Miles high, p.14
Miles High, page 14
part #4 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
I punched his arm. “Don’t even joke about that.”
He stopped. “You don’t want to meet my mom? We won’t stay long. I like to check in on her now and then to make sure she’s okay and doesn’t need anything. I’m all she’s got since my old man disappeared on us.”
“Of course, I want to meet her.”
“I promise it won’t take long. Unless she has already made dinner. Then she’ll invite us to stay and eat, which we don’t have to.”
“But we will since it’s only polite.”
“We don’t have to—”
“Daddy.”
He stopped talking. “Yes?”
“Kiss me.”
He did, hands spanning my waist while he devoured my lips. This kiss was nothing like earlier. He went all in, mouth firmly planted on mine, tongue diving into my mouth and sucking on mine.
Oh god, what had I unleashed right there on his mother’s porch? The door opened.
“Well, goodness,” cried a high-pitched voice. “This is what you drove all the way out here to do on my porch?”
Rubble and I broke apart, and out of breath, I stared at the beautiful dainty woman who was even shorter than me. She had Rubble’s eyes and the same long, beautiful hair tinged with gray.
“Mom.” Rubble hugged his mother. “You look good.”
“Quit smoking,” she said. “Figured that may add another five years to my life.”
He groaned. “This is what? The fifth time you’ve quit.”
“This time it’s for good.”
Rubble shook his head, clearly not taking her seriously. “This is Miles. Miles, my mom, Abigail Richmond.”
“Hello, Ms. Richmond, nice to meet you.”
She glanced at me, then at Rubble. And back to me again. “Where’s the rest of him?” She laughed.
“This is all,” I murmured.
“Poor baby, you deserve a hug.” Before I could move, she’d pulled me into her arms. “Any boy willing to put up with my Phinny deserves one.”
Phinny? When she released me, I narrowed my eyes at Rubble, who groaned.
“That name doesn’t go further than this front door.”
His mother shook her head. “I don’t know why he hates the name. It’s a good name. Come on in.”
“Phineas isn’t so bad,” I said.
“It’s not Phineas,” Rubble growled. “It’s just Phinny.”
“Seriously?”
“You heard his reaction, Mom?” he asked. “That’s not a proper name to give anyone.”
“And you think Rubble is better?” Abigail scoffed. “What do you think, Miles?”
“Uh.” No way was I picking sides.
“See, he can’t even be honest,” Rubble said in triumph. “Just admit it, Mom. You were high on drugs when you gave me that name.”
I loved the banter between them. I was seeing a different side of him, and even though he bemoaned his name, he couldn’t hide the affection in his voice. He loved his mother.
I frowned. What had my mother been like? I had only one photograph of her, but that was all. No memories, no mementos. Was she even still alive?
“I made pot roast,” Abigail said, leading us into the kitchen. “You boys must stay and have some.”
“We’re not going to be here long enough to eat, Mom.”
“Of course, you are. This one needs some meat on his bones.” She eyed Rubble up and down, then shook her head at me. “You’re lucky you don’t have to carry his babies with those narrow hips of yours.”
I coughed, taken aback by her words. I stared at Rubble for help, but he shrugged.
“Eventually, she’ll stop talking.”
“Sit. Sit.”
“Anything I can do to help?” I asked her.
She eyed me. “I like you. You’ll take care of my boy.”
“Mo-om,” Rubble groaned. “I was fucking crazy to think you wouldn’t embarrass me today. And the one time I brought a guest too.”
What did he mean by the one time? Had he never brought someone to meet his mother before? But that meant…My chest rose and fell.
“You know better than to cuss in my house.”
“Not really. You taught me to cuss, remember?”
“You have a point.” She pointed at me. “Miles, there’s a pitcher of lemonade I made earlier today. The glasses are in the cupboard. Pour some for you and Phinny.”
“Of course.”
I got mismatched glasses from the cupboard and poured the drink just like she’d told me to. At least this I was used to. Serving someone else, and who better to serve than Rubble?
“Here you go, Phinny.”
He scowled at me, and I giggled as I returned to my seat. “Please don’t call me that.” He tilted his head in his mother’s direction. “Where’s Luca, Mom?”
She placed a plate each in front of us with pot roast and green beans. “That boy doesn’t listen. I have two sons who will be the death of me.”
Rubble frowned, clearly not pleased. “Is he going to school?”
“Suspended. Two weeks.”
He put down his fork, but I thought it better not to say anything and took a bite of my pot roast.
“What’d he do this time?”
“Got in a fight with some kid at school.”
“Again? Didn’t I have this talk with him already the last time it happened?”
“It didn’t work. He said some guy was picking on a trans kid. He stood up for the kid and got into a fight.”
“And while I get that, he can’t go around beating up people whenever he feels like it.”
“You should know. You taught him to fight.” She placed a hand on Rubble’s shoulder. “I’m doing the best I can, but I worry it’s not enough. That I’ll fail him like I failed you.”
Rubble placed a hand over hers, which was the gentlest gesture I’d ever seen him do. I forgot about the scrumptious pot roast.
“You didn’t fail me.”
“No? Because you dropped out of high school, got into the wrong crowd, got arrested, and did time. Then you joined that biker club. Doesn’t seem like success to me.”
She walked out, the tension between them thick. Rubble propped his elbows on the table and rubbed at his face with his hands.
“You were right. I shouldn’t have brought you here. Didn’t think she would be bringing back up all this old stuff.”
“Some of it seems pretty recent.”
“Maybe.” He nodded at my meal. “Hurry up and eat so she won’t be offended like you said. Then we’ll get out of here. I’ll take you home and use my mouth on you the way you like.”
I cut off a big slice of the roast and stuffed it into my mouth.
Chapter 16
Rubble
“I thought you lived at the clubhouse,” Miles said as we entered my apartment building. I held the door for him and allowed him to slip by me while I tilted my head and admired his ass in the black jeans he was wearing.
“I spent a lot of my time there, but nah, I’ve got my own space. Most of the members don’t live on the compound. Only those who are ranked.”
“Except Booker is vice and doesn’t.”
“But he used to. Then shit blew up, and he moved out.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
I hit the third floor, and the elevator doors opened. I waited until we were inside before answering.
“We don’t talk about club business with those who aren’t members.”
“Who am I going to tell?”
“It’s not just about you talking, but it’s for your own protection. You can’t tell what you don’t know. You can’t be incriminated for it either.”
“Please.” He held on to my arm and peered up at me, batting his eyelashes behind the framework of his glasses. He was adorable. And irresistible.
“Maybe when we get inside.”
I unlocked the front door for my apartment and let him inside. I closed the door behind me and reached for him, pulling him back into my chest while latching onto his neck with my lips. The temptation was strong to suck, but I licked the area with my tongue. He shivered against me.
“Is this a trick to get me to forget what we were talking about in the elevator?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
“No.” He pushed off from my chest and backed away from me. “I’m sure this isn’t the reason you brought me here, is it?”
“I did promise you where I would put my tongue.”
He bit his bottom lip and spun around. “You’ve got to show me around first.”
“Not much to show you.” I went after him, and with a laugh, he ran.
“I don’t know where I’m going.”
“Go straight. Door to your right.”
He did exactly what I said, then paused on the threshold. “It’s your bedroom.”
“Exactly.” I swept him up from behind and carried him to the bed. I climbed on with him lying under me and smashed my lips to his. His halfhearted protests died away as he clung to my shoulders, his lithe body writhing beneath mine.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised it. He wiggled out of it, our lips parting for the brief moment it took me to pull the material over his head. I kissed him back, pushing his legs apart to settle more comfortably between them.
Sweet mother of all that was fucking tasty, there was nothing like kissing Miles. My cock was at the point of burning a hole in the front of my jeans. I wanted more than just my tongue inside him this time.
“Miles.” I buried my face into his neck, humping against his stomach. It was either that or undress him and bury my cock inside him.
“Rubble, I want you.”
He pressed his hands on my chest, and I allowed him to push me to lie on my back. Miles straddled my hips, grabbed both of my hands, and held them above my head as he fastened his mouth onto mine. I wasn’t the only one out of control. His lips were soft and inviting, a contrast to his need, which was demanding and hard.
“I want everything with you, Daddy,” he moaned. “Everything.”
I helped him to remove my shirt and jeans. He sat up and ran his hands over my chest, his lips parted as if in awe. He explored, and I allowed him, all the while stifling my groans. He was killing me, especially when he ran his fingers across my nipples and rubbed.
“Can I kiss you there, Daddy?” he asked.
“Yes. You can kiss me anywhere you want.”
He leaned forward, but not to lick my nipple as I’d thought he would. Instead, he placed his mouth over my nipple and sucked the tight bud into his mouth. He sucked hard, teeth nipping into the flesh. I plunged my hands into his hair, panting.
“Miles.”
He released my nipple and smiled at me. “You like that?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Suck on my other nipple, baby.”
He did, licking around the circumference, then drawing the pebbled peak into his mouth and suckled. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against the mattress. Sweet torture.
“That’s enough of that.” My voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
He licked my nipple once more, then let go. “What next? Tell me.”
“Kneel between my thighs. Yeah. Just like that.” He glanced up at me, expectantly. “Take my boxers off.” I lifted my hips for him to roll the material down my legs. My cock sprang up hard against my belly, precum beading along the barbell.
“Oh god,” he groaned, licking his lips.
“Take my balls in your hand and lightly squeeze them while you suck on the head of my dick. No, get it wet first.”
He stared at me. “How?”
“Your spit.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, now do it.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He dribbled saliva onto my cock and used the hand not gripping my balls gently to rub down my shaft.
“Harder.”
“Like this? Is that good, Daddy? I want to please you so much.”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Now suck on the crown.” He lowered his head and captured the fullness of my dick between his lips, tongue tracing the jewelry. “Good boy. Now, look at me. I want to see your face, see how much you’re enjoying this. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you, baby?”
His answer came as a nod while he descended, then rose on my cock. His tongue swathed around the head of my dick.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Do that again.”
He did it again, and I clenched my teeth. Fuck, he was getting good at this way too fast. Soon he would have me on my knees.
“Take more of me into your mouth,” I commanded. “Not too much. I don’t want you to choke on it. Right. Stay right there.”
I cupped his head and thrust my hips upward. His eyes remained on my face as I slid my breadth past his lips, hitting just the back of his throat but not ramming my cock far enough to choke him. Saliva dripped from the sides of his mouth and down my cock, trailing onto the bed sheets.
My bed sheets. When did this happen? I never brought guys here to fuck. Kept them at the clubhouse or some low-paying motel that served its purpose. I didn’t invite anyone into my home, not wanting them to witness some of the dealings that happened here. I trusted no one to get too close to give them the chance to ruin what I did for the Reapers.
“That’s enough, Miles.” I couldn’t take another stroke of his tongue or slide of his lips down my cock.
I rolled him over onto his back and kissed him. “You’re getting really good at that.”
“At what exactly?” he breathed.
“Sucking on my cock. You keep it up, and I’ll have you greeting me naked and kneeling at the door whenever I get home.” A shiver ran through him, and I frowned down at him. “You don’t like that?”
“The opposite.” He ran a finger from my jaw to my chin. “I’m surprised how much I’d like that. Maybe not all the time but sometimes.”
“Hmm. Can you stay the night?”
He went silent and bit his bottom lip as though contemplating. Okay, he wouldn’t talk to me about whatever made him hold back where we were concerned.
“Will staying the night with me get you in trouble?”
He hesitated, then nodded. Just as I’d thought.
“I know you won’t talk to me about it, but tell me this, Miles. Is your life in danger?”
He gave a small nod. “But I don’t want to think about it.”
Flames of anger burned through me. “How am I supposed to protect you if you won’t fucking tell me what’s going on, Miles?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He kissed my chin. “We have this.”
“But I want more than just this with you. I want everything.”
He covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders shook as he cried. “I’m giving you everything I can. And even more. You must understand that every second I’m with you, I don’t just put my life at risk but those of others too.”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” I peeled his hands away from his tear-streaked face, ambivalence getting the better of me. I should stop what we were doing and not go a foot further until he came clean about everything. But another part of me didn’t want to push him away by demanding he tells me what he clearly couldn’t. My gut clenched at seeing his wet cheeks. “I am trying to get you to believe me that I can fix whatever you're going through, and it’s killing me that you won’t confide in me, Miles.”
“I’ll be fine once I follow the rules,” he said, cupping my cheek. “It’s just become so hard since I’ve met you. But we have now.” He trailed a hand down my chest. “Teach me more about this. How it should be when two people want each other the way we do.”
It stung that he still wouldn’t trust me, but I could give him this. I undid his jeans and helped him out of them. His boxers came off next. I rolled him onto his front and slapped his ass.
“Get on all fours.”
He presented for me on his knees, his hands on either side of his head, clutching handfuls of the bed sheets. I ran a finger over his hole and watched the ring of muscles tighten even more.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good. Like you’re torturing me when you know what I want.”
“Do I? Tell me anyway. What do you want Daddy to do to you?”
“I want your tongue inside me just like last night.”
“You mean like this?” I spread his cheeks and licked his hole several times, then slid my tongue into his hole. His legs spread even wider, and he arched his back in such a fucking beautiful pose.
“Yes, exactly like that,” he moaned. “Why does it feel so good?”
“I can make it even better. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I grabbed the lube from the drawer and returned to him.
“Daddy, you can’t—”
“Just a finger. I promise.”
“Okay. Just one.”
I coated my thumb with lube and circled his hole with it. I rubbed the soft pad of my thumb over the puckered flesh, driving it harder and harder until my blunt nail pushed inside him.
“Oh!” he gasped. Then a hand shot behind him to grab his ass cheek. “Oh, my god.”
“This is just the beginning.” I popped my thumb back out and in again, over and over, just fucking him with the tip. When he slackened a bit, I drove my thumb inside up to the first knuckle. So tiny. He would need a whole lot of prep before I could fuck him and make it pleasurable for him the first time.
“You like that?” I kissed his left ass cheek.
“Feels strange.”
“But good?”
“I-I don’t know yet, but don’t stop. I think I can get used to it. Like it even.”
Fair enough.
I reached for his cock, which had gone soft, and stroked him in time to the rhythmic thrusting of my thumb. I was buried inside him to my second knuckle now, aiming for that pressure point. He gasped, his hole tightening around the digit.
“Oh my,” he cried out. “That’s better than good. Do it again. Please.”
He moaned, chest dropping to the bed as he spread out for me now, allowing me to own his ass with my thumb while my cock was aching to take him.
