Miles high, p.29
Miles High, page 29
part #4 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
I shook my head. “Are we safe? That’s the only thing I need to know.”
“From Hook and Black?” He rubbed my arms. “Yes, they can’t hurt you anymore. And from others that may come in the future? I’ll always fight for you.”
“Well, aren’t you the best Daddy in the world?” I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“You better remember that too. I’ll protect you, provide for you, punish you—”
“That’s a lot of p’s.”
“Oh, there’s an f somewhere in there too.”
I laughed, tracing his throat with my thumb. “I love you so much.”
“Ditto, babe.”
“Ditto?” I huffed.
“I mean, I love you too.” He slid his hand under my shirt. “Now you got five minutes to decide. You gonna stay right here and let me fuck you ‘cause you sitting in my lap makes me horny as fuck. Or we go to the hospital so you can see for yourself that Mort’s fine.”
I rubbed my ass over his crotch. Then his words sank in. “Mort’s fine?”
“Yeah. He woke up earlier. Fable went with Booker to the hospital. I told him I’d sit with you and tell you when you wake up.”
“And you couldn’t begin with that?” I scrambled off his lap. “You know how much I’ve been worried sick about him.”
“Well, given he’s a’right, I didn’t see what the hurry was.” He pushed down on his cock as he stood. “I guess I’m outta luck until I get you home.”
The last cloud of doom that’d been hanging over my head lifted. My stomach danced with excitement as I rode with Rubble in the… princess seat. When we got to the hospital, the waiting room was filled with bikers who were visiting with Mort. We were the last to arrive, but Grimm took pity on us and told us we could go in.
“Sorry, I didn’t wake you,” Fable said softly from Booker’s lap.
“It’s okay. It all worked out.”
“Awesome.”
“What worked out?” Rubble whispered in my ear.
“Boy stuff.”
He growled. “I don’t want you keeping things from me.”
“It’s no different than you keeping club secrets from me, Daddy.”
I entered the room ahead of Rubble. It was true! Mort sat in his bed, still pale, but his eyes clear. They’d taken him off intubation a few days ago, but he was still hooked up to machines that monitored things I had no idea about. Cass sat in a chair on the left of the bed, his eyes shining.
“Mort,” I breathed his name, tearing up. “You scared me.”
“Come here.” He patted the bed beside him, and I slowly walked over to him. “I hope you weren’t worried too much.”
“Of course, I was.” I blinked away hot tears. “It was all—”
“I better not hear you say it was your fault,” Mort said. “Otherwise, Rubble may need to spank that ass.”
I sniffed. “I’d actually like that, though.” A laugh startled out of Mort, replaced by a coughing fit.
“Oh hell, don’t make me laugh. I got six bullets pulled out of my chest.”
A reminder of how lucky we all were for having him with us still. “Will you have any lasting damage?”
“The doctors don’t think so, but the most important part of me works.”
“Mort!” Cass cried.
Mort chuckled. “I was talking about my brain, baby.”
“We all know damn well you weren’t talking about no brain.” Rubble came up beside me and placed an arm around me. With his other hand, he and Mort did some kind of macho handclasp. “Good to see you awake, man.”
“I can’t disagree with that.” Mort eyed me. “He been taking care of you? Treating you good?”
I smiled up at Rubble. “He’s the best.”
“Then you got your biker after all,” Mort said.
“Yeah, I did and a lot more.”
Epilogue
Miles
“Are you going to eat that?” Jamie pointed at the baked garlic potato wedges on my plate, practically salivating, although he’d eaten a huge hamburger and his fries and had an extra-large shake. It was amazing how much food he could dump inside his tiny body.
“Have at it.” I pushed the plate across the table to him while slurping on my drink. Well, it was mostly ice now, but I intended to soak up every bit of the cool moisture on this extremely warm day.
“So what are you guys bringing for the housewarming?” Cass asked, his attention on his phone. He and Mort had finally settled into their own house last week, and Jamie had insisted that we host a housewarming party.
“We’re not going to tell you,” Fable said. “It’s a surprise. How’s the move?”
“Great.” He finally glanced up from his phone and grinned. “It only took us two days to fuck in every room of the house.”
I snorted, and Jamie rolled his eyes. He threw a wedge at Cass. “Slut.”
“And that’s never gonna change,” the boy said in a singsong voice. “But seriously, the house is fucking nice, and Mort got us a Jacuzzi.”
“All kinds of freaky about to go down,” Jamie said. “Are we invited? We haven’t initiated Rubble and Miles yet?”
Three pairs of eyes stared at me, and my cheeks heated. “What are you talking about?”
“He’s talking about our communal sex,” Fable said.
“Your what?” I chuckled uneasily, uncertain if he was serious or joking. I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else but Rubble. As much as I liked these boys, Rubble would kill me if I touched anyone else. And vice versa. I’d gotten quite possessive of that man.
“We don’t swap partners or anything,” Fable said. “We just think it’s hot when our men…you know.”
No, I don’t know.
“When our men fuck us in the same room,” Jamie elaborated, and my mouth fell open. “On the same bed. Couch. Whatever. As long as we’re together when they do it.”
“You do that?”
“Yeah, we’re not prudes or anything. Sometimes we fool around and kiss and touch each other when our Daddies are watching for foreplay, but that’s all.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, trying not to show how scandalized I was at the idea. I might never reach that level of comfort where I bared my body for all the world to see again.
“I… uhm, that’s interesting,” I murmured, holding the cold glass against my warm cheeks. “I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to Daddy about it.”
“Of course,” Jamie said. “We wouldn’t want you and Rubble to do anything that doesn’t make you happy. It’s supposed to be fun, so if it’s not going to be that for you two, you should completely follow your guts. We love you anyway.”
My heart swelled inside my chest, and my eyes misted. They’d accepted me so easily into their group. It made everything, all the worry and hurt and guilt, worth it. And Jamie had been right about having each other to talk to when things got stressful and complicated dating a biker.
“I admit I wasn’t sure what to think of you guys when I just met you, but I’m glad I have you in my life.”
“Aww, we’re making him cry,” Fable teased.
“I’m not crying.”
But I was damn near to tears.
“Everything’s good between you and Rubble, right?” Cass asked me. “Because we want you to stick around.”
My whole being melted at the thought of Rubble. He was an attentive lover in the bedroom and a protective Daddy. The man didn’t allow me to go anywhere without me telling him first. Ever since Tempus had almost made a getaway with me, Rubble wanted to know where I was every minute of the day.
“Daddy’s great.”
“Look at that smile.” Jamie grinned at me. “You can tell the sex is good. Who knew Rubble had it in him?”
“Hey, he’s got plenty in him.” I flicked Jamie in the face with the moisture that beaded the outside of my glass, and he laughed, tugging at the neckline of his shirt. “Do that again. It’s so hot out today.”
“We should go.” He stuffed the last wedge into his mouth. “Rubble’s expecting us soon.”
Cass was getting another tattoo, and I couldn’t wait to see what it would be.
“Maybe you should get a tattoo too, Miles,” Cass said as we got to our feet.
I shook my head. “Uh-uh. I’m too squeamish.”
“I bet Rubble would be gentle if you ask him real nice,” Fable said.
I shoved the used food containers into the brown bag and threw it into a trash can.
“I don’t think he has any control over how much that needle stings,” I pointed out.
The two prospects who followed us barely bothered me anymore. I’d gotten so used to their presence that I sometimes forgot they were there. They didn’t go with us all the time, only when we went out together as a group—we were too easily picked out as the Reaper boys—and the bikers couldn’t protect us.
Something told me it was also for their peace of mind.
We walked from the restaurant where we’d just had lunch to the tattoo shop. My steps felt lighter, and a swarm of butterflies had been released in my gut.
As soon as I entered the shop, I scanned around, searching for Rubble. He was sprawled in a reclining chair, chatting to Spike, who was piercing a man’s eyebrow. Rubble looked up, and our eyes collided. His nostrils flared, and images of this morning flashed through my mind of waking up with Rubble’s dick inside me, thrusting lazily.
“Well, if it isn’t trouble times four,” he said loudly, his eyes still focused on me. He glanced down at his lap, and I understood his silent command. But here? In his shop? With someone else present? The man might not be his client, but he was sitting in the chair next to Rubble.
“Can you handle us?” Jamie teased.
“I just need to handle one,” Rubble said. “And I think I’ve got that part covered. Come here, baby.”
When the man talked to me like that, he could lead me straight into Lake Erie, and I would keep going, no matter the water rising to my neck. I crossed the distance between us and climbed into Rubble’s lap. His expression was one of a very pleased man. I loved putting that look on his face.
“Hey,” I said breathlessly.
He replied by kissing me, latching onto my lips and placing a wowzah, ‘I don’t know how, but I’m creaming myself’ kiss on me. When his tongue flicked inside my mouth, I let out a moan, then stiffened in his arms.
Shit, we weren’t alone.
I jerked back and glanced around. Sure enough, everyone was staring at us. Spike wolf-whistled.
“Nobody told me this is the new location for Pornhub’s studio,” Spike said, and Rubble laughed.
“Are you ready?” he asked me.
Oh heck, yes, I was ready for Rubble to take me to the room in the back, bend me over his desk, and ream me.
“Ready for what?” I licked my lips.
“You didn’t tell him yet?” Rubble set me onto my feet and stood.
“Tell me what?” I frowned at the boys, the guilty look on their faces betraying them. What harebrained idea had they hatched now? And why did I have a feeling it involved me.
“Jamie, you tell him.” Cass pushed Jamie in front of him and Fable.
“We want to officially invite you to be one of us,” Jamie said. “We’re no longer a trio but a quad, and I know we’ve said this before, but we’re really glad you can stand Rubble.”
“Hey, remember who you’re asking for a favor,” Rubble said.
“We can take him to the tattoo shop across the street too,” Jamie said.
“Like fuck you will.” Rubble straightened to his full height, slinging an arm around my waist. “No one’s tattooing my boy but me.”
How could I have forgotten how his possessiveness always made me swoonish? Like if he didn’t stop with the alpha behavior, he could bend me over in front of the client after all.
Wait…what?
I stiffened. “Did you just say a tattoo?”
“Yes,” Jamie said. “Cass, Fable, and I have one. You know, our friendship tattoo. Now we want you to have one too.”
I swallowed hard and bit my bottom lip. I was touched at the gesture, and their tattoos were pretty, but what if I couldn’t handle the pain and I made an ass of myself? In front of Rubble no less.
“Of course, this is your choice. You don’t have to get a tattoo just to be in our Reaper boys-only club.”
Rubble chuckled. “Grimm knows you’re calling it that?”
“This is my club.” Jamie paused. “I’ll tell him when he’s in a good mood. Now can we shift our focus back to Miles? Will you do it?”
“Umm.” I glanced at Rubble for help, but he held up his hands.
“Hey, I’m not messing with this boys’ club.”
“Smart man.” Cass giggled.
I let out a whoosh of breath. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Yes!”
The boys crowded around me, hugging me, and I felt so loved I would have gone along with it just to make them happy, but it was time to be brave enough to do the things that might hurt. Because at the end of the day, I knew it would be truly worth it.
Like loving the man in front of me.
“Are you sure?” Rubble asked me. “I won’t let you do it if you’re going to have regrets later.”
“No regrets.” And I meant that in more ways than one. I had absolutely no regrets about meeting him and loving him. He was the air I needed to breathe.
When the boys released me, he chucked my chin and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I promise, you’re in good hands.”
“I know.” The fear slipped away. “The best hands.”
He kissed my nose. “Let’s get started, then.”
The prep itself took longer than I’d expected, and I almost changed my mind, but I was committed now. The design was small but looked nice printed out on my ankle. So much that I stopped freaking out.
Until Rubble used his machine thingy to draw on my skin.
My fear that it would hurt hadn’t been unjustified. It did. A lot. I gasped at the first contact on my skin. I clamped my eyes shut and scrunched up my face.
Mother of all that was holy!
“You’ve got this, baby,” Rubble said. “Just give me fifteen minutes and you’ll all be good.” His reassuring words and the way he told me how good I was doing kept my butt in that chair.
I really wasn’t good. One of the boys held my hand and tried to distract me with chatter, but it didn’t work.
When he finished, Rubble wiped away all the excess ink and blood from my ankle, then gently released my leg.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmured, coming to stand by my side. He pulled me into a hug while I bawled like a baby, ashamed that everyone was witnessing me making a fool out of myself.
But I was just so happy. I had friends. I had my Daddy. And now I’d gotten my first tattoo. My only tattoo. If this minimalist design of a heart with a scythe like the one in the Reapers crest hurt so much, I didn’t want another.
“I’m sorry.” I took a shuddering breath and pulled myself together. How embarrassing for Rubble. He was a tattoo artist, and his boyfriend couldn’t even sit through a little tattoo. He had so many on him.
“What’d I tell you about apologizing?” he murmured. “You don’t ever need to.”
The oohing and aahing of the other three boys as if they didn’t have the same tattoo made warmth spread through me. They were really the best friends I could have.
“Look at it,” Cass said. “Your first tattoo. How do you feel?”
I sniffed. “Great now that it’s over.” I pouted at Rubble. “I thought Daddy’s weren’t supposed to hurt their boys.”
He kissed my temple and whispered in my ear, “But there are ways I know how to make it hurt so good. Don’t you like it, then?”
I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry as a bulge formed in my pants.
“Eeew, you two,” Cass whined. “Stop making kissy faces at each other.”
“Yeah, you can smash later,” Jamie added. “We’re admiring Miles’s tattoo. His ankle’s so pretty, so it turned out great.”
Rubble scowled at Jamie, and a giggle escaped me as I turned my attention back to the boys but all the while thinking of how much Rubble and I would smash later when we got home.
I couldn’t wait.
And I loved my new tattoo.
Totally worth the pain.
Thank You
Thanks for reading Miles High, the fourth book in the Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale series. I hope you enjoyed it. If you could spare a second to write a review on Amazon, I would greatly appreciate it. You can leave a review here. Also preorder the next book in the series Crowe’s Creed.
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank the various individuals who worked with me on this book to make it fabulous. My editors Tanja and Teresa for doing a great job as usual. Also, huge thanks to my beta readers, Irish Hill, Janet Hunt, and Mikaela Morrell. Thanks to Kate Hawthorne for fitting me in for formatting amidst her own busy schedule and Garrett Leigh for my cover design.
To all my patrons and Gems, thanks for the support over the past three years.
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