Miles high, p.16
Miles High, page 16
part #4 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
He started shaking his head, then nodded. “I am now.”
“Go to my bedroom. I’ll be with you in a sec.”
“B-but…” He stared at the weed on the coffee table, and I held back my groan, thwacking his ass hard. “Go now. To the bedroom and wait on me.”
“All right, but—”
“Miles!”
He shuffled off without another sound of protest. I locked the front door, not trusting those assholes not to come back. I couldn’t even blame them either. We had an agreement: just us at the drop. No one else was allowed. If the shoe had been on the other foot, I would have also thought I was being screwed over for sure.
I concealed the weed and wiped down the coffee table, then went to the bedroom. At the doorway, I stopped, arms crossed over my chest. What did he expect me to say? To deny what I had been doing? There was no way I could spin this to mean anything else. He was a smart boy. He would have put two and two together already.
“I’m sorry,” he said, gripping his hands together. “So, so sorry. I didn’t know there would be anyone here. I got off early, and I was being followed, so I had to call a cab to get here, and I ruined everything.”
Good god, he was killing me. And just when I was coming down from the adrenaline rush. “You were being followed? By whom?”
He shook his head. “It was harmless. I just didn’t want them to know where I was going.”
“Them who? Goddammit, Miles, I swear you got me pissed off at ghosts. Who am I supposed to be ripping apart?”
“I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call you before I came over.”
“You don’t ever gotta apologize for coming here.” I sat on the bed and patted my lap. He scooted off the bed and straddled me. I settled my hands on his hips to steady him. “I’m madder at myself for not changing the location, since I knew you were coming by today.” I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. “I never want to see you in that position again. With a gun pointed at your head. If I hadn’t just used the bathroom, I would’ve pissed myself for sure. You gave me quite a scare, Miles.”
“I gave me quite a scare.”
I rubbed my thumb over his bottom lip, and he sucked it into his mouth. The gesture went right to my cock.
“You’re not going to tell me who was following you? Is it… the other guy? Is there even another guy, Miles?”
“Yeah, but it’s not quite the way you think. It’s not romantic.”
I groaned. “And what am I supposed to do with that info? Am I going to have to stake out your house so I can catch this bastard myself and tell him he needs to find somebody else to fuck with? Because there’s a thought that might do the trick.”
He sucked in a deep breath. “You can’t do that, Rubble.”
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do? I don’t like feeling helpless where you’re concerned.”
“Just give me some time, please. I need to figure something out.”
“One day you’re going to have to tell me everything, Miles.”
“Maybe. When I know everyone will be safe.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “If it were just me involved, I would’ve told you, and it’s not like we’re completely innocent in all this too. We made bad decisions, and we’re paying the price.”
“What bad decisions?”
He slid off my lap and tugged his shirt over his head. “Will you shower with me?”
“I already showered.”
“Well, I wasn’t just talking a shower.”
He shimmied out of his jeans and kicked them off, stretching completely naked before me. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
I gave him a head start to the bathroom, still shaken from that gun pointed at his temple and now learning he was in trouble. I was frustrated at him for not being open with me. How was I supposed to fight an enemy I couldn’t see? Staking out his house might just be the thing I have to resort to.
When I walked into the bathroom. Miles was already in the cubicle, washing his ass. Without a word, I slid back the door and stepped in, the full blast of the water hitting my face.
We spent almost an hour in the shower, me teasing him and edging him until I finally allowed him to fly. Then he declared he was way too sated to do anything but lean against me as I washed him, then carried him to bed, where we lay facing each other.
“I promise I won’t come here unannounced again,” he whispered.
“No, I want you to feel like you can come here at any time.” I took his hand, entwining our fingers. “I’ll find someplace else to conduct business.”
“Okay.”
I squeezed his hand. “Just okay? You don’t have anything you want to say?”
“Like what?”
I shrugged. “Questions about what you walked in on.”
“I don’t think it’s any of my business. I don’t want to know.”
Usually, that answer would have left me satisfied, but not this time. “Are you disappointed?”
“I-I don’t know what I am,” he admitted. “I mean, I already know the club does things that aren’t legal, so I shouldn’t be shocked, but walking in on it was different. But not in an entirely bad way.” He rolled over on top of me, folding his hands beneath his chin. “It’s like before I could live in ignorance that if I didn’t know about it, it wasn’t really happening, but seeing it reminded me that being with you means being involved indirectly. It’s not something I can be in halfway. Does that make sense?”
“I think so.” I pulled his head down and kissed him hard. “I could wring Reid’s neck for pulling a gun on you.”
“What would you have done if he had shot me? Would you have avenged my death?”
“And then some. I don’t want to lose you, Miles. I like what we have going on here, even if you’re keeping secrets from your Daddy. That in itself deserves punishment.”
“Punishment?”
“Have you never been punished before?”
He shook his head. “I’m a virgin. What do you think?”
“And being sassy too. Definitely calls for punishment. I think I’ll use Grimm’s favorite method.”
“Which is what?”
I ran my hands down his back and over his ass, then squeezed the twin globes. “I’ll spank you.”
“Oh?”
“You like the sound of that?”
He nodded shyly.
“Hmm, then maybe spanking’s not for you,” I teased. “Since it’s not supposed to be fun or pleasurable.”
“I mean, I’ll hate it for sure.”
Laughing, I scooted up to sit with my back to the head of the bed and positioned him across my thighs.
“We need to talk about safewords.”
“Like to get you to stop?”
“Exactly.” I pried his butt cheeks apart to expose that tiny hole that still remained elusive. If he ever gave me the go-ahead, I would be inside him so fast, but I had to respect his wishes.
“Can’t I just say stop?”
“You can, but what if when you say stop, you don’t really want me to stop?”
“Why would I say that if I don’t want you to stop?”
“Because it can be fun and a fucking turn-on to say stop but having the person disregard it.”
“Really? I can’t see how, but I’ll take your word for it.”
“You’ll use red to tell me to stop,” I told him. “And I want you to stop me at a point where it really begins to hurt but not yet at your limit to use your safeword. After, you can tell me if it does anything for you. How does that sound?”
“Okay, I’m willing to try most things once.”
“Good boy. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Remember, I’m spanking you until you safeword, so when you get to that point, don’t be afraid to say red. I’m counting on you to do that.”
He nodded. “I remember.”
His cock was already semihard, and I smiled. He was going to enjoy having his ass spanked.
My hand connected with the fleshy underside of his ass, and he jumped.
“You okay?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“They’re going to get harder.”
“I’m ready.”
I counted for him with each slap. His small gasps turned into low moans and grunts until he cried out with each. His red ass on display, my fingers printed on his flesh, had me hard and desperate to push my cock between his cheeks. And then it came.
“Please stop.” He squirmed on my thighs.
The pulse beat hard in my neck as I ignored his request and slapped his right cheek hard. He cried out and bucked on my leg.
“Naughty boys must be punished,” I said, my breathing harsh. His cock was digging into my thighs. “Daddy says when the punishment stops.”
“But it hurts,” he sobbed against the bed. “I just want it to stop.”
“Ah, but secretly you love it, don’t you?” I rasped, hitting him again, my cock jerking at his cry. “That fine line between pleasure and pain. You like me hurting you, don’t you?”
“No,” he gasped. “Please, no! Red. Red.”
I held back from slapping him another time, instead laying him on the bed on his tummy and running a hand lightly over his reddened cheeks. I kissed the discolored flesh, trailing my lips over him until his sobs quietened to the point I thought he’d fallen asleep.
“Are you okay?” I rolled him onto his side and spooned him, kissing the side of his face and tasting his salty tears.
He nodded, then gave a shaky laugh. “Why did that feel so good? And you were right about the saying “stop” part.”
“Of course. I’m always right.”
“Smart, Daddy.”
“You’re the smart one.”
“Let me.” He shuffled around to his knees and moved between my legs. “You didn’t come in the shower. You spent all the time on me.”
“Because that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you.”
“Then I must take care of you.”
One of his hands rested on the bed and the other on my thigh. He glanced up at me, and I loved that he remembered I preferred him to look at me while he sucked me off. His face was still wet with tears, and fuck knew it wasn’t supposed to turn me on more knowing that I’d caused those tears. But it did.
I groaned and fisted the sheets instead of his hair, letting him have his way with me. He took as much of me as he could to the back of his throat, then retreated and swooped back down on me with his wet mouth. He hummed around my cock, his eyes rolling back like he enjoyed every single moment of the pleasure that was mine.
“Harder,” I begged him, then hissed as his teeth gently scraped my flesh.
He sucked in with his jaw, and my hips shot off the bed. I was thrusting now, unable to hold back from the rising tide that flooded me.
“Fuck, Miles, baby!” I shouted his name hoarsely as I came, shooting my load down his throat. He swallowed it all down, and holding my shaft in his hand, licked all around the barbell.
Satisfied, he crawled up my body, and I kissed him, collecting spunk and saliva and everything that was all him. The kiss slowed down as his lips spread into a smile.
“Why are you so happy?”
“Because I love being with you, and you teach me new things every day.”
“We’re not going to make it to the party tonight, are we?” I asked.
“We can swing by when you drop me off at home.”
“Okay, we should get up, then.”
It took us another half an hour before we rolled out of bed and another half as Miles tried to figure out what to wear as he’d forgotten to ask me to throw his shirt in the wash. We finally settled on his jeans with one of the new shirts Jamie had bought me, which he attacked with scissors. The result wasn’t supposed to look as great as it did. He’d cut too deep, which left his tummy bare. I almost changed my mind about taking him to the club, but he was looking forward to seeing the boys.
“And what do you do if someone approaches you?” I asked him when he put on his helmet and climbed onto the back of my bike.
“I tell them I belong to Rubble, and I will come to find you if they don’t leave me alone.”
“Good boy. Although if you stick to the other boys, you’ll be fine. No one messes with Jamie.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I had no intention of spending the entire night partying with him at the clubhouse. He wasn’t used to the lifestyle, and knowing how wild things could get, I anticipated us leaving soon.
We were greeted by metal music blasting from the speakers. Cass and Mort were back, which was cause enough to celebrate. The brothers who didn’t regularly hang out at the clubhouse had come as well, and they would get enough attention from the many hangarounds.
When we passed a small orgy on the porch outside, Miles let out a squeak and clutched my shirt. I placed an arm around his shoulders. I’d been around this so long it meant nothing to me. I’d been into the scene when I wanted to get laid, but now that I had Miles none of it interested me anymore.
I waved to a few familiar faces but didn’t stop to chat. Miles could hang out with his friends, but not too long as far as I was concerned. I didn’t like the way the men eyed him, whispering among themselves, nodding in our direction. Just a few short months ago, I had been one of them, and I knew exactly what was going through their mind. It took everything out of me not to turn Miles right back to the front door.
“Miles, you made it!”
Cass bolted out of Mort’s lap and rushed toward us, threw his arms around Miles and ripped my boy from my side.
“We’ve been waiting on you all night,” he said. “Come dance with us.”
Miles looked at me helplessly, and I smiled at him in encouragement. It was good for him to go with the boys. He didn’t seem to have many friends. I had brothers, some of whom I was getting closer to now that our boys were becoming friends. In fact, I found myself at the bar with Grimm, Booker, and Mort, idly drinking and doing absolutely nothing else.
“What are you having?” Dove asked me.
“Just a beer. Going to drop Miles home in a few.”
“Could be longer than a few,” Mort said and took a swig of his beer.
I glanced over to the boys to see what he was talking about. Somehow, they’d roped in a shy Miles to dance with them, his face a bright red as Cass spanked his ass. He seemed to be having fun, though, laughing and swaying to the music, although he must be hurting, as Cass slapped the exact spot I had just over an hour ago.
Grimm barked out a laugh. “What do we call that look on Rubble’s face, guys?”
I let my smile drop and scowled at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re in love with Miles.” Mort shook his head. “I can’t believe you were the one giving me shit about Cass. Now the table’s turned, you fucker.”
I shrugged. “I ain’t denying it. He’s a good boy.”
“You better treat him right,” Mort said.
“You’re telling me how to treat my boy?”
“Can we not have this pissing contest tonight?” Booker asked. “We may have to make you kiss and make up already.”
“Kiss my ass more like it,” Mort grumbled.
“I don’t see the appeal.”
Grimm and Booker laughed while Mort and I glared at each other. “Look, any other night but tonight, I’ll get into it with you.” I sighed. “Just not tonight.”
“Cass and I are moving out,” Mort announced. “Soon as we find a place we like.”
“Good for you.” Grimm saluted him with his beer bottle. “The twins can get their own rooms, then.”
“We all fucking know that ain’t gonna happen.” I knocked back half the content of my beer.
“I got a call from Xavier, Rubble,” Booker said, and I groaned. “What’s that about?”
“It’s nothing. Miles came by early and surprised me. Don’t worry about it. I have another location in mind for the drops.”
“Good. I told him you would handle it.”
He had? I took another swig of my beer to hide the emotions that rose inside my chest. I held my tongue, afraid of saying the wrong thing that could ruin this sudden bout of confidence in me.
“Hey, would you say these boys have made men out of us?” Mort asked. “I mean, Cass has got me thinking about raising a family again.”
“Jamie has certainly made an old man out of me,” Grimm said. “I swear I see new gray hair every morning. That boy is too much.” But pride laced his voice as he watched said boy gyrating in a way that should be outlawed.
I hung out with the elites of the club until I noticed Miles’s energy was waning. Knowing him, he wouldn’t want to be rude and tell the boys he had danced long enough. “I think that’s my cue to get him home. I’ll be back after.”
“Cool. Want someone to go with you?”
“Nah, I’m fine.”
I cut across the room to Miles and placed a hand on his hip. “Sorry, fellas, I got to take Miles home.”
“Already?” Fable asked, his eyes glassy as if he’d had one too many drinks. That would explain why he looked so carefree. Usually, he was such a shy boy.
“Miles has to work tomorrow, and it’s been a long day for him. Say good-bye to your friends, Miles.”
Miles hugged them and promised he would be back. I pushed my way through the throng of bodies, Miles clutching my hand. Outside, I breathed in the fresh air, glad to be out of the oppressive atmosphere of heavy cologne and body odor.
“You all right to ride?” I asked. “Or should I borrow the club van?”
“Bike, please.”
Always so polite. Would he ask me please to fuck him too when he had enough of waiting? The thought was a huge turn-on.
“Come on.” I kissed his nose and walked him to my bike. We climbed on, and after checking he was settled comfortably, I drove off into the night.
With the way he leaned into me, I had a feeling these bike rides meant as much to him as they did to me. The road was almost free of traffic, and we arrived at his house way too soon.
He handed me the spare helmet, staring over my shoulder. “Thank you.”
