Fables foes, p.27
Fable's Foes, page 27
part #2 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
“I have to agree. It fits you well.”
“Really?” He looked ridiculously pleased, his cheeks a bright red. “I always loved tutus, but my parents threw out the ones I had after Claud.”
“You can always wear them for your Daddies. Your legs are so sexy in those tights.”
To make my point, I leaned forward and nibbled on his ankle. Zak laughed when Fable squealed and hopped. The skirt flopped up, and Zak choked. I nearly swallowed my tongue at what Fable wore beneath. A black thong that rested neatly between his bare buttocks.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out.
“Baby, do you know how long we’ve had to go without you?” Zak asked.
“The same number of days I’ve had to go without my Daddies making me feel good.” He dropped to his knees on the bed. “We have a couple of hours until we need to get back. What do you want to do?”
I was confident Zak would agree with this decision. We’d often talked about this and what the first thing we’d do when we got back together with Fable.
“We want to play with our little boy.” I gestured to the toys on the bed. It seemed Jamie had set this up nicely. Three Barbie dolls sat on the bed, next to a brush set with makeup.
“You want to watch me play?” Fable asked in awe. “Not have sex?”
“Definitely sex too,” Zak replied. “But after. Right now, I need time to calm down at seeing you, or I won’t last a minute when I touch you.”
Fable beamed at us. “Okay, I have the fairy wings and a wand to go with this outfit. Do you want to see? I’m going to be a fairy.”
Hell yes.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Fable
“Fable, are you going out again?”
As my mother entered my bedroom, I spun away from the dresser and stared at her. I hadn’t expected her at all. It was so long since she’d been in my room, and it was probably too late for her to try and play mother. I had a playdate with Zak and Booker in the next fifteen minutes for which I didn’t want to be late.
These past few days were hands down the best days of my life. Zak and Booker were so attentive. When Jamie had set up the first day for us, I thought they would’ve stripped me in record time. I wouldn’t have minded because I hadn’t seen them for so long.
Instead, they had surprised me by watching me play and making the day fun for me before we tumbled into naked limbs and fucked like our lives depended on it. I got hot just thinking about how my Daddies had poured their attention over my body before they sated their own desire.
I’d never met men like them before.
“Well, then, what is it?” Mother snapped, and I jumped.
“Uh, yes, I have another appointment with my therapist.” That was the convenient excuse I came up with for my frequent absences from the house. I’d never been a social butterfly. For me to constantly be out of the house now after being kidnapped might raise suspicion, and I didn’t want them to know about my biker Daddies.
She frowned, crossing her arms over her bosom. “That’s strange. Just to see how your progress was going, I called Dr. Gayle, but he assured me he hasn’t seen you since you stopped your appointments four years ago.”
“You called my therapist?” I was annoyed at her for interfering in my life. “That’s rather intrusive, especially given the doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“There’s no confidentiality where you’re concerned. You’re my son, and I have a right to know what sort of impact your ordeal has had on you.”
“How about you try and talk to me like a normal mother would and ask me how I’m doing?”
“Now, don’t make me out to be the bad one when it’s clear as day that you’re hiding something. You’re not going to the therapist. Then where are you going, Fable?”
Just for once I wanted to shock her. I wanted to throw it in her face that I had a life of my own and she couldn’t stop it, but years of having her manipulate my life hadn’t filled me with confidence.
“I had a suspicion you’d do this, and I’m seeing another therapist,” I lied, although in a way, it was true. Zak’s and Booker’s loving was all the therapy I needed right now. With their consideration and patience, they helped me to forget what I’d endured.
“Who are you seeing?”
“Someone who isn’t influenced by Father’s money.”
Her shoulders stiffened, her eyes blazed with fury, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You know I’ve tried with you, Fable. I’ve done everything I could for you. I left your deadbeat father and married up. I gave you a life that could give you clout despite your debilitating manhood.”
For all the times she’d made her denigrating remarks about my manhood, her words should now roll off my back like water. But they didn’t. They still hurt. My mother should stand up for me. She should love me despite the abnormality of my DNA.
I grabbed my brand-new phone from the dresser and walked by her. “I know you wanted a normal son, and I’m sorry I can’t be that for you. I’m sorry I have to rely on testosterone and therapy to function. I—” I narrowed my eyes at her and thought of the two men waiting for me. If anyone should reject me and belittle me, it should’ve been those two hardened ‘criminals’.
“You know what, screw my apology. I have nothing to be sorry for. I have no control over what makes up my DNA, and it’s shitty of you to make me feel bad over it all these years. If anything, you owe me an apology, but I won’t hold my breath, so how about we try to avoid each other from now on?”
“How dare you talk to me this way?”
“If you ask me, I’m more civil to you than you deserve.”
I caught a glimpse of her red face as I walked away from her. I rushed down the steps, feeling lighter than I had in a very long time. Once I was outside, I laughed, and then the tears rolled down my face, but they were good tears. I felt free. For once, I hadn’t kept the words back, and I felt good about it.
I hurried up the street as I’d been doing for the past three days. I knew that just around the corner either Booker or Zak would be waiting for me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, and when they were both waiting for me this time, I ran even faster.
“Fable, something wrong?” Zak asked when I threw my arms around him.
“No, I just missed my Daddies.” I kissed him hard, then launched myself into Booker’s arms. “Can we go now?”
“Jesus, Fable, you’re shaking,” Booker said. “What happened?”
I was. Shaking. I hadn’t even realized until he’d pointed it out. “I had a fight with my mother. I got tired of her nasty attitude toward me, and I just had to say something.”
“Shit, I wish I had more space at the club for all three of us.” Booker smoothed the hair from my face.
“It’s fine. I’ll be okay.”
“You know, we should try to get an apartment and live together,” Zak suggested. “Since Grimm asked me to fill in at the sportswear store, I’ll be able to contribute to the rent.”
“And I can get a job,” I piped up, loving the idea.
“I don’t think this is exactly the place for us to have this conversation.” Booker held out his hand. “Fable, hop onto Daddy’s bike and let’s go to our place. We can talk about it more there.”
Our place wasn’t really ours at all. It was borrowed, but the house was so perfect. It felt like home when I was there with my men. We had a lot of space. If we lived there, I could even get a whole room to myself as a playroom.
“What do you want to play today?” Zak asked when we entered the house.
I glanced from him to Booker and pulled my shirt over my head in one fluid motion. I dropped it to the floor.
“Can we have playtime after? I want both my Daddies so badly right now.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when Booker swept me off my feet and headed for the stairs. I laughed. Zak was already disrobing with every other step he took. By the time we reached the top of the stairs, he was only wearing his boxers.
Once inside the room Jamie permitted us to use, Booker let me slide down his body. His mouth landed on mine, and I melted under the heat of his tongue exploring my mouth. He pulled away, and I fell back against the bed. We were both breathing hard.
“Hmm, my turn to kiss our boy,” Zak declared, and as he walked by Booker, the bigger man slapped Zak’s ass. Nothing turned me on more than seeing them play with each other. Zak came down on me heavily, and I wrapped both my arms and legs around him.
“Love to feel you on top of me, Daddy,” I moaned, rubbing my body over his.
He shoved his hands beneath me, groped my ass, and pulled me flush against his groin. I gasped, tilting my head back, and his mouth found my neck. He kissed the sensitive skin over my pulse, licking and sucking on the spot.
“Let’s get you naked.”
Booker snuck up behind me while Zak peeled of my clothes. His lips rested at the nape of my neck, and he trailed kisses down the tattoos along my spine. Once I was fully undressed, Zak’s lips found my nipples. With the two of them caressing and kissing my body, it wasn’t long before I was blowing hard and squirming.
“Turn onto your side,” Booker told me.
I rolled over to my side with my back to him. Zak followed on his side with his face to me. He cupped my chin, brought our lips together, and kissed me while Booker pushed one of my legs forward. He fanned kisses over my butt cheeks, then ran his tongue down my crack.
I angled my hips so he had better access. Zak sucked on my tongue, and I traveled my hands down his sides, finding his cock and stroking him while Booker’s tongue pierced my hole. I whimpered against Zak, unable to move as Booker held down my hip and plundered my ass. His fingers joined in the foray, lubed and pushing inside my hole.
“Fuck, baby, you’re ready for Papa, aren’t you?”
I moaned my answer into Zak’s mouth, then pulled away as I remembered Jamie’s call last night.
“My test results came back,” I said in a raspy voice. “They were all negative.” Booker stiffened, and I flushed. “It’s okay. We can continue using condoms until he brings the paper results in.”
“God, baby, we trust you.”
I was glad for that. I’d never thought it mattered before, but I wanted this with my men. It was a promise of exclusivity between us.
Booker lubed up and positioned his dick at my entrance. I gasped at the gentle slide of him inside me. So slow and deep. I keened softly, and Zak held me close.
“Shh, baby. Papa will make it so good for you.” He kissed me, and I was lost. Between him and Booker touching me, I was somewhere floating just on the brink of ecstasy. Booker’s cock stretched me, but I took him like the good boy I was. There was always a place inside my body for my Daddies’ hard cocks.
Zak slid down my body, draping one of my legs over his shoulder so he could reach my dick. He lavished attention on my small firm balls, sucking on them, licking along the seams, then engulfing my cock into his mouth.
“Oh, Daddy!” I cried out, moving my hips to the rhythm of their movements. I could’ve been out of sync, and I wouldn’t know. My body was electrified, my sense of touch heightened, the scent of our arousal making my mouth water.
I tugged on Zak’s hair. “Please, Daddy. I want to suck your cock.”
Booker accommodated us by flipping me onto my back and climbing between my legs. He pushed back inside me with one hard thrust that had my back arching. Zak knelt next to my head and fed me his cock. I latched on to it, sucking the head between my lips, and I felt better already, having both my holes filled.
I slipped Zak’s cock from between my lips. “Fuck my mouth, Daddy,” I begged him. “I want to feel so full of you and Papa.”
Zak’s and Booker’s eyes met. In unison, they leaned forward and kissed over my frame. I stared up at them, my eyes glazing over. My cock throbbed at the sight of their lips meeting, their tongue plunging and retreating.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I moaned. “I could watch you kiss all day.”
Zak pulled back with a laugh. “I thought you wanted me to fuck your mouth like Daddy’s good boy.”
“Daddy’s naughty boy,” I said in mischief. “Will you make me dirty, Daddy? I want to be so dirty for you and Papa.”
Booker’s hips stuttered. “Fuck, Zak, give it to him already, will you?”
So Zak did. He leaned over me, and with my head turned to the side, he pushed his cock into my mouth. He and Booker were so in sync with each other. Booker would thrust inside me hard while Zak’s cock pushed down my throat. It was like they were an extension of each other. Their grunts and moans filled the room.
Zak eased back, probably sensing I needed to breathe. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead affectionately while I took deep heaving breaths. “Good boy.”
“Zak, switch.”
Before they could make a complete switch, I blurted out, “Papa, will you fuck Daddy while he’s inside me?”
Their sharp intake of breaths were loud in the room. “Yes.” Zak pulled my legs to the edge of the bed, where he could stand on the floor. He looked at Booker. “Fuck me while I’m inside our boy.”
“You two are going to be the death of me,” Booker groaned, but he grabbed the lube, squirted into Zak’s hand, then did the same to his. Zak held my legs apart, and I felt so open and decadent in how he had me spread before him.
“You’re so beautiful.” Zak guided his cock inside me. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Heat spread through me. It wasn’t his cock inside me that made me believe him. No, it was the complete look of adoration on his face. When he bottomed out, he paused, and I watched Booker settle in place behind him.
Zak moaned and leaned back into Booker with his back curved without pulling an inch out of me. The way his tattoos rippled with each movement left me breathless.
Booker’s hands slipped around Zak’s stomach and caressed his abs. Zak hooked his arm around Booker’s neck and sucked on Booker’s tongue. I whimpered, my ass tightening as I shot my load prematurely over my stomach. It wasn’t really much of a load, just a few droplets.
My cheeks burned as Booker and Zak stopped kissing. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Booker said. “Do you want to stop?”
I shook my head vehemently. “No, I don’t need to get off again. Plus, it feels so good just the same.”
“You sure, Fable?”
I grabbed Zak’s shoulders and pulled him down to my chest. “Fuck him, Papa,” I said, then claimed Zak’s lips.
The bed moved beneath our bodies as Booker pummeled into Zak. Each jerk of Booker’s hips forward sent Zak gliding inside me. It was bliss.
Then they found a rhythm that worked beautifully. Together their hips snapped forward and back. Booker drove into Zak, and Zak drove into me. I clutched the bed sheets, gasping at the pressure against my prostate. Fuck, it felt like I was coming again, but that had never happened to me before.
“Yes, baby, you can do it,” Zak murmured, rubbing his hands over my chest, caressing my nipples. I whimpered, shaking at the intensity of whatever the hell they were doing to me. I wasn’t used to this, to this burning intensity.
Zak’s cry mingled with mine as he came inside me, gushing his warm seed. He fell forward on top of me, his mouth seeking mine. We kissed almost desperately. The bed still jerked with the movements of Booker fucking him.
Zak slipped out of me, then crawled over me, and Booker’s cock filled my dripping hole. Zak kissed my eyes, my nose, my cheeks.
“You want both your Daddies’ cum to breed you, don’t you, baby?”
“Ugh, yes.” I gasped at the glide of Booker’s hips. He grunted, the sound I’d become familiar with. The sound of his release. He choked, hips pumping furiously as I clenched my ass around his cock, milking him of every drop of cum he had to give me.
“Fuck!” Booker pulled out. He dropped to his knees and raised my legs over his shoulders, then ate me out.
“Papa, mine, please,” I begged him.
He rose from his knees, and Zak slid next to me while Booker leaned forward and kissed me, the mixture of his and Zak’s cum flooding my mouth. I guzzled it down greedily, then licked inside his mouth to collect every residue I could. When I opened my eyes and found a bit dripping at the side of his mouth, I licked that too.
My Daddies’ cum must never go to waste.
“Come here.” Booker gathered both Zak and me close to him, dropping a kiss on our mouths one by one. “If we do get an apartment together, we’d be able to do that more often.”
Zak chuckled, and I beamed up at them. To share an apartment with my Daddies would be everything. I’d finally be out of my parents’ toxic house and live my life the way I wanted. With these two men next to me.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m so happy. You’ve both made me so happy, and everything is so perfect. I never want this feeling to go away.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Zak
Three days later, I was parked at the usual spot waiting for Fable when my phone rang. Growling in frustration, I dug the smartphone from my pocket. To my relief, it wasn’t Horatio. I loathed anything I had to do with the man, but I had to get this over with once and for all. I needed my life back and my men in it.
“Hey, Alan, what’s new?”
“The meeting is all set with the two real FBI guys coming to collect Horatio. All you have to do is your part and show up at the hotel to go over the plan with them.”
“Good. It’s about time I get this show on the road.”
“Zak, you still sure about doing this? You know where I stand. For you to cut your losses and get the hell out of this town.”
Just then, Fable was walking toward me, and although I wasn’t certain, I couldn’t just leave my men without talking to them.
“I have to make this right. Call you later, Alan. I have to go.”
His sigh came clearly over the phone. “Fine, though I don’t see the reason for agreeing to this meeting with the FBI. I mean if the Reapers do you in, who the hell is going to meet them?”
