back to claim what I had denied him. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my hole, please. I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
When he said Daddy, I winced. He had called me Daddy Grimm. The insufferable boy who I couldn’t get out of my mind, although he had left a long time ago. Whenever he made his holiday visits into town, I always conveniently disappeared until I knew he was gone back to med school.
My phone continued to ring, and with a sigh, I released the ass cheeks that felt way too wrong in my hands. I slapped him so hard my fingerprints remained on his pale ass and his cry rang out in the room. “Fuck you
rself until I finish my call.”
His lips turned down in a pout, but he nodded. He turned over onto his back, raising his legs, and sucked his fingers into his mouth to do exactly what I’d instructed him.
By the time I picked up my phone, it’d stopped ringing, but it didn’t take another full second before it rang again. Not many things had the power of distracting me from a willing ass in my bed, but the ringtone was set to my son, Joel.
“Hey, son, you okay?” I answered the call and watched the boy in my bed cramming his ass with his fingers. He kept looking at me as if seeking my approval.
“He’s coming.”
I frowned, turning away from the boy. The sad reality was that he didn’t really pique my interest. He tried so hard, and he expected nothing in return.
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