“Daddy Grimm!” he wailed when I pulled out the plug and didn’t reinsert it. I brushed my fingers over his gently spread hole, instincts demanding that he was ready. I could pull him to the edge of the bed, bend him like a pretzel, and fuck him.
He’d take it too, even if it hurt.
But this was Jamie, not some random hooker who was accustomed to sleeping with different men at a whim. This boy had kept himself a virgin for me, and he deserved the best first time that anyone could have.
I didn’t have those sweet-smelling candles lit all around the room. It was still light out anyway. I didn’t have roses spread all over the bed and floor like those shitty rom-com movies he liked to watch. I didn’t even have slow bump-and-grind music.
What I did possess was the ability to make his toes curl and his eyes roll back so far that he would still be thinking about tonight years from now with a goofy-ass smile splitting his face.
“I thought you wanted to feel what this vibrator does to your insides.”
His eyes widened. “Yes. I mean, continue.”
I smirked at him, lubed the prostate massager, and fit it snugly inside him just as the butt plug had been. The massager was a bit bigger, and his hole stretched nicely around the bump at the base. I pressed the lowest setting on the underside of the toy, and a low whirring sound filled the room.
Jamie yelped, and his body jerked from the unexpected sensation. I placed my arm around his waist to anchor him to the bed. Alternating the intensity of the vibrations, I teased his prostate lightly, not wanting to send him over the edge just yet. There was no other way for him to come but with me inside him.
The more I watched him squirm, pant, and grow hot, the more turned on I became. When he was nearly delirious with the pressure inside him, I quickly lubed up, then removed the massager. He let out a long sigh, his legs trembling beneath my touch. I leaned forward and kissed him lazily. His breath was erratic; his heart pounded in his chest. He was slick, sweat running down his torso, sliding into his gorgeous matted hair.
“You’re mine,” I told him, staring into his brown eyes as I nudged against his opening. “And what’s mine I intend to keep, cherish, and protect.”
“Yours,” he murmured.
A wave of possession claimed me as I pushed inside his heat. Slowly he opened up around me, and with a grunt, I slipped all the way in. Jamie’s body stiffened beneath me, his ass lifting from the bed. A couple of seconds passed before he drifted slowly back to the bed on a long moan.
“So good,” he gasped.
That was all I needed to hear. Leaning forward, I covered his body with mine, lips fastened to his as I pulled out and thrust back inside him. He locked his legs around my waist, his hips moving in tandem with mine, and all the time, I never stopped kissing him.
I couldn’t remember anything that felt as good as being inside my boy’s body. His slender frame caved into me, inviting me to take, so I did.
When he was better adjusted, I held him by the wrists, both hands on either side of his head. I watched every moan slip from his lips, every rise and fall of his chest.
I was so caught up in him that the feeling that clawed inside my gut took me by surprise. I gripped his wrists tighter, thrusting harder, deeper inside his body as I came. Not exactly what I was going for, but I couldn’t help myself when I was sliding inside that tight channel.
“Fuck,” I muttered, blinking at him. “Fucking hell, boy. You make a man lose control.”
He chuckled at me, his voice hoarse. “It’s always hot watching you come.”
“I still need to get you off,” I told him, pulling out and reaching for the butt plug I had used earlier. He groaned as I pushed it inside his ass to keep him all nice and plugged tight. I didn’t want any of that cum to go to waste.
Jamie watched me grab the lube and quickly prep myself with two fingers. Straddling his thighs, I rubbed my slick hand over the head of his cock and down his shaft. He placed both hands on my thighs as I sank down, taking him inside my ass.
Fuck, now I knew why he shivered when I’d first thrust inside him.
“Oh God!” Jamie gasped, clutching to my thighs as I fucked myself on his cock. “I don’t know what feels better. You inside me or me inside you. Just don’t stop, Daddy.”
My semi flopped against my stomach as I rode my boy, understanding the depth of the pleasure he’d experienced before when I was inside him. I set a punishing rhythm, using the muscles in my thighs to keep my momentum as I worked my ass up and down his dick.
I swore he fucking swelled even bigger inside my ass. I leaned back on one hand, using my other to pull up my cock and balls so I could see him penetrate me. His eyes were also fastened to that point where we joined.
“So hot,” he moaned. “Oh my God, my cock’s going inside you, Daddy. I love watching you ride me.”
“Tell me how much you love being inside me, boy.”
“It’s so fucking good,” he gasped, mouth wide open as he sucked in air like a drowning man.
“Yeah, you like stretching Daddy’s hole with that big cock of yours?”
“Oh God, yes!”
I tightened my muscles around him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “You love the way Daddy makes you feel so good?”
This time he was unable to respond, his throat making interesting gurgling sounds. The vibrations of ecstasy in his frame, the spasms in his body were exquisite. I pushed down on his cock even harder, taking him all the way into my body, and rode him through his hoarse cries, which filled the room. My nipples tingled, and I rubbed my hands up my chest to soothe the ache in them.
I finally brought my ass down to rest lightly in his lap, putting most of my weight on my legs to keep from crushing him. Jamie stroked my thighs as he fought to catch his breath. I sat up, rising slowly until he slid out. A shiver ran through him.
“I’m the most spoiled boy ever,” he said on a groan.
“Hmm, we’re not done yet.”
I leaned forward and sucked his cock into my mouth, cleaning up every single drop of cum that hadn’t made it in my body. When I was satisfied, I shuffled between his thighs, raised his legs, and placed them over my shoulders. With my teeth, I gripped the butt plug and pulled, dropping it to the bed.
He smelled of sex and sweat. The aroma left my mouth watering, so I feasted, pressing my face between his taut cheeks and tried to salvage what I could of the cum leaking out of his ass while he gasped and moaned.
Chapter Thirty
Jamie
“If I knew watching you fold away my clothes could be so sexy,” I called to Grimm as he disappeared into the closet with several pairs of my jeans in his hands, “I would have been bringing my laundry over sooner.”
A few seconds later, he emerged, passing a cursory glance over me as he went back to his task of putting away all my clothes. He was so efficient he had all but one suitcase left to unpack.
I hadn’t said a word before, hoping he wouldn’t insist that I help him put everything away. I rather enjoyed the view of him walking around the bedroom barefooted, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy sweatpants that hung low at his waist, baring the flesh that tapered down to form his hard, round ass. From the front, every movement outlined his cock, which had been in my ass moments before.
“Don’t take this for granted,” he said on a grunt. “I’m only doing this for you because I know you’re sore, but you better not make a habit of leaving your things lying around, or I’m shipping you to your own bedroom.”
Not even his grumpy tone could detract from how mellow I was after sex with him. Following the act, we’d drifted in and out of sleep before Grimm brought me to the bathroom to clean us up. He’d done most of the work with me clinging to him like a vine. I couldn’t have lifted even a hand to wash my ass if I wanted to.
The aftermath of sex plus the lack of sleep had caught up with me. When he brought me back to the bedroom, I’d fallen asleep instantly but had woken up at the sound of him
shuffling around.
“Well, you’re kind of the reason my ass is sore,” I stated, winking at him when he gave me a stare. “You ambushed me, knowing how desperate I’d be after not having you around for so long.” I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest. “I’m so disappointed in me. I didn’t even make you work for it the way I had to work for your ass. I was soooo easy.”
He chuckled as he reached for a bunch of sexy underwear and dumped them into one of the drawers he had cleared. “You can say that again.”
I gave a mock gasp and aimed the pillow at him. He ducked, and it flew over his head while he only laughed harder. Despite my mock anger, I couldn’t help my smile. His presence made such a difference for me, even with the danger I was aware lurked on the outside. I didn’t want him to look after me from a prison cell or worse, the grave. I wanted him in the flesh and blood as he was in this moment, sniffing at one of my hot pink briefs.
“Oh my God, Daddy Grimm, that’s so perverted.”
He shrugged and stuffed the lacy material into the front pocket of his sweatpants. “You smell good. Now tell me what happened at the hospital. Why did you leave early?”
His shift in conversation unbalanced me. I wasn’t prepared mentally to talk about it. I had hoped I would have gotten some time to process everything and come up with a way to inform him that I no longer interned at the hospital.
I couldn’t bear thinking about the disappointment in his eyes. He always expressed such pride in Joel becoming a lawyer and me a doctor. I didn’t want to be the one to let him down. I’d built up so much hope about being their club doctor.
“I don’t really want to talk about it right now,” I answered, staring up at the ceiling to avoid looking at him.
“Well, if you don’t talk about it, Half-Way, I can’t fix it.”
“You can’t fix this one.”
I heard Grimm move, but before I could track where he was, he sat beside me on the bed. His hand gripped my chin, and he forced me to meet his gaze. His face was stern, and a nervous breath shuddered through me. I wasn’t necessarily fond of that stern face, but it usually alerted me to how much trouble I was in with him.
“You were in the eighth grade,” he began. “You wanted the new rainbow Converse sneakers, but your father refused to buy them. Who got them for you?”
“You did,” I answered, unable to take my eyes off him.
“And when you plagiarized that history paper because you procrastinated and went to a party instead, who got your teacher to give you the opportunity to do over the assignment?”
“You did.”
“Or remember the time you were being bullied during junior year. Who taught you how to throw a punch to defend yourself?”
“You did,” I replied. “But I know he backed off only because your bike was parked across the road from where he used to lie in wait to attack.”
“I could go on and on about times I’ve fixed shit going on in your life.”
I lowered my eyes, even with his hands clutching my chin. “This time it’s different. I’m no longer a kid, and you can’t fix all my problems.”
“Can’t I?” He gripped my chin harder. “Who’s your Daddy?”
My eyelids flickered upward to take him in. Where was he going with this? “You are,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then believe I’ll take care of it. Tell me what happened so I know how serious it is.”
My heart bloomed with the first hint of hope, but I didn’t see how he would be able to get me my position back. If he threatened anyone anyway, he could end up in jail again.
“Grimm, it’s okay. I don’t have to be a doctor. There are so many things I can do. I can be a beauty specialist. Far fewer hours and more time to spend with you.”
“Ever since I knew you, it’s been your dream to be a doctor,” he said. “Joel’s changed what he wanted to be about a dozen times, but you always insisted you would be the best doctor. I’m not going to let you give up that dream, Jamie.”
Given his resignation, how could I doubt him? I quickly filled him in on the wreck I had been when he’d been locked up and how I’d fallen asleep on the job. He listened intently without judging me, and when I was through, he rose to his feet, taking me by the hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I need to show you something. Are you able to walk down the stairs?”
My ass didn’t hurt that bad, but I barely made a step when he took the decision out of my hands and swung me up in his arms. Who was I to protest at being held by Grimm? I clung to his shoulders, the teasing words stuck in my throat.
He was too serious. Whatever he meant to show me wouldn’t be something light.
Without speaking, he took me down the stairs. He held me so carefully I wasn’t even jostled around in his arms. When we were downstairs, he took a left along the corridor, to a door leading to his home office. This was where he had allowed Joel and me to do our homework, so we didn’t get distracted by the television.
As we entered, I stared at the desk Joel and I used to share. Our heads would usually be bent over our twin laptops Grimm had procured for us. I’d been careless about the one my father had gotten me, and someone had stolen it at school. Dad had refused to purchase another one for me out of pocket. Grimm had surprised both Joel and me with our laptops after one of his trips.
“Why are we here?” I asked him as he placed me on my feet.
“It’s best for me to show you. Come on over here.”
He indicated a place for me to stand, and I watched him full of curiosity as he walked over to his desk—a big oak thing that had been in the house for as long as I knew Grimm and Joel. My curiosity was further piqued when he placed his hands on one side of the desk and pushed. The muscles in his arms strained as he grunted with the effort to push the desk across the carpeted floor.
“You brought me down here to watch you work those muscles?” I asked him.
“That’s just the pro.” He straightened, rubbing his hands across his sweatpants. “Come closer.”
I closed the distance between us while he grabbed an edge of the carpet and rolled it back. He dropped the carpet and crouched onto the floor. I stepped even closer and studied the latch he held on to. He raised what looked almost like a trap door and—
“Holy shit!” I lurched back, repelled at the assortment of knives, guns, and ammunition Grimm had in the floorboards. I only caught one look, but they were a lot. Certainly, more than one man needed unless he was preparing for war.
“There’s also emergency money and a gun in the safe right there against the wall.” I followed his gaze to a horrendous painting I had done in art class and given to him. He’d gotten it framed all nice like it was ready to be hung in the Louvre. “It’s behind the painting. I’ll share the code with you so you know what to do in case of an emergency.”
His words sank in, and I shook my head, not wanting to see all this. “Why are you showing me this?”
“Because you need to know how to take care of yourself,” he replied. “I’ve already taught both you and Joel how to shoot a gun, but you need to practice some more. I’m sure Boston life would have made you forget a lot of things. I’ve already asked Zak to help you out there, since he’s the best man with a gun. I’ll teach you how to use a knife.”
“Is all this really necessary?”
Grimm walked over to me and gripped my shoulders, shaking me a little. “I have enemies, Jamie. People who want to see me dead. People who will want to see you dead once they find out how important you are to me. I’m not leaving anything up to chance. You will prove to me that you know enough to take care of yourself should anything happen to me.”
“Nothing is going to happen to you.” I said the words on a whisper. All this talk of preparing me to face the big bad world on my own was freaking me out. Stitching someone up, I could manage. Dodging bullets and engaging in hand-to-hand combat were not m
y forte.
“Jamie, you—”
“Nothing will happen to you!” I insisted, stepping back away from him. “It can’t. I need you, Daddy Grimm. I can’t lose you.”
“Jamie, come back here.”
But I was too distraught at what his words meant to obey him. I bolted from the office, just needing to get away from floors that opened up to reveal weapons and paintings that were supposed to be cute but revealed blood money.
My reaction didn’t help my cause any at all in proving I could survive this lifestyle.
I couldn’t think about it.
A life without Grimm.
That was no life at all.
The grief was already hard to bear just thinking about it. Grimm had been a constant in my life for so long. Even when I was at med school and didn’t speak to him more than the occasional few words, I heard about him from Joel. I always knew he was within a plane ride’s reach, but there was no transportation beyond the grave.
He had to stay alive.
I didn’t go into Grimm’s bedroom. My feet took me to familiar ground where I sought stability when thoughts about Grimm usually sent me haywire. Once I was in Joel’s bedroom, I slammed the door shut. I threw myself onto the bed, sneezing at the film of dust I released. So much of my actions were reminiscent of my adolescent self but which I still couldn’t tame.
The phone on the bedside table had a dial tone. I punched in the numbers and waited while it rang, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Please, pick up. Please, pick up.
“Hello?”
“How do you do it?” I blurted out once I heard my best friend’s voice.
“Jamie? What are you going on about now?”
“Your dad,” I replied, breathing hard and trying to contain my panic. “How do you go through the day, knowing he might be in trouble? How do you say good-bye each day, knowing it might be the last?”
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