“I want you on your back,” I told him, and he rolled over. I didn’t hesitate to wedge my way between his legs. One tap of his knee, and he raised both legs in the air, his chest moving rapidly, his breath ragged.
“I love how much you want me,” I said, stroking his dick while I watched the way his hole puckered, quivered, and relaxed under my stare. “And I love so much to be inside you, Daddy. So much.”
“Then do it,” he growled at me. “Fuck me with your cock, baby boy. Daddy wants it as badly as you want to give it to him.”
“I want to do this first.”
Hands resting on the backs of his thighs to keep his legs upward, I dipped my head and traced my tongue from his taint and down between his beautiful ass cheeks. The short hairs flattened from the wetness of my tongue. I moaned, delving deeper, the bed shaking gently from my movements. I used nothing but my tongue and spit to work over his hole, thrusting into that sweet space that he wanted me to invade.
Soon. The longer I fucked him with my tongue, the harder I became, the more the fire burned inside my chest to plunge my cock inside him and fuck him hard like he had asked for.
“Fuck, Jamie,” he moaned, releasing his legs to reach beneath him and grasp his ass cheeks. He spread them even wider for me, blowing hard as I washed over his pucker with my tongue. Flat broad strokes followed by probing sharp stabs with my tongue inside his body. I could feel the tautness of his muscles against my tongue, and I enjoyed his hums of pleasure, his cusses so much I could have made love to his ass all day.
In that moment, I realized why Grimm preferred being fucked. He loved ass play. His dick strained against the cock ring, thick and tempting. With his ass wet from my mouth, I popped one finger inside his hole while I capture his cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he blew out, his legs shaking. “Oh God, baby, what you do to me.”
I released his cock and kissed up his stomach until my mouth was pressed to his in a deep kiss. I stroked his abs, fascinated with every bit of detail of his chest.
“Daddy Grimm.”
“Hmm?”
“I want you. Need to feel you on my cock.”
“Lube!”
I almost forgot, so hazed as I was with lust. I reached for the lube and squirted a generous amount on his hole. The rest I poured onto my cock and smeared down my length. When I was satisfied, I rocked back onto my heels. Grimm grasped his legs once again, holding them high, baring his hairy pink hole. Just the sight of him jolted me with a want so intense I surged inside him with one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” Grimm shouted, and I paused.
“I’m sor—”
“No, don’t stop.” Grimm released his legs, reached behind me and slapped my ass. He grasped my cheeks, squeezing hard and thrusting his ass down to ride my cock. “Fuck me, boy. I know how much you want to.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I pulled out and thrust back inside him. “Thank you for this. I love fucking you so much.”
“Yes, baby, just like that.”
I plowed into Grimm’s tight muscled body, stroke after stroke, gasp after gasp, moan after moan. I had wanted this to be about him, about giving him that intensity he craved after the hellish day he’d had, but this wasn’t just about him at all. I loved being the one on top. Loved seeing the way he opened up before my very eyes.
I loved the vulnerability that I saw in his face when he allowed me to fuck him in the good ole missionary position. It was my favorite because then I could stare into his face, seeing every rapt look of wonder that crossed his features when I was pushing inside his body.
When we changed positions, there were no words, but our bodies communicated well. My body was in tune with his, and I pulled out allowing him to turn over onto his knees, his thighs apart, head rested on his arms and chest on the bed.
I thrust into him slowly this time, running my hand up and down the sleek muscles in his back. I caressed him from his big beautiful ass to his shoulders which I gripped, bringing him upward. My hand supported by his shoulders, I crouched with my soles flat on the bed and rode my Daddy’s ass.
“Fuck, yes!” Grimm grunted, growling, fists punching the bed. When I slowed down, thinking I was hurting him, he threw me a heated look over his shoulder. “Don’t you stop, baby. So close. So fucking close.”
He reached beneath him and grasped his cock, pumping himself while I staved off my own climax. Not yet.
“Love you so much!” I gasped. Not just his body. Not just this hot incredible sex that left him flushed and sweaty beneath me. I loved Grimm Buckley more than life.
A guttural cry ripped from Grimm’s throat and fired tingles down my spine. His body went rigid, except for his hand which continued to pump his cock furiously. Mini-vibrations rolled off him, a flush fanning across his back as his hole tightened around my girth.
“Oh God, daddy,” I moaned, incapable of holding back. I gripped his hips, pulling out just enough to watch my seed squirt inside his ass. There was so much of it. When the pulsing twitches stopped, I pressed deep inside him one more, shivering at the thought of how much of me was inside of him.
I sprawled onto his back, hugging him, wrapping my arms under him as we both breathed deep and hard. I lay my cheek on his chest, and he reached behind me to pat my ass.
“You were great,” he said, and I smiled to the point of purring.
“Thank you, but I’m not done yet.” I rubbed my cheek over his sweaty back. “Do you mind if I stay inside you like this for now?”
“You can stay inside me for as long as you want, Half-Way.”
I planted a kiss on his back. “Good because I plan to be inside you all night.”
“Fuck yes.”
My belly churned, and I remembered how very little I had eaten today. I licked my lips. “Umm, about those protein bars…”
Grimm laughed, his shoulders shaking, and my heart warmed from the sound. I hoped like hell I would always be here to make him laugh through the difficult times. He needed me just as much as I needed him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jamie
The next morning, I woke up to something tickling my nose. I wiggled my nose to get the offending item away, but it persisted. I swatted at the nuisance and popped my eyes open when I heard a grunt as my hand connected with a solid frame.
“Grimm?” I said on a moan, blinking away the sleep. The events of the past twenty-four hours or so came rushing back, and I gasped, sitting up. “Is something wrong?”
He grabbed a handful of pillows and stuffed them behind my back, then gently pushed me back to recline. “Nope. We’re going to have a peaceful morning, and the devil help anyone who tries to interrupt it.”
“What time is it?” I yawned. I was plumb worn out from our sexathon last night. Cass hadn’t been kidding about Grimm’s stamina. The night had eventually culminated into a tangle of limbs and gently rocking that brought us both to an orgasm. I had been so exhausted after that I hadn’t even pulled out, just wrapped my arms around him and fell into a deep sleep.
“It’s almost midday,” he answered, twisting to reach something on the bedside table. He straightened and brought the tray he held and placed it in my lap. Coffee, orange juice, French toast, and bacon.
“Oh, you made me breakfast,” I gushed, smiling widely at him. “Thank God because I’m starving.”
“I knew you’d be. You fucked me real good last night, and I thought you deserved a treat for pleasing Daddy the way you did.”
I stared at the breakfast I didn’t have to make myself. “This is a treat.” I took a sip of the coffee and moaned. “You’re still not telling me how you make your coffee to be so good?”
“Sorry, that’s my secret. And I’m not talking about the breakfast being the treat either.”
My eyes widened at him. I loved surprises and getting them from Grimm was the best. When he got back home from every road trip he took when we were younger, he would bring Joel and me something. Knowing there was a gift a
t the end of his disappearance had helped with the longing back then.
“What is it?”
“I’ll give it to you after you finish your meal.”
“No fair.” I was glad that after last night, we were able to roll right back into how we usually were. A part of me had feared some lingering tension.
“You argue, and you don’t get it either.”
I stopped talking and reached for the French toast while he petted my hair. “Good boy. I knew you had it in you to be obedient.”
I hastily bit into the bread so I couldn’t retort. Grimm wasn’t idle on his threats. If he said he would not give me my gifts were I to create a fuss, he meant it, and I wanted my surprise.
“Have you seen Booker yet?” I asked. He updated me while I quickly wolfed down the breakfast.
“Doing much better and arguing that he’s being confined to a bed,” he replied. “Zak has his hands full distracting him.”
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll kill each other?”
“That’s a possibility, but Zak needs to keep busy, or he’ll do something foolish. Booker’s so blind to how Zak really feels about him.”
“Kinda like you,” I said cheekily and drank the last bit of my orange juice.
“Nope. I always knew how you felt. Just ignored your troublemaking ass back then.”
I snorted and poked his stomach. “I’m not that much of a troublemaker when things are going my way.”
He shook his head and lifted the tray from my lap. He placed it on the nightstand and rose to his feet. “Close your eyes. I’ll be right back.”
This had better be good. I closed my eyes, tempted to peek when I heard him moving around. The bed dipped under his weight when he settled down beside me.
“Can I look now?”
“Not yet.”
I let out a groan to let him know I wasn’t happy, but I refrained from mouthing off in case he changed his mind about giving me my gift. I tried not to shuffle around and show my impatience.
“Now?” I asked.
“Yes, now.”
I opened my eyes at the same time he placed two badly wrapped gifts on my lap. He was never worth shit when it came to wrapping gifts, but what was inside usually made up for it. The paper was wrinkled and bunched under the tape he had used to fasten the ends together.
I smiled at him, thinking how much these gifts represented him. All rough-looking on the exterior but priceless when the layers were peeled back. That was what I saw whenever I looked at Grimm while everyone else saw the dangerous man he was.
“There are two!” I said in utter delight. “What’s inside?”
He chuckled softly, and seeing the relaxed look of him this morning made the heaviness in my heart slide away. I knew he was worried about me and the threat out there he still had no lead on, but this moment was all about us.
“If only there was a way for you to know what’s inside,” he said, white teeth flashing at me.
I pursed my lips in a frown, playing into the mood. “Will you help me open them?”
“Nope. You want to see what’s in the box, you gotta do all the work.”
Lowering my eyes to the gifts, I muttered playfully, “I always do all the work.”
“You little shit! I didn’t hear you complaining when you were moaning thanks for letting you fuck me.”
I leaned forward and kissed him; he met me halfway. My heart swelled, then burst into swirls and colors only I could see beneath my closed lids. Were these swirls of love, and if so, did he see them too?
“I’ve never felt so spoiled before,” I teased, pulling back as I finished unwrapping the gifts. “I have you, new friends, new family, and…” I took out the piece of clothing from the box and eyed Grimm. “A brand-new lab coat!”
“You were wearing your old one while tending to Booker. Even Cass couldn’t save it. It’s ruined.”
“This one means so much more because it’s from you!”
“From all of us,” he corrected. “Everyone wanted to chip in and make it up to you.”
Tears filled my eyes. I desperately tried to keep them at bay, but one rebellious one, determined to broadcast my weakness, rolled down my cheek. Grimm caught it with his thumb and wiped the streak away.
“My brothers accept you as one of us now,” he said. “You saved one of ours, and you can bet on their loyalty to you.”
I thought of Clem and how much I was certain this didn’t apply to him, but I didn’t want to put a damper on the mood, so I merely nodded happily. I wouldn’t allow memories of Clem and our recent interaction to ruin this moment for us.
“I can’t wait to tell everyone thanks,” I replied, reaching for the next gift.
“Or not. They are not the sort of men who react to emotions well.”
“They just need a little love in their lives, and they’ll react just fine.”
I opened the second gift and gasped at the eyeshadow palette inside the long box. I did a quick calculation of thirty-six colors and shades combined from nude matte to rose gold.
“You bought me makeup!” Just like old times.
“They always seem to cheer you up,” he replied with an uneasy shrug. “Although I can’t say I know for sure what the magic is all about. You look fine without.”
“I can show you the difference,” I piped up.
Grimm was off the bed in a jiffy, scowling at me. “Hell no, that’s your thing. Not mine.”
I laughed at his reaction, put down the palette on the bedside table, and got out of bed. I walked over to him and, when I was close enough, wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him.
“Thank you. I love my presents.”
His face relaxed—his body too. “I know it doesn’t make up for yesterday.”
“They are perfect. Just like you.”
Two hours later, I felt all tingly good and comforted. Grimm had gone down on me, making me come, then took me to his bathroom. He’d run me a bath and told me to rest a bit. He seemed to know more than me what my body needed. When I emerged from the bathroom, I couldn’t recall ever feeling so relaxed.
Grimm brought me to the clubhouse, where I thanked everyone for my brand-new coat I’d insisted on wearing. I paraded before his men who were in the den, then made a show of giving each of them a kiss on the cheek while Grimm watched in amusement.
“Look how embarrassed you’ve made everyone,” he whispered into my ear and took my hand to lead me away. “If I’m not careful, you’re going to convert every one of my men into sappy fools.”
He left me at Booker’s room while he went to take care of business. Although I wanted to know what he had to do, I refrained from asking. He didn’t want me to know certain things for my protection, and I would respect that.
Even a grumpy Booker wasn’t able to spoil my mood. He wasn’t as bad as he was yesterday, and even though Zak remained in the room, they didn’t go at each other’s throat like they usually did.
As I tended to Booker, I glanced from one to the other, noticing the uncomfortable silence in the room. They seemed pissed off at each other and not in the usual way either. Like something was seriously wrong between them.
“You guys okay?” I asked after checking Booker’s wound. No red marks leading from the wound. No foul smell or discharge, and the bleeding was minimal. All in all, he was healing well.
“Fine,” Booker and Zak answered in unison.
The vehemence in their tone and the glare between them unsettled me. Zak rose to his feet and mumbled that he should go. He brushed past me in his haste to get out of the room. I stared after his disappearing back, then returned my attention to Booker.
“What did you do?”
Booker turned onto his side, his back to me, his grunt laced with pain. “I don’t want to talk about it. For God’s sake, just leave me alone.”
I knew pain when I heard it. Usually, I would push until I found out what happened and try to fix it, but something about Booker’s stance dissuaded me. H
e was a strong man and wouldn’t want me to see his weakness. Without another word, I walked over to the table by his bed and placed his tablets and a bottle of water.
Maybe I should have said more, but I couldn’t find the words to help ease his suffering, so I did the only thing I could. I left him alone.
“You were right.” His voice stopped me before I could turn the doorknob.
“Yup, of course I was,” I stated but frowned at him. I had no idea what he was getting at.
“You and Grimm,” he said, still facing away from me. “How do you make it work?”
“Umm, well.” I thought deeply about his question, then responded, “I guess when you care for someone the way we do about each other, the only thing that makes sense is to be together.”
He scoffed. “Not much help, but thanks.”
I glared at his back. “You know, you can be a real asshole to other people except Grimm, Booker. You should be kissing Zak’s ass for being man enough to deal with you.”
“If that was the case, why did he just end things between us?”
Just like that, all my anger dissipated. Ashamed for my assumptions that he was the cause of whatever problem existed between him and Zak, I returned to his side. “I didn’t even know you two were together. I mean, everyone makes jokes about it, but nobody ever knew for sure.”
“It was nobody’s fucking business. We wanted to keep it on the down low until things were more certain between us. Now it doesn’t matter.”
I reached out a hand and almost touched his shoulder but thought better of it. “Maybe you’ll work it out. I mean, it doesn’t have to end because he says it does. Look at Grimm and me. If I had believed we would never be together like he did, I wouldn’t have him now. Sure, it hurt like hell when he turned me down over and over, but it was so worth it.”
I waited a few seconds for a response from him. I had begun to think none would come when he slowly turned to me. “You tell anyone we talked about this—”
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