Fables foes, p.16
Fable's Foes, page 16
part #2 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
“What?”
“I’m pretty sure I just caught Fable jerking off.”
“Liar.”
“I swear. Think he’s getting off on us.”
I grinned at him over my shoulder. “Then let’s give us all a show.”
Booker went down on his knees behind me and planted kisses over my ass cheeks, then spread them.
“Just waiting to be fucked, aren’t you?”
“Yes! You’ve tortured me long enough.”
He circled his tongue around my hole, licking and stroking. I moaned, leaning heavily against the door and reached back to grab his hair and press his face deeper into my crack. He licked me harder, spitting and sucking on my puckered hole. When I released him, he coated two of his fingers with lube and shoved them inside.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the burning sensation. I hadn’t even played with myself during the time we’d been apart, but now I wished I had. He wouldn’t have to take so much time to prep me.
He ended up using a whole lot of lube and finger-fucking me. By the time he straightened and lined his dick up against my entrance, I was near my climax. Thank fuck our height wasn’t too way off for standing sex.
I braced against the door, and Booker pressed a hand into my back to get me to lower my torso. My body bowed to his command, and then he was burrowing into my body, carving out a passage for his dick. He ground his hips against my ass, filling me with his cock.
“Fuck!” I barked out, my ass clenching around the thickness of him.
“You like that, huh?”
“You know I do.” I shoved my hips back, meeting each of his thrusts. His pelvis smacked into my ass with a loudness that rang out in the bathroom. He ran his hand up to my chest and brushed over my nipples. My balls clenched tighter than a nun clutching her rosary beads at mass.
“Fuck, feels so good,” Booker groaned, gripping my hips. He snapped forward, his dick plunging in, then completely out, then pushing back inside me. The door rattled against my body as it sustained my weight.
I wrapped a hand around my cock. Booker’s powerful thrusts were all I needed to fuck my fist.
“More,” I begged him, then cried out when he complied and rammed me straight into the door so hard I thought it wouldn’t hold. Not only did it hold, but it continued to do so while Booker picked up the pace, his pelvis bruising against my ass with each vigorous jab.
“Fuck, fuck,” Booker moaned, his movements turning manic.
“Oh fuck, yeah, come inside me.”
I leaned back into him, head twisting to find his lips. Our mouths fastened. He groaned into my mouth, grinding his hips against my ass in circular motions as he came. His cock tripped my own circuit, and I tore my lips away from his, resting heavily against his chest as my spunk splattered the door.
Booker was basically supporting all my weight when I came around, his cock still buried inside me.
“I feel like my skin is alive,” I murmured.
He chuckled. “I’m going to pull out. Hold your cheeks open for me.”
I gripped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, moaning at the feel of Booker’s cock retreating from the hollow place he’d carved out inside me. I felt how much I gaped open, cum running out of my hole. When I glanced back at him, his face was filled with pride like he took pleasure in wrecking me.
“Well, goddammit, there’s so much of it.” He scooped up the mess dripping down my taint and brought it to my lips. “Open up. No need to let it go to waste.”
I held his eyes as I sucked his fingers into my mouth.
Chapter Eighteen
Fable
We finally rode up to Booker’s grandaunt’s house when it was dusk. I rode on the back of Booker’s bike since they had switched me like luggage for the last leg of our journey. I rode with Zak during the day, and by now, I was so used to sitting in Booker’s bitch seat, my arms wrapped around his hard body, that I no longer even thought too much about whether or not he could feel my hard-on whenever it happened.
“Damn, it looks the same,” Booker said, and as curious as I was, I was too exhausted to raise my head where it rested against his broad back.
“Fable, are you sleeping?” Zak dismounted his bike.
I turned my head sideways and watched as he removed his helmet. His curly hair was disheveled, but it only added to his sex appeal. He wasn’t exactly built as solid as Booker, but he was just as hot. What would he say about my tattoos? He probably wouldn’t understand their significance.
“Not quite. Though I may be permanently fastened to Booker’s back.”
Booker’s chest rumbled with laughter, and a small smile touched my lips. This was a newer version of Booker, which seemed to have appeared when he and Zak had made up in the bathroom of our motel room two days ago. I still couldn’t believe how loud and filthy they had been when they had sex.
I’d heard every dirty word they had said to each other, but I’d never admit to standing on the other side of the door, jerking off while I listened to their passion and wished…Wished what? That it should’ve been me being pounded into the door like that?
“Let’s get you off.”
Zak came toward us and kissed Booker’s cheek. He was always an affectionate guy, but he was overly so now with Booker. I couldn’t believe that Booker allowed Zak to be that way with him. And I definitely couldn’t believe how seeing the two of them this way affected me.
It made me yearn for things I had no business even thinking about. Not from two guys who’d kidnapped me. And they had. It didn’t matter that I had a chance or two to escape and I hadn’t made any move to seek help.
Like the night they had been too busy in the bathroom, fucking their brains out. I could’ve let myself out of the motel room. Instead, I’d fisted my cock in desperation until cum splattered my hand.
Zak helped me off the bike and supported my weight until my legs were steady enough for me to walk.
“Well, damn, Booker, you grew up all decent, didn’t you?” Zak teased him as he stared at the house and what we could see of the neighborhood.
He took the words right out of my mouth. Not that I’d actually say them. I never thought much about where I would end up, but I’d never have guessed somewhere this nice. Even in the fast fading light, the house appeared well kept from the coat of paint to the gardens on either side of the steps leading to the porch.
“You met Aunt Hyacinth.” Booker spoke of the woman with so much respect that I was curious about this lady who’d raised a man who became a criminal. “What did you expect?”
They grabbed their saddlebags, and Booker led the way up the porch. I followed, while Zak brought up the rear. The porch had a long old-fashioned bamboo-type chair, which couldn’t be all that comfortable. Potted plants lined the sides.
“How are we going to get in?” I mused aloud, not sure if Booker had a key. Based on his reaction, he hadn’t been back in his old neighborhood in a long time.
“Zak?” Booker said.
Zak gently moved me to the side and walked past me. “Hmm, when Aunt Hyacinth finds out I broke into her house, I hope you own up to being the instigator.”
He took a pocketknife from his pocket and examined the lock. His position had his ass jutting out and his already skintight jeans stretching indecently over his backside. I hoped no one had noticed me checking out Zak, but Booker’s grin said it all. He winked at me, and I couldn’t look away fast enough when he squeezed Zak’s butt.
With a laugh, Zak swatted his hand. “Quit it. Didn’t you get enough last night?”
If I craned my head to the right any more to avoid looking at them, I’d develop a permanent crick in my neck. Booker just laughed, and honestly, when he was this jovial, I didn’t know how to react. I was used to grumpy Booker, who never cracked a smile. Seeing him this friendly did crazy things to my stomach.
The guy was already hot when he scowled. When he laughed, his whole face lit up. I bet he didn’t show this side of himself to everyone either. If not for Zak’s presence, I wouldn’t really get to see him without all that macho air he tried to keep going on.
“Aha, did it in less than a minute,” Zak crowed in delight.
“That’s not exactly something to brag about.” Booker crowded Zak.
“Shut up. You know you love that I’m a total badass.”
Booker shook his head and stepped aside, indicating with his head for me to precede him. I followed Zak inside the house and jumped a little when Booker shut the door too hard.
“Sorry.”
He actually apologized. What kind of alternate universe was I in? Was sex with Zak that good to totally transform him?
“Where’s the john? I need to take a piss,” Zak said.
“Hold on. Lemme show you.”
Booker walked by me and showed Zak the bathroom, and I just stood there looking after them. Did they expect me to follow? I could use the bathroom too, but I could hold it until I was alone. They wouldn’t want to see me squatting over the toilet like a chick.
I glanced back at the front door. I could run. This was my chance. Why did they even leave me alone? Did they think that I’d stay true to my word and wait for them to let me go as they said they would?
My feet didn’t even move in the direction of the door. With a sigh, I ambled farther in the house until I came to an antique pocket door. I pushed it aside and entered a well-lived-in living room. Everything was coordinated from the lime green and brown rug to the curtains and the cushions on the sofa. Potted plants stood in the corner of the room, and an old-fashioned piano was tucked against a wall.
What grabbed my attention, though, were the photographs mounted on the wall. I strode over and examined them more closely. An older woman with a gentleman around her age and two little girls. On the mantel stood a picture of the woman and a younger Booker.
I picked up the photo. Booker was somewhere between ten and twelve, with black hair that was too long and unkempt. Although the woman smiled widely, Booker’s face was blank, but his eyes had a cold darkness to them.
Shit, I never believed that someone could be born bad. I believed everyone was a product of their environment. Me, for example. My lack of confidence and neediness stemmed from my fucked-up family situation, namely my overachieving mom, who wanted pleasures out of life more than she really wanted a son.
Footsteps trod behind me, and I straightened quickly. Zak entered, smiling when he saw me.
“Oh, is that an embarrassing photo of Booker?” He came over to me. “Let me see.”
I allowed him to take the photo from my hands. He had more right to it than I did. He stroked over the glass where the little boy was and frowned.
“Didn’t he have a happy childhood?” I asked Zak, trying to better understand the man who’d kidnapped me. “I thought his grandaunt was a nice lady.”
“She is.”
At Booker’s voice, both Zak and I swiveled around. Zak didn’t look bothered in the least to have been caught talking about Booker behind his back, but I felt my cheeks heating up.
“This was taken about a week after she brought me to live with her.” He took the photo from Zak.
“How old were you?” I asked softly. I could tell Zak had no clue about this information either, and I felt oddly privileged that he’d share with me standing there.
“I was fourteen.” Zak and I shared shocked looks, and he chuckled. “Hard to believe I was small for my age, right? But that happens when you’re malnourished and lucky enough to eat twice a week.”
“Booker.” Zak placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “I didn’t know.”
“Folks around here know.” He shrugged. “It didn’t seem so important anymore after I left.”
Although nervousness was digging its home into my gut, I patted his other shoulder. “Of course it matters. Our past helps define who we are.”
He chuckled again, but it sounded raw as he stared at the picture. “Truth is my parents were useless junkies who were more interested in getting stoned and holding orgies than their only kid. I had a sister—Elizabeth—but she died at six months old. They’d leave me to take care of her for days when I was only ten. They said it was SIDS. I’m pretty sure I saw my mother suffocate her one night. I tried to tell the cops once, but she had my old man beat me within an inch of my life, locked me in the outhouse, and only remembered to let me out three days later. I was so hungry I almost ate my own shit. Happiest day of my life was when this woman took me in.”
I blinked at the tears that popped into my eyes. Damn, but even with the things I endured from my mother, I never had it that bad. I wanted to hug him hard, but Zak was already doing it, and I looked away.
“Fuck, Booker, that’s tough,” Zak said. “I lost my parents when I was young. Only nine. I didn’t have anyone to take me in, so I bounced around from foster homes to group homes.”
My eyes darted from Booker to Zak. Then I chuckled. It wasn’t funny in the least, and I rubbed a hand over my heart, where the ache resided.
“What’s so funny?” Zak frowned.
“It’s not funny.” I shook my head. “You know how sometimes you have to laugh or maybe you’ll cry? I just realized we’ve all had some shitty childhoods. Granted, my experience was never as bad as yours, but still. Shitty.”
“Yeah? How?” Booker asked.
“I guess everyone knows the mayor is not my real dad. And that’s not even the problem. He’s decent if a bit misguided, but my mother… She’s your worst nightmare. I think if she could, she would’ve pushed me back up the birth canal.”
“Need a hug too?” Zak held out his hand. The gesture was not the first he’d extended toward me since I allowed myself to believe they’d let me go and I didn’t have to fight them anymore.
I took the first step, then the next until Zak pulled me up against Booker’s other side. Not only Booker’s arm came around me, but Zak’s did too, and I closed my eyes, feeling an embrace that expected nothing in return.
A sob tore from my throat, but I desperately tried to contain it. They had been through way worse than me, and they were both strong men, not reduced to tears.
My attempt was futile. I couldn’t hold it in. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I bawled like a newborn babe who let out his first angry wail at the world. I cried for what each of us had had to endure and how fucked up we were in our own little way because of it. Most of all, I cried out of frustration that I’d met two men the world thought were criminals but who had more heart and loyalty in their bones than most people I knew.
And I cried because it was clear as day how in love they were while I was on the periphery, looking in longingly.
Chapter Nineteen
Booker
“Zak, I…” I entered my old bedroom, where Zak stood, completely naked and fresh out of the shower with water still dotting his skin.
He turned to me, and although he was all soft, I wanted nothing but to back him up against the bed and raise his legs over my shoulders. But I needed to show some restraint. I couldn’t just fuck him every time I had the urge. Even when he was always game.
“Yes,” he said breathlessly.
I blinked several times. “What?”
“With that look in your eyes, yes to whatever you’re about to ask me.”
His response brought a chuckle that rumbled from my chest. I’d forgotten what a wicked sense of humor he had. Technically, he never lost it, but I’d stopped seeing much of the humor when we split up. It was good to be able to appreciate the way he viewed the world.
Sometimes I questioned if he had a serious bone in his body.
“Then go ahead and make your list.”
His eyebrows rose. “A list of what? All the ways I want us to fuck before we return to Smoky Vale?”
I couldn’t help myself. I closed the gap between us, wrapped my arms around his back, and grabbed his butt cheeks. I spread them, dipped my fingers between the perfect globes, and tapped against his hole. Earlier I’d licked him while he jerked off, but now I wanted inside him so bad.
Later.
“A list of things you want from the grocery store.” The heat in his eyes changed to confusion.
“That’s unsexy.”
“Not trying to be sexy, only to feed both you and Fable.” I removed my finger from his hole and popped him hard on the ass so the sound rang out in the room. “Now make your list.”
“I eat mostly everything.” He shrugged. “Pretty sure I’ll eat anything you buy.”
“All right, I’ll be back in an hour or so.” I placed my head next to his and licked his neck. “Get some rest. I’m going to wear you out tonight.”
His breathing sped up, and as close to him as I was, I heard every sharp intake, felt every exhaled breath on the side of my face.
“You play dirty.” He sighed when I stepped back. “Have you checked with Fable? Find out if he wants anything?”
I hadn’t even thought of it. Yesterday had been kind of a surreal experience for all of us. We’d seemed to bond over our shitty childhoods, but after Fable exhausted himself crying and I showed him his room, he’d been a bit aloof. Shy. He hadn’t eaten dinner with us, stating he was too tired. There was at least some truth to it because when I’d checked on him, he’d been fast asleep.
Today, he’d come out of his shell a little, but the shyness continued. He had breakfast with us but, right after, disappeared back into the bedroom. I hadn’t heard a peep out of him since.
“Good idea. I’ll see if he’s awake.”
“Do that. And I hope you deliver tonight.”
“When have I never?” I shot back with a smirk, walking out of the bedroom. There was something peaceful about seeing Zak in my old bedroom. Naked. I used to sneak girls in back in high school.
Once I’d even lured a bicurious guy and his girlfriend back with me while Aunt Hyacinth was out of the house. We’d both meant to fuck his girlfriend, but I’d fucked him instead and discovered I was bisexual. He and his girlfriend had broken up a few days after, and we’d continued to fuck around until he moved away for college, since he was a year older.
