When he was begging for more, I removed my thumb and flipped him over onto his back. Straddling his hips, I kissed him hard, fucking his mouth hard in frustration that I couldn’t go as far as we both obviously wanted me to go. I ground our cocks together, and he moved along with me, grabbing my ass cheeks and pressing up against me.

  “Daddy, I want to come,” he gasped.

  “I’m going to make you come, baby.”

  I rocked back and grasped both our cocks, lining them up against each other. I dribbled lube over us, and he rose on his elbows to watch what I was doing. His cheeks were flushed, and his glasses were falling down his nose. I should have asked him to take them off, but I wanted him to see me… to see everything I was doing to him.

  Putting our cocks together, I stroked both at the same time. His hard silkiness against my uncut cock felt great. He sucked in a deep breath and bit his bottom lip, but that didn’t silence his moan.

  “Why didn’t I ever do this before? So good.”

  “Because you were waiting for me to teach you.”

  I slid my hands up and down while he thrust in sync with the motion of my hands.

  “Come here.”

  I helped him to sit up, and I kissed him while I lined our cocks up against each other again, but this time by the tips. I pulled down on the hood of my uncut flesh and over the head of his dick. He moaned into my mouth when I stroked us like that.

  He gasped, then tore his lips from mine as a loud cry tore from his chest. He spilled his seed into the hood of my dick he was nestled in.

  “Fuck.” His cum spilled out over my dick, slick against mine. I stroked my dick and muffled my cry as I spewed cum over him.

  “Oh, my god!” He fell forward into my arms and kissed me. “What was that? It’s like magic. How did you do that?”

  I laughed breathlessly at his enthusiasm and kissed him hard. “I can’t give you my secret now, can I? Remember, I need you to keep coming back because I’m the only one who can do that.”

  “We’ve made a mess of your sheets, though.”

  “We should probably hit the shower before all this cum dries.”

  He threw a leg between mine and smashed his cheek to my shoulder. “I’m too boneless to move.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  I slid from the bed and lifted him.

  “You’re going to sprain your back if you keep doing that,” he said, then grinned lazily at me. “But I’ll be honest that I like it. I like it very much.”

  Chapter 17

  Miles

  Little about my life had changed. I was still bound to Tempus and his underground fighting ring. My father still owed him hundreds of thousands of dollars we couldn’t pay. I still worked at the restaurant. But when I walked out of my house and saw my car parked in the driveway, I smiled.

  Nothing had changed, and yet everything had. Good things happening in my life balanced out the bad stuff. These good things made it easier to handle the long hours I had to be at the restaurant. I was so happy with the turn in my relationship with Rubble to be down today.

  I hurried down the steps toward my car, which had never looked better. No wonder it had taken him this long to get it back to me. The car now sported a vibrant red color. Not something I would have picked out for myself at all, but secretly…I loved it. It was loud and so not me, and that was what I loved about it.

  It was different. Just like Rubble was. If circumstances had been different between us and I hadn’t been forced to work at the crematorium with Mort, would our paths have crossed? Would I have given him a second glance?

  I slid behind the wheel and closed the door. Nothing squeaked, and the inside handle, which had been broken, was fixed. I ran my hand over the dashboard and the reupholstered seats. Just how much had this cost him?

  I sniffed. It even smelled different. Not of stale food and sweat but of something sweet, which made my mouth water. Aha, the small white box on the back seat had to be the culprit responsible for the tantalizing aroma. A note was taped to the top. I stretched for the box and settled it on my lap. I peeled back the note and was surprised at how meticulous the handwriting was for someone who hadn’t finished high school.

  Miles,

  Picked up the car for you today. While we were at it, we got a few other things checked out for you. Like the A/C and the wipers. Seriously, you were driving a death trap. And the only thing I want to hear from you is “thank you, Daddy.” No telling me what I shouldn’t be doing for my boy.

  Call me if you need anything.

  Hope you like the donuts.

  R

  I sat there with a big grin on my face, then slipped the note into the glove compartment for keepsake and dove into the donut box. Sugary goodness coated my fingers. I took a huge bite and moaned. He was like a mind reader. I hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning, and the donuts were perfect for tiding me over until I got my thirty-minute break. The perfect sugar kick to start my day.

  Though tempted to eat another, I put the box aside on the seat and dialed Rubble’s number while I put the car in Drive and pulled out onto the road. Oh my god, he’d even filled up the gas tank.

  “Hey, baby, got my little gift?”

  “I did.”

  “And?”

  “Thank you, Daddy. For getting my car all good again and for the donuts.”

  “You’re welcome. Are you on your way to work?”

  “Yeah. You?”

  “At the gym. I have another hour to spare before I go into the shop.”

  “Are you all sweaty?”

  I stopped at the traffic light and glanced in my rearview mirror. My stomach cramped at the sight of the black sedan directly behind me. Oh my god, they were back. Although I’d known they wouldn’t be gone forever, it was still devastating to see the familiar car and Hook’s face, which looked even more twisted than before. After what I’d put him through, what in the world was Tempus thinking assigning him back to me? Was he even healed yet?

  A car horn honked. “Crap.” I stepped on the gas.

  “Miles, did you hear what I just said?”

  No, I hadn’t. “Yeah.”

  “Good. I only have a few appointments in the morning, so I’ll leave in the early afternoon. Once your shift ends, you come to my place, and I can put my tongue right where you like it before we head over to the clubhouse.”

  To the clubhouse? What had I agreed to?

  “Sure thing.”

  Stupid idea. I should get out now while everything was good between us, and he didn’t hate me yet. Tempus would only make my life more hellish because of my association with Rubble. Me hanging around the club hadn’t been so problematic thus far, but now his henchmen would see me with Rubble more often. I wasn’t stupid. He felt threatened by Rubble, and that was the reason he’d come up with this new tactic for scaring me into doing what he wanted. By putting my father in the fighting ring when the man—an accountant—could hardly lift a boxing glove.

  “All right, I’ll see you then.”

  “Okay.”

  Distracted, I ended the call and dropped the phone between my thighs. My hands were stiff on the steering wheel, but eventually, I made it to work in one piece. I didn’t acknowledge the car that drove up behind me but grabbed the box of donuts and hurried toward the restaurant to start my shift. Better to know they were around me and ignore them rather than to engage. Nothing good would come of that, and what Hook had done to me was living proof.

  Bastion wasn’t working the same shift, so my day was long and boring. He always livened things up. Everyone else was usually too busy doing their job to talk, but he always found the time to do both. His photograph on the wall for the employee of the month was a testament to his work ethic. He was efficient and didn’t seem to mind that he worked in a low-paying industry that wouldn’t get better and had few opportunities for growth.

  When Hook didn’t enter the restaurant and make trouble for me during the slow morning shift, the knot in my stomach eased. His car was still parked at the front of the restaurant though, and that bothered me.

  I didn’t want to deal with them, so during my lunch break, I didn’t wander across the street to the mall like I sometimes did. Instead, I ate my donuts in the back room. My day brightened up a bit when I got a notification on my phone that Cass had added me to the Reaper boys’ group. For the group picture, the three boys showed their feet with their brand-new friendship tattoos.

  It was neat.

  I wasn’t jealous at all of their close bond.

  Cass: Guys, I just added Miles. Be on your best behavior.

  His message was promptly followed by a pic of his naked ass with Mort’s real name tattooed next to the cherry bomb on his right butt cheek.

  Cass: What do you guys think? It’s healing well, right?

  I didn’t know what to say, so I waited for one of the other boys to cue me in.

  Jamie: It looks good, but your clothes will cover it, so why didn’t you get it someplace more visible?

  Cass: I’m sure I can find shorts where it will show. Plus, when I’m on stage, it’s a warning for the men that I may dance for their entertainment, but that’s all. What do you think, Miles?

  Oh crap, now I couldn’t get out of commenting.

  Me: I like it.

  Cass: Do you have any tattoos?

  Me: No. Does it hurt?

  Cass: Yes, but less in some places, and it’s totally worth it.

  Jamie: Miles, you’re coming to the party later, right?

  Ah, so that’s what Rubble meant about us going to the clubhouse.

  But I didn’t do parties. I always felt like the odd one out, the wallflower watching everyone else having a good time.

  Me: I think so. I have to go back to work.

  Cass: Okay, we need to stop by your restaurant soon.

  Jamie: I need to go back to a patient too. We’ll meet up later at the clubhouse.

  I turned off the notifications for the chat, feeling overwhelmed by their chatter. They were so at ease with each other. Would I ever fit in with them? They did try to include me, but there was always the thought at the back of my mind that they were friends first. I would never have the same relationship with them as they had with each other.

  The restaurant filled up quickly with more diners than we’d anticipated. As a result, I worked on autopilot, moving from one table to the next without much time to breathe. I had to work through my next break, so when the restaurant cleared as it usually did before the late evening rush, my supervisor told me I could leave after cashing out my last client.

  How was I supposed to get from the restaurant to Rubble’s house without Hook trailing me? If I took my car, they would follow me.

  Although I couldn’t afford it, I rang a cab and instructed the driver to pick me up from the back exit of the restaurant. Even though Hook wouldn’t know my shift was over, I was still on edge worrying I would be caught any minute now. When the cab stopped at the back, I sighed with relief and ducked into the back seat, crouching low so I wouldn’t be seen.

  The driver frowned at me. “You haven’t done anything illegal, have you?”

  “No, of course not.” I searched my brain for a reasonable explanation for my erratic behavior. “Just trying to avoid an ex. You get how awkward that can be.”

  “Hmm.” He seemed to accept my explanation as he drove off.

  Only when we were several miles away from the restaurant did I dare to get up and look out the window. It seemed I had lost my unwanted bodyguards. I relaxed, now getting excited to see Rubble and the boys later tonight. Although I would have liked to go home and change, maybe I could freshen up at Rubble’s and give my shirt a quick rinse and dry.

  At Rubble’s apartment building, I paid the driver, including a big tip to make up for my strange behavior, then headed inside. I was an hour earlier than I’d told him I would be, which was perfect. He would have extra time to do all the things he’d promised me.

  My cheeks burned as I punched in the number for his floor. Who would have known that I’d come to enjoy sex so much? I’d dreaded it for such a long time after what Tempus had done to me. When I was younger, he’d not initiated anything sexual with me, but he’d made me serve him. I hadn’t been allowed to go to college out of state like I’d wanted to do because he wanted me close by in case he needed me. Tempus had insisted on paying my tuition, and how could I object to that? I could never have afforded to go to college otherwise.

  I’d been nothing but a servant, someone to order around, and as much as I’d hated it, I’d accepted it. It had been a small price to pay for what my father had gotten us involved in. But I had been so wrong, naïve as I was. It’d only been after graduating that what he’d been doing all those years became clear.

  He’d been grooming me for a role I hadn’t understood. I was no more than a slave, a thing to parade in front of his wealthy friends, showing them how obedient I was and how I catered to his every whim. Then he’d added the little French maid’s outfit for good measure. Sometimes he had me serve him completely naked. Other times, he made me act as his furniture, holding his drink in my hand. One time he’d insisted on me keeping his drink on my head as I knelt by his chair. When the liquid had spilled all over me, he’d sent me into a corner and refused to let me clean up.

  My one consolation had been that he made no effort to touch me, and although his friends looked, they never laid a finger on me either.

  Until Hook.

  I stopped at Rubble’s door and evened out my breathing. Was he home? Maybe I should have called him first before I showed up early and unannounced. I dug my phone out of my pocket and scrolled to his number.

  A nuzzle pressed into my spine, and an arm came around my neck. I dropped the phone and clawed at the arm, my breath coming out in shallow pants.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” a man growled in my ear. “Who are you working for?”

  “No one,” I choked out. “I’m here to see Rubble.”

  “Then why are you lurking on the outside?”

  “I’m not lurking, I swear. Rubble and I—we’re together.”

  “Let’s see what Rubble has to say about that.”

  He knocked on the door hard, and I stood as still as I could, my heart hammering in my chest.

  What in the world had I walked into?

  Chapter 18

  Rubble

  “We got a big problem here, Rubble.”

  I groaned and did up my zipper.

  “Goddammit, I’m just taking a piss. I’ll be out in a second.”

  I’d walked away from the negotiation table for one fucking minute, and I couldn’t even empty my bladder in quiet. Grimm needed to find some better dealers for sure. These mofos had premium weed at their disposal, but they were amateur as fuck when it came to business.

  I dried my hands on the towel in the bathroom. Miles had hung them for me the last time he’d been here. Usually, I threw the towels onto the standing caddy, but he’d folded them all neat and shit, sprucing up my bathroom, he’d said. I’d almost invited him into my life permanently to spruce other things up.

  After interacting with a bunch of roughnecks like me for most of the day, it would sure as hell be nice to come home to a boy who gave me a whole different experience.

  That was one of the reasons I liked Miles so much. He brought something unique to my life. Something I never knew I needed. He made it feel okay to be soft with him, watch my words, and be careful with my strength.

  And I needed to get these bastards out of here before he arrived.

  “What’s your motherfucking problem?” I barked, entering the living room, where the bundles of weed, wrapped in cling wrap and sealed in Ziploc bags, were laid out on the coffee table. Beside them were wads of hundred-dollar bills held together with rubber bands. I’d left them to count out the cash to make sure every dollar was there while I used the bathroom.

  “This is my problem.”

  My breath hitched, and my blood ran cold. Miles, with a gun at his temple. His face was ashen, eyes filled with terror.

  “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I growled. “Let him go. Now!”

  “No, we need to know what the fuck’s going on,” the man with the gun said. “No third party. That’s what we agreed on. You trying to pull one over on us or something? We agreed to this drop here because nobody else comes here except for you.”

  “He’s my boy,” I said through clenched teeth. “And you’re freaking him out. You need to let him go now unless you want to explain to Xavier where his money went and why we no longer do business with him. And if that’s not enough, then you let him go right now, or I swear on my life, I will fuck you up. All of you and that’s a promise.”

  The man, Reid, lowered his gun and released Miles, who launched himself at me. “You’re safe now.” I wrapped my arm around his shaking frame, stroking his lower back and only feeling slightly appeased now that a gun wasn’t pointed at his head anymore. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, didn’t I?”

  “I w-was so scared,” he sobbed softly.

  I glared at Reid. “Take your money and get the fuck out of here.”

  Reid nodded at the two men with him who shoved the money into a black bag. “Sorry about that, man. You can’t be too careful. Plus, we’ve never seen you with anyone around. How are we supposed to know you suddenly got yourself a fuckboy?”

  Miles stiffened, his hands fisting into my shirt. If not for having to let him go, I would have rammed my fist into Reid’s smirking face.

  “You tell Xavier that if he wants to do business with me again, he’d better send someone else because if I see your ugly mugs anywhere near my boy again, I’ll send you back to your boss in pieces for him to figure out the puzzle.”

  The men hurried out, closing the door quietly behind them. “You okay?” I kissed Miles’s temple, my heart still beating erratically at what had happened.

 

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