I had no idea how long I sat on the bed, crying. All I knew was that at some point, Grimm had come in, still wet from his shower. He wrapped his arms around me, and I curled into him, sobbing into his chest. He whispered soothing words, rubbing my back, telling me it was going to be all right.
I didn’t want to hear how much it would get better without my father. Twisting in his arms, I struggled to find the words to beg him to stop with the platitudes. I felt like I was spiraling, and I did the only thing I could think of.
The only thing that was familiar.
I slammed my mouth against Grimm’s, our teeth clashing as his lips parted in surprise. There was nothing gentle in my kiss and nothing gentle in his response. My arousal was fast, burning in my lap to get relief. I bore him down onto the bed as we struggled to get me out of my clothes. When I was fully undressed, I straddled his hips, slanting my lips against his, pulling at his hair.
This. This was much better than the pain. It wasn’t gone by a long shot, but the passion that burned between us converted the pain, the anger, the disappointment, the hate into something more powerful than I had ever felt. Grimm could give me this.
Was this what Cass had meant when he talked about how wild Grimm usually got after he took care of dirty business?
“Daddy Grimm.” I released his lips and gasped for air. “Can I? Please, I need you so much right now. I feel like if I am not inside you right now, I’ll die.”
“You take what you need from Daddy tonight, sweet boy,” he told me. “Whatever makes this better.”
“You,” I moaned, staring down at him. I felt ashamed for my earlier thoughts of him. “You make everything better. I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” he rasped.
“I hated you,” I replied, tears falling onto his chest. “I’m sorry I hated you when you took me away and wouldn’t let me stay with him.”
He groaned, lifting his hands and cupping my face. “It killed me to do that to you, Jamie, but believe me when I say that I had to. I wish I could have taken him with us.”
I grasped his hands and kissed both his palms. “I know. I know you had to, but I’m sorry anyway because I didn’t mean to hate you. I love you so much, and I’d be lost without you right now. Life wouldn’t be worth living.”
“Baby, don’t say that.”
Still holding his hands, I brought them to either side of his head on the bed, holding him down, all the while knowing I only could because he let me. I loved him so much, this beautiful, fearless man who gave me what I needed, even when I didn’t know I needed it.
“It’s true,” I said and covered his mouth with mine. “Life’s nothing without you in it, Daddy Grimm. I need you so. Please.”
Raising his head, he met my urgent kisses. Our mouths dueled, loved, waged war, conquered, and defeated. He rolled us over until I lay on my back, him on top of me, and he kissed down my body. Fingers digging into the bedsheets, I lifted the lower half of my body, hips pushing upward as his lips descended on my cock.
“Fuck, Daddy Grimm!” I wailed, making no effort to temper the onslaught of emotions beating down on me. I brought one hand up to his head and fisted his hair while I thrust my hips hard. He gazed up at me, his eyes giving me permission to do all that I needed. He wouldn’t hold me back. He wouldn’t stop me.
Every time I topped Grimm, I’d never felt in control. There was always the lingering feeling that even though I fucked him, he was still in charge. This time, he made no move to take over.
Because trust.
It was remarkable, seeing him just moments earlier in his element. Completely in control with no hesitation or fear as he cut Di Oro’s body open. He could have held me down and fucked me, but instead he allowed me to take control this time.
I went wild beneath Grimm, keeping our eyes locked as I sent my cock sliding down the back of his throat. He took whatever I dished out, saliva running down my cock, which he chased.
When he wrapped those lips of his around the plump head and sucked on the soft glans, I gasped, hand falling away from his hair to clutch the sheets. Grunting, I desperately sought to fight off my climax. I didn’t want to come just yet.
As if he sensed how close I was to the edge, Grimm backed off, giving my dick one final lick. I watched that pink tongue trailing over my skin and groaned.
“Stay. I know just what you need.”
I eased up on my elbows, staring at my swollen cock glistening wet with his saliva. Then I turned to him beside his drawer. He was completely naked, his ass drawing my attention. I wanted in him so badly, and my dick twitched. I collapsed onto the bed and groaned, exhaling hard to calm down.
Grimm returned to me, and I watched him silently as he slid a cock ring into place over my thickness.
“It’s adjustable,” he said, sliding it all the way down and adjusting the fit tight around my balls but not uncomfortably so. When he was done, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “There, that should keep you on edge for a while so you can work off all the adrenaline.”
“I feel like I’m about to come already,” I moaned.
“Then let’s avoid your cock for now,” he replied. “How about we pay some attention to mine?”
I glanced at his girth and licked my lips. “Yes, please.”
Grimm stood at the edge of the bed and patted the area before him. “Turn and let your head hang off the bed.”
I did what he suggested, scooting down until my head hung a little over the edge. Grimm stepped over my face, his thighs on either side of my head. As the tip of his cock hit my lips, I opened my mouth and captured him.
“Fuck, that feels good, boy,” Grimm groaned, his fingers tugging at his nipple rings as he fed me the length of his cock until his balls were pressed to my chin.
It took great effort to keep my head in position as he pulled up and thrust down again, his rhythm slow. Too slow. I grabbed his ass cheeks, fingers digging into his hard backside. I pulled him down, and he got the point, moving quicker, thrusting harder, fucking the back of my throat raw.
My cock throbbed hard against the ring, which tightened around it. When Grimm pulled out to give my throat a break, I yanked him forward until he was leaned over me, hands braced on the bed. Still clutching his cheeks, I spread and raised my head enough to take a swipe at his hole.
“Dammit, Jamie,” he moaned, reaching for my cock and stroking me slowly. I tried not to concentrate on what his hand was doing to me, but thrust my tongue inside his body, getting him wet and working both of us to the point of insanity.
“You want to fuck Daddy’s hole, don’t you?” he growled at me when I allowed my head to fall back down to ease the strain in my neck. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, so hard,” I said, heart beating rapidly from my excitement. “And you, Daddy? Do you want to feel my cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck you hard and make you come?”
He stepped around my head, allowing me to change position and come off the bed. He jerked the drawer open so hard it flew out and upended onto the floor.
“We can fix that later.”
He grabbed the lube and returned to me. Grimm took hold of my neck, his arms crushing me to his chest as he plundered my lips. I ran my hands down his back, over his ass, between the cheeks, and fingered his hole, tapping against the opening with the pad of my finger.
“You fuck me hard.” He stepped away from me and knelt at the edge of the bed. “Give me all you’ve got, boy. I can take it.”
I needed no further encouragement. I squeezed the lube so hard a lot more than I needed came out. On second thought, maybe I needed it all. I lubed us both, working on my cock first, then giving attention to Grimm’s ass spread open. I fingered him, one finger, two, and then I had three inside his tight fit. His guttural grunts, his animalistic groans, and the way he fucked himself back onto my digits were too much; I could no longer wait.
I wiped my hands on the bedsheets, then grasped Grimm’s hips and nudged my cock betwee
n his glutes. Eyes fixed on his hole, I thrust inside him in one hard motion, completely bottoming out. His back arched as he swore, but he raised himself, pulling my cock out, then slamming his ass back and claiming every single inch again.
“Oh my God, Daddy Grimm.” I couldn’t help myself; my fingernails dug into his flesh for extra purchase. I retreated, then advanced, fucking his ass hard. I’d thought Grimm was completely open up to me before when we had sex, but tonight he let go in a way he’d never done. He was hungry, couldn’t get enough of me, which was just fine. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Spank me!” he growled, the request throwing me off balance.
“Are you sure?” I asked him tentatively. We’d never really spanked during sex before. Grimm spanked me when I misbehaved, and that had been solely for punishment, but this…this was something else that I couldn’t explain.
“Spank me!”
I pulled back my hand and slapped his cheek, my hand tingling at the connection of flesh against flesh.
“Again,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, Jamie. Fuck. Fuck.”
Grimm’s chants turned louder, more pleading with every slap I rendered to his ass. When my handprints dotted his skin, I bore him down to the mattress, hands braced on both his shoulders while I mounted him with my legs planted firmly on the bed. Grimm spread his cheeks for me, showing me his stretched hole filled with my cock.
“Please,” I begged, marveling at the tightness of each thrust. “Please, can I come inside you, Daddy?”
“Yes!” he rasped. “Breed Daddy’s ass.”
I erupted with a shout, groaning and gasping as I thrust through my climax, nailing Grimm to the bed. My abs burned, my legs shook, my chest heaved, draining me of all my energy. I collapsed onto Grimm’s back, mindful that I’d not made him come. I tried to move, sliding out of him so I could take care of him too, but Grimm turned onto his side, caught me in his embrace, and folded me into his arms.
“But you haven’t—” I started to protest.
“Shh.” He kissed the top of my head when I yawned unexpectedly. My energy was snapped, and the horror of the past few hours had caught up with me. “Don’t worry. If you want to sleep, then sleep.”
“But you won’t get to come,” I said in dismay.
“Don’t worry. I will.”
He shifted on the bed before closing the gap between us once more. My eyes were drifting to a shut when I felt his fingers delving between my ass cheeks. I moaned sleepily as he rubbed lube against my hole, circling the opening before pushing a finger inside.
I arched into his touch, slipping a leg forward to be more accommodating.
“I thought you were tired,” he whispered against my ear. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
I pressed my ass backward, groaning as two fingers stroked inside my body, working the muscles loose. “I can’t sleep when you’re doing that to me.”
“Hmm, then maybe I can get you to sleep like this.”
The broad head of his cock pressed against my hole. I relaxed my muscles, breathing deeply as he slid inside me. I braced myself for him to slide deeper, but he pulled out and nudged back inside me, fucking me only an inch deep. The rubbing tug and pull sensation of his cock concentrating on my nerve endings just inside my ass made me moan.
“Go to sleep,” he said kissing my neck. “Pretend I’m rocking you to sleep if you need to.”
Now that he mentioned it, his movements did cause the bed to rock gently beneath our frames. He slid an arm beneath my head, and I closed my eyes, taking his suggestion. I was tired, and his cock felt so nice like that. Hypnotic. Like a lullaby.
I started drifting off as he slid deeper inside my body, but by then his movements had drugged me so much that I could do nothing more than to succumb. He never once intensified his movements but kept up the slow gentle rocking.
Grimm started to whisper to me, his voice lulling since I couldn’t make out the words. They sounded like promises to me, but I didn’t ask him to clarify.
“Daddy Grimm,” I moaned, slipping deeper into sleep. “Thank you.”
For caring. For loving me back. For knowing exactly what I needed tonight. For not allowing me to become a version of myself that I wouldn’t have been able to recognize after the grief passed.
Chapter Forty-One
Grimm
The memorial service for Chief Mason Dehaney had turned out bigger than we’d all expected. The living room of Dehaney’s house was filled with people who had shown up to give their sympathies to the fallen chief’s only living relative.
At least that was their story, but I knew differently.
Five days after the Smoky Vale massacre—as the local media had dubbed it—no one could still adequately explain the dead bodies discovered in the old storage unit where we’d found Jamie. All sorts of stories had been spun, the most dominant one that the chief had encountered some illegal ring that had cost him his life, but he had taken down a few men with him.
It was not so far from the truth. The police were still looking into the murders and trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle—the second Di Oro brother. What they didn’t know and the family didn’t seem inclined to inform them was that his ashes had been sent to them in an urn with an explicit message.
Smoky Vale didn’t take kindly to outsiders coming in and trying to take over its turf. We wouldn’t go down without fighting.
From my corner of the room, I watched Jamie’s tight smile as he spoke to some members of the police department. I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. I hadn’t thought it wise for me to attend, given the questions that already surrounded Dehaney’s death, but Jamie wanted comfort.
Joel’s presence hadn’t been enough, and even though my son was around, it was me that he sought out in the room every so often to ensure I was close by.
The funeral had taken a toll on him. He wasn’t sleeping properly, and our lovemaking fluctuated from fierce to sweet, but whenever it was the latter, he cried. My body had taken more delicious abuse from his than ever before, and I wasn’t opposed to the treatment. I offered him the solace he needed, and he offered me the pleasure I had never been able to find in anyone else.
“Just a couple more hours, and then it’s over,” Joel said, appearing at my side.
I didn’t respond right away, observing this grown-up version of him. He looked every bit the lawyer he was about to become, his tailored suit sharp on his athletic build. His hair was combed over to one side but was a bit messy, and I smiled; it reminded me of him as a kid.
“It’s almost as if you two grew up way too fast,” I murmured, glancing to Jamie and back at Joel. “I never thought it would be like this.”
Joel chuckled. “Like what? That you and Jamie would end up together, or that his father would die this way?”
“Both,” I answered, itching to remove a cigarette from my pocket and smoke. “But mainly the former.”
“He’s always been into you, Dad.”
“And you’ve always been into him,” I said, watching his reaction.
Joel’s face turned red, and he glanced away from me. I gripped his chin and turned his head back toward me. “Hey, loving someone is nothing to be ashamed of, even if they don’t love us back the way we want.”
“That was a long time ago,” he replied, knocking my hand away. “Now he’s got you, and I have other interests. Jamie and I are just friends, and I learned that a long time ago.”
I thrust my hands into the pockets of my tailored pants, which felt just as awkward as I was sure I looked, wearing a dress suit. I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for Jamie by wearing my cut so I had sprung for something more official to blend it. Little good did it do me. I was still gawked at, and it was obvious I didn’t fit in.
The guys had poked fun at me before I left the compound, but they’d been gentle with the jokes. They were still raw from the ordeal of losing our brothers. Luckily, Whip hadn’t succumbed to his injuries. He was still far fro
m okay, but under Jamie’s care, he was slowly recuperating.
“I still think you two would have been great together,” I told him.
For years I believed it and had hoped Jamie would see it too before it was too late. Now we were both in love with each other, and I wouldn’t give him up for the world. Not even for my son. And what did that say about me? I’d never felt this strongly about anyone before. Not even with Mason and Gunner, and they were my firsts of many.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Dad,” he said. “I’ve never seen two people who deserve each other more than you two. I know I was hesitant at first, but even with everything that’s happened, it’s clear to see that he’s happier with you than without you. He wasn’t fully himself back in Boston. Not like he is with you here.”
As if he sensed us talking about him, Jamie’s head turned in our direction. He smiled at us through whatever agonizing conversation he was having to endure. His eyes were red from crying, and after everyone went home, I intended to bring him back home and put him to bed, insisting that he slept. If it meant wearing him out with sex so he slept in exhaustion, I was up for the challenge.
My face flamed as I glanced away from him. How much of last night had Joel heard?
“What are you going to do with the mayor’s son?” Joel asked me, his tone somber.
“For the time being, he’s Booker responsibility,” I answered. “He thinks we should get rid of him.”
“But you won’t.”
“I can’t,” I replied. “But neither can I keep him locked up at the compound forever. Right now, the only people he talks to are Jamie and Cass. My men terrify him, and I haven’t been able to get anywhere with him, but we can’t simply let him walk away like that, Joel. If he tells anyone what happened that day, we’re all screwed. Including Jamie. We’d get the death penalty for sure.”
“Sounds like it would have been better for him if he had died that day as well.”
I shrugged. “I’m trying to come up with a solution that doesn’t include any more deaths. That’s the best I can do.”
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