Something Old, Something New

  The Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Extra 3

  Gianni Holmes

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  A Word from the Author

  One: Mort

  Two: Cass

  Three: Mort

  Four: Cass

  Five: Mort

  Six: Cass

  Seven: Mort

  Eight: Cass

  Nine: Cass

  Thank You

  Sneak Peek

  Coming Soon

  Becone a Gem

  About Gianni Holmes

  Other Books by Gianni:

  Dear Daddy, Please Love Me

  Take Care of You

  Let Me Love You

  Ginger Kisses

  Spoiled

  Secrets

  Also Gianni writing as GS Holmes

  Not His Omega to Love

  A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR

  Dear Reader,

  At the end of every new book in the Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale series, I add extra content just for you. This world is addictive, and the boys are at their best when they come together. I can’t get enough of them, and I hope you can’t too. These extras are usually more fun and sexier with wild escapades from our boys.

  I hope you enjoy reading more about Cass and Mort. I’ve dropped little hints and surprises throughout the story, some of these will be fully explored in the next book Miles High. There are at least three more books in the series after Miles High, then we’ll spin off into a new territory with some familiar and some new faces.

  If you have any queries about the series, you can contact me directly via my email contact@gianniholmesauthor.com.

  A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.

  Dave Muerer

  BLURB

  In a few short weeks Cass and Mort are getting married, but Mort has a big hard problem only his boy can help him with. Too bad Cass has been bogged down by all the preparations for a bigger wedding than Mort ever anticipated.

  When he reaches the breaking point, Mort must decide whether he should suffer through blue balls in silence or interrupt the wedding preparations just for some alone time with his boy.

  Something Old, Something New is a 15k word novelette packed with sexy times, shenanigans from our favorite boys, and jaw-dropping moments to tickle your fancy. This is best read after The Mortician, book 3 in the gritty outlaw motorcycle club series The Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale.

  One

  “HEY, HEY. WATCH where you put those hands.”

  Rocking back on his heels with the tattoo machine in his hand, Rubble threw back his head and laughed, the sound grating on my nerves. He pointed at Spike, who handled piercings in the shop, and held out his hand.

  “What’d I tell you? Come on, pay up.”

  “What the hell’s this about?” I eyed Spike as he came over to Rubble and stuffed a twenty-dollar note in the front pocket of Rubble’s tight jeans.

  “He bet me you were going to be a whole lot of trouble for him when he put that tattoo on Cass’s ass.”

  “Sure did.” Rubble wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “It ain’t my fault. I’m just doing a job. If you can’t take the heat, why don’t you go on to the back where the guys are gambling?”

  “Like hell, I will. You touch only what you need to, Rubble and not an inch more.”

  Cass groaned and turned his head to the side. “Mort, you promised you would behave.”

  “This is me behaving.” I shrugged. “Should have taken you to that other tattoo shop across the street.”

  “We support Reaper business,” Cass said. “Plus, Rubble’s doing this one for free.”

  “What?” Rubble choked out. “I don’t remember that being a part of the plan.”

  Cass shrugged and rested his head back onto his folded arms. “Now you know. Get on with it.”

  He clenched his ass cheeks before releasing them, and damn if I didn’t already feel my cock stirring. No matter how often I’d had this boy, I couldn’t get enough of him, and lately, getting a hold of him had been rather difficult with our conflicting schedule.

  I dropped my gaze to the fly of Rubble’s jeans, pleased he wasn’t sporting a chubby from handling my boyfriend’s ass. Maybe, just maybe, he could be a professional instead of a royal pain in my rear end most of the time.

  “All right, I’m going back in,” Rubble said. “Unless you want your name to come out crooked on your boy’s ass, I suggest you let me do my job and stop commenting. Believe me, I’m not taking any pleasure from this at all.”

  I waited for him to expound or say something right after to show he was fucking around, but he didn’t. He set about working on my name—my real name— tattooed on Cass’s ass in my handwriting. Cass had decided to have the tattoo done before we got married, and since the wedding wasn’t far away, today seemed like a good day.

  I watched his expression for the tiny winces that he made now and then and leaned over to kiss his temple. He smiled without opening his eyes, and I felt like the goddamn luckiest man alive.

  “How come you’re not taking any pleasure from this?” I asked Rubble. I’d for sure expected him to poke me in the sore spots though they were fewer these days.

  “I figure I need to clean up my act if I’m ever going to find someone like the rest of you,” he said.

  “Clean up your act? What the fuck does that even mean?”

  “I think it means he’s into Miles but he ain’t scoring,” Cass said.

  “Boy, who’s holding a needle to your ass?” Rubble threatened.

  “Mort’ll have your head if you spoil that tattoo,” Cass said on a giggle.

  “Damn right.” I crossed my arms and stared at Rubble. His cheeks were so red not even his beard could hide it. It spread down his thick neck and into the neckline of his white shirt.

  “I’m not discussing Miles with any of you,” he said.

  “Come on, you know stuff about our boys. What’s up with you two? I haven’t seen him back at the clubhouse.”

  “That’s because I haven’t spoken to him since we got rid of Puddu and his life was no longer in danger. I had no reason to hang around anymore.”

  “You don’t? Because listening to you now, it seems you do. You like him. What’s more reason than that?”

  “So? He’ll never go for someone like me.”

  “How so?”

  “He’s nice and smart.”

  “And you’re dumb, we get it, but if anything our boys should teach you, it’s that they love us for who we are.”

  “Mort’s right,” Cass said.

  “I mean look at Jamie,” I said. “The boy’s smart as a whip and could have been doing his residency at the best hospital, but he chose to come home to Smoky Vale because of Grimm. And Fable —granted his psycho bitch Mom is now facing time, but they’re as elite as it gets in Smoky Vale. And me, I was a complete jackass, but I still landed Cass.”

  “Yeah, but you’re the enforcer, Grimm’s president, and Booker’s vice. There ain’t nothing special about me.” The moment he said the words, his face turned even redder. “Forget I said anything. I’m fine. If I want to ask him out, I will.”

  “You’ll see him at the wedding,” Cass said. “In fact, why don’t you bring his invitation over? That’ll be enough of an excuse for you to see him and rekindle the romance.”

  “There was no romance to rekindle,” he grumbled, but he didn’t say no to the invitation part, so Cass was right. He was definitely into Miles. “I didn’t know you were planning to invite him.”

  “Of course, he was my assistant.”

  Until I lost the fucking crematorium to Virtue. I couldn’t even hate on the bastard much these days since he was in a bad way with his health deteriorating fast. I hadn’t seen him since the night I’d gotten Cass back from him, but Cass went to visit him and Max all the time.

  “You still haven’t taken back your property yet?” Rubble asked. “Want a few of us to go over there and get it back for you?”

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  Virtue had tried offering back the crematorium a few times, but I’d turned him down. Randy had sold him the property fair and square, and I didn’t want the handout. I didn’t have the money Randy took when he lit out of town, so I didn’t get my property back.

  “How’s the wedding going?” Spike asked. “I’ve never seen a group of bikers so excited about an event before. Not even the fucking biker rally that’s coming up.”

  “We never had a wedding before for any of our members, that’s what,” Rubble replied. “Any good excuse to party will get everyone excited.”

  “Hey, nobody’s turning my wedding into an orgy.”

  “Ooh, that would be fun for our guests t o watch though, right?” Cass asked and I shook my head.

  “No orgies. That’s one thing that goes on the non-negotiable list.”

  “I was joking anyway,” Cass said. “Maybe after we leave for our honeymoon. Who cares what they do then? We’ll be getting out of town for a whole week!”

  A week with Cass sounded damn good after the hell we’d been through three months ago. It wasn’t every day a biker got the opportunity to walk away from their cut and be an ordinary man, spending the time with their boy, without a care in the world but the million and one ways I had to make him happy.

  Rubble completed the tattoo on Cass’s ass and stepped back. “What’d you think?”

  The son of a bitch had real talent and I couldn’t pretend otherwise. Right before the start of my name, he had a loop in the shape of a heart followed by a lifeline and then my name. The ‘s’ trailed off into another lifeline stroke.

  “It’s pretty damn good. If your mug wasn’t too ugly for the TV, you could do that tattoo competitive show and for sure be in the top.”

  “You really love it?” Cass raised his head and tried peering at his ass, but no way could he see the nice view I had.

  “I do. It’s perfect.”

  “Help me down, Mort. I want to see.”

  I helped him to his feet, and wearing nothing but the thong he’d chosen for the occasion, he pranced over to the full-length mirror in the room and turned his back. He cocked his hip on one side and peered into the mirror, a slow smile spreading on his lips.

  “Oh Rubble, it’s exactly what I wanted. I love it.”

  He pushed out his ass and wiggled it in the mirror.

  “Now everyone will know who kisses your ass,” Rubble said. “You’re welcome.”

  “Hey, we’re not done yet.” I stopped him when he walked away. “I want to get one done too.”

  “No offense, Mort, but I don’t think I can look at your hairy ass right now. I much preferred Cass’s view.”

  I scowled at him. “I wasn’t talking about my ass. I want one of those with Cass’s name right above my heart.”

  Cass gasped; his head swiveled in my direction. “You’re getting a tattoo of my name?”

  “Yup. Now I’ll have my two babies’ names on my body. You and Jessie.”

  He beamed at me and ran toward me, flinging his arms around my neck. “You know you don’t have to do that for me, don’t you? I wanted to get your name inked on me. You don’t have to do the same if you don’t want to.”

  I kissed him swiftly. “Then it’s a good thing that I do want to.” I shifted my gaze to Rubble. “Come on, man we don’t got all day.”

  “Hey, you can’t hasten art. I know you swap each other’s fluids all the time, but I’ve got to change the needle, okay?”

  Two

  AT THE RINGING of the doorbell, Jamie halted in the middle of what he was saying about the cake we’d ordered yesterday for my wedding. A gorgeous white three-tier wedding cake with a topper of a Mort and me on his bike and a river of black ‘fuel’ running from the bike down all three layers of the cake. It’d been breathtaking, and we couldn’t stop talking about it.

  Until the knock and what it meant.

  “That’s got to be Miles,” Fable said. “It’s so great he agreed to come with us.”

  “Yes, he’ll be perfect for Rubble. I hope they get together.”

  “I’ve seen a weirder combination than those two,” Jamie said.

  “I’ll get it.” I jumped to my feet, excited to have Miles hang out with us. I ran to the door and yanked it open. Miles peered up at me from behind the frame of his glasses.

  “He’s here!” I yelled over my shoulder then threw my arms around him in a hug. He sort of returned it awkwardly with a pat on my shoulder.

  “Damn, Cass, don’t hog him.” Jamie appeared behind me.

  “Sorry, I’ve been looking forward to Miles becoming one of us,” I blurted out.

  “One of us what?” Miles asked, frowning at me. It was so cute he didn’t realize that we wanted to adopt him into our biker boys support group.

  “I’m Jamie and the president’s mine.”

  I giggled and rolled his eyes. “Jamie’s quite possessive of his Daddy, so avoid all eye contact with Grimm.” I winked at him to set him at ease that we were just teasing him. “And this right here is Fable. You might see one of his Daddies around when you hang out with us here, but his other Daddy works at the gun range.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Miles said, his smile shaky. “And thanks for inviting me to go shopping with you. I hadn’t thought about what I wanted to wear to the wedding.”

  I laughed. “That’s fine. I’m the one getting married, and I don’t know what I’m wearing yet. That’s why we’re going shopping.”

  “But I’m on a budget,” Jamie said, grimacing. “I bought this gorgeous dress last week. I couldn’t resist, so now Daddy Grimm’s put me on a budget.”

  Fable snickered. “Like you don’t know how to wiggle your way out of that budget.”

  Jamie batted his eyes and flashed dimples. “I might know a few tricks, and if that doesn’t work, the spankings are fun and totally worth it.”

  We laughed at Jamie’s dramatics. Everyone knew Grimm was putty in his hands.

  “Let’s go then.” I took Miles’s arm, silently calling dibs on him. I would wheedle any information I could get out of him about his feelings for Rubble. “To be honest, it doesn’t matter if we get married naked. I just want to marry that man already.”

  “But wouldn’t that be something?” Jamie asked as we exited the house. “Imagine the uproar we would cause. Although, I can’t see Reverend Homer minding. He’s the oddest religious man I’ve ever known.”

  “Goodie, Miles drove,” I said, spotting the beaten and worn car in the yard. “Fable can ride with you, Jamie, and I’ll ride with Miles.”

  “Okay, although we could have all piled up in my car,” Jamie said. “Come on, let’s grab a biker to go.”

  “A biker?” Miles squeaked.

  “Yeah,” Cass said. “One’s assigned to us when we go out like this. It’s to keep us safe.”

  “Well, don’t scare him away already, Cass.” Jamie caught up beside us and smiled at Miles. “We may get into trouble from time to time, but we’ll be fine, I promise. Now let’s go shopping.”

  Three

  “WHAT THE FUCK, Mort. That’s enough!”

  Booker grabbed my arm before I could slam my fist into the face of the unconscious man who only remained upright in the chair by the ropes that were wound around his chest. I blinked at the man, surprised at the mass of bruises that decorated his face dripping with blood.

  My stomach flipped. Had I done that?

  Booker grabbed me by the shoulder and steered me away from the rogue Bloodlet member who had stolen a couple of our bikes parked at the bar last week. A gutsy move, considering a brother’s bike was like family.

  “What the fuck’s going on with you?” Booker frowned at me.

  “I’m good.” I flexed my fingers, adrenaline pumping through me, leaving me still unsatisfied.

  “Brother, there’s nothing about you that’s good at the moment. Let’s step out a minute.”

  I reluctantly followed him out of the trailer, jumping down instead of taking the ramp that led to the ground. The sun heated my skin, and I blinked against the piercing glare. Have a spring wedding they’d said. No one counted for the weather being this fucking hot.

  “I had everything under control,” I told Booker.

  “No, man, you didn’t. That line we try not to cross? You almost did that.”

  “Alright, maybe I lost track for a couple of seconds there.”

  Booker took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered me one. I accepted it, and when he lit it, sucked hard on it.

  “It’s more than about today. It’s been the last few days. You have a shorter fuse than usual.”

  “I’m fine.”

 

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