The closet door opened, and Grimm stepped out, holding up a transparent garment bag.
“I can’t believe you still have this.”
“Grimm, don’t…”
I trailed off. He was already doing it anyway. He unzipped the bag and removed the dress my whimsical heart had latched on to for prom. Letting the garment bag fall away to the floor, he lifted the dress, then draped it over his arm, eyeing the details of the flower beading sewn so intricately to the bodice.
“He should have allowed you to wear it,” he said, his eyes shifting from the dress to me.
I shrugged like it didn’t matter to me anymore. “He was probably right. The other kids would have made fun of me.”
“We both know you never gave a damn who laughed at you. The boy who walked into my bar a week ago, his ass cheeks hanging out of his shorts, still doesn’t give a damn. It was wrong of him to try to stifle who you are.”
“And you’ve never done that,” I said, closing the distance between us quickly. “You’ve never cared that I’m unconventional. In fact, you supported me through it all. I kept the dress because you bought it for me, and even when you pushed me away and I had doubts about how you truly felt about me, I would take one look at that dress and know you did care.”
He held up the dress to my chest. “I’ve always cared. Do you still have the shoes too? I want you to wear them for me one day.”
I smiled, taking the dress from him. “Where, oh where did my tough biker Daddy go? You’re a big smoosh right now.”
“You don’t want to bring out the biker right now, Half-Way,” he growled at me. “How much time do you have before you go to work?”
I squinted at the clock on the bedside table. “I have another six hours to spare. Why?” I perked up, pushing a hand beneath his worn shirt. I found crinkly tight curls of hair and rubbed my fingers through the thickness. “I can think of a thing or two we can do to pass the time.”
He kissed my nose and stepped away. “Me too. Like getting Kade over here to set up a better surveillance system around the parameter of the house.”
“So no sex?” I persisted.
“Your safety first,” he replied. “Go take a shower. I’ll call Kade, then make you something to eat while we wait on him to get here. He set up the security features on the compound.”
“Nice, but I don’t think Dad will appreciate this.”
“All he needs to do is appreciate that you’re safe. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
I should probably stop him and ask him to leave. My father would have both of our hides if he found out I’d brought Grimm into his house. He’d just spoken to me about keeping Grimm out, but I had six hours before another stressful shift at the hospital. I hadn’t but glimpsed him in the past few days, and I already felt reenergized just by having him around.
Left alone in the bedroom, I went to the bathroom and took care of my needs. Grimm knew fully well that my routine was always a shower after waking up. I never quite felt like myself until after a shower. A long one.
Despite hurrying, I still took up quite some time in the bathroom, and Grimm must have lost his patience. One minute I was washing all the suds from my body, and the next the glass door slid open. I turned, startled. Grimm stood there, deliciously naked. That man looked good in his leathers, but he was a god when naked. He could have been taken straight out of a leaf of Michelangelo’s sketch pad and had life breathed into him.
“You were taking too long,” he remarked, smirking at the way I shamelessly ogled his naked form. He stepped into the shower and slid the glass enclosure back into place.
“But now I’m going to take even longer,” I murmured, curling my fingers into my palms to prevent myself from reaching out for the semi-erectness of his cock.
“I was counting on that,” he replied, and just a shift from him brought him right next to me. “I’ve already made you breakfast, and Kade’s puttering around, putting up the security cameras. Gives us enough playtime to fuck around.”
I moaned, no longer fighting the urge to touch him. I traced from his collarbone to his left nipple enhanced by the ring. “These are so sexy. They make my mouth water.”
“Well, don’t just stand there,” he said and placed his hands on my wet hips. “You know just how Daddy loves being pleased by his boy.”
I didn’t need any further encouragement from Grimm. He pulled me up in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as the water from the showerhead cascaded over us. His lips came down on mine, and I cupped the back of his head, threading my fingers through the lush mane of his hair as I allowed him to devastate me with his kisses. He turned and pressed me against the door, the glass cool on my back. He ran his hands down my sides, squeezing and tracing every bit of flesh he could touch.
“Fuck, you feel so good in my arms,” he murmured against my lips. “So petite and dainty. Yet you fuck me so well.”
His words only turned me on more. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, delighted at the guttural sound he emitted. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I leaned back against the glass, giving in to his lips on my flesh, sucking on my skin, nipping and licking.
“So perfect,” he mumbled as though for himself more than for me. “So beautiful. All this pale skin belonging to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “I’m all yours.”
His hands gripped my ass and squeezed the flesh apart. He kissed back up my neck, traveling the line of my jaw up to my ear. He sucked the lobe, then licked the shell of my ear.
“One day, I want to fuck you,” he told me, His hands crept closer, and a finger prodded between my cheeks, teasing my hole, rubbing over the tight entrance. “I want to slide my cock inside your tight heat and come inside you. Would you like that?”
I shivered in his arms and blinked at him. “You want to?”
He raised his head and met my gaze. “Unless you don’t want to. It won’t be often, but from time to time, I may want to be buried deep inside my boy.”
“I only want to please you,” I told him. “If being inside me will do that, then I won’t object. I admit, I kind of love being inside you, though.”
He chuckled, head swooping down to kiss me. “Good, because I love you being inside me. You’ve got a thick cock on you, boy. Just the sort of thing to please your Daddy.”
“Then let me down so I can please you, Daddy Grimm. I love the way I make you feel.”
He released his tight hold on me, and I slid down his gorgeous hairy body, which rubbed deliciously against my hairless one. I straightway found those nipples that had been enticing me since he’d stepped into the shower. I teased them one by one, taking my time and evenly distributing my tongue and teeth to thoroughly take care of them.
Eventually, Grimm tugged on my hair. “We don’t have all day, and your breakfast is getting cold.”
I released his nipple and the ring reluctantly, stroking his hairy stomach. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Daddy.”
“Go down on me, boy. I’m so fucking tight that’s all I need right now to come.”
“I know just what to do. Turn around.”
I had him face the glass with his broad back and round firm ass toward me. I tried to control my breathing but gave up, my panting filling the bathroom. My heart beat hard in my chest as I picked up the special mild soap I bought especially for keeping clean. I squirted a coin-sized amount into my hand and reached for Grimm’s hairy ass. He clenched, then released, spreading his legs as he leaned forward, resting his forehead on the glass pane.
Slowly I washed him, using my fingers to play with his hole, teasing him into anticipation until he was groaning.
“Fuck, Jamie, will you get on with it?” he growled at me.
“I want to make it good for you.” I eased back and increased the water pressure so the stream hit his back and pooled down his spine between his cheeks. Perfect. Setting myself directly behind him, I went on my knees and spread his cheeks ap
art. The water rushed over his crack and splashed onto my tongue.
Fuck yes.
The stimulation of the water sluicing over his pucker and my tongue lapping at him made me greedy for more. I wasn’t the only one. He reached behind him, gripped the back of my head as I stuck my tongue out, and he rode it just like the last time we’d done this.
“Oh fuck,” Grimm groaned, his ass moving up and down. “That feels so good. Grab Daddy’s cock, baby boy.”
I did what he asked, sliding my hand between his legs until I had him by the dick. His hips moved slowly at first as he thrust into my fist, then rocked back against my tongue. His groans grew louder, my hand moved faster, and my tongue licked deeper from his taint to his hole, circling and sucking at his puckered flesh.
I nearly drowned myself with the spray of water, but at the goose bumps covering his flesh and his harsh breathing, I didn’t dare step away from him even for a second to reduce the shower spray. I continued pumping him, and when he released my head and pinched his nipples, I watched his reflection in the glass.
“Ah, baby, fuck, Jamie,” he babbled as his body stiffened. I stroked him harder from tip to base. His cock jerked and throbbed in my hand as he gushed his seed over my hand and onto the floor of the shower. I kept pumping him until he sagged against the wall.
I squeezed his cheeks, pressed another kiss to his hole, and rose to my feet. My neglected cock was painfully erect, almost at the point of bursting. Grimm turned, his eyes dropping to my erection. I’d never really thought about my dick before, whether it was good enough or average. He licked his lips as he fisted my dick and stroked down my girth. I hissed, the sensation overwhelming.
“Come here.” He grasped me by the thighs and pulled me toward him. “Daddy’s got to take care of his boy.”
Seeing the huge, powerful biker on his knees before me, wrapping his lips around my dick, humbled me close enough to tears. He worked his lips down my length, taking as much of me as he could. He released me and traced the prominent vein with his tongue, rubbed his lips over the underside of my cock, then popped me back into his mouth. I pressed both my hands to his shoulders, unable to prevent my hips from thrusting back and forth.
“Oh my God, Daddy,” I moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh fuck. Feels so good. I can’t—It’s—Oh my Goooooood!”
I strangled the last word in my throat as I jerked, trying to pull back at the magnitude of the climax burning through my gut. He didn’t let me but kept me inside his mouth as the first ripple of my climax shattered through me. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips, spread, sucking up my climax, his throat working as he swallowed. It could have been one drop or a stream. I had no way of telling when he took it all down without missing a drop.
Unlike him, my legs could not sustain me when the spasms stopped. Drained, I allowed myself to melt into his arms. He held on to me while I clung to him, shaking.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, did you say you made me breakfast? I’m not sure I can remember anything but the last what?… Thirty minutes?”
The sound of his laugh rumbled from his chest. “It was more like ten minutes, but yeah, I’ll claim it was thirty.”
“Well, I’m starving.”
He rose with me in his arms. “Then let’s wash up and go down to eat and check how much progress Kade has managed in our fake thirty minutes.”
My lips stretched wide from my grin. “The best fake thirty minutes of my life.”
Chapter Sixteen
Grimm
Taking a long drag from the thin stalk of the cigarette held between my lips, I expelled the smoke through my nostrils. Wisps of smoke interfered with my vision, but still I kept my eyes trained on the main entrance of the hospital building. I was restless for Jamie to get off his shift tonight. I’d promised him I would pick him up, so he didn’t have to hitch a ride with the nurse who usually took him home. What he ultimately needed was a car to get around, and I was working on it, but for now, he could expect me or one of my brothers to pick him up from his late-night shifts.
Leaning against my motorcycle, I scanned the small hospital, noticing the constant movement of people in and out of the building. None of the faces that emerged from the entrance matched Jamie’s delicate features. I checked my watch. Fifteen minutes had already passed since his shift ended. Enough time for him to get his stuff so we could hightail it out of there.
Hospitals made my stomach queasy. They were so impersonal with all the blinding white, the clean smell that still managed to leave a bad taste in your mouth, and doctors pretending to care when they actually didn’t.
The front door of the hospital swung open, and two people exited together. I straightened up when I immediately picked out Jamie talking to the woman at his side. From the animated way he moved his hands, they were deep into whatever they were discussing. He even stopped and turned to her. She said something to him, which prompted the lyrical sound of his laughter.
I dropped the remainder of the cigarette onto the asphalt and ground it out with the heel of my boot. Never taking my eyes off Jamie, I drank him in, looking so smart in his white coat. So unlike the boy who had thrown himself at me relentlessly all these years. Nothing at all like the boy who’d strutted into my bar, wearing heels and shorts that had his ass cheeks hanging out.
I always knew there was a more serious side to him. He had aced high school, and medical school had been more of the same for him. When Joel had been failing in some subjects, Jamie had tutored him to B’s instead of his customary D’s.
I had been waiting longer for him than I’d thought I would, but I didn’t try to gain his attention. I observed the woman he spoke with, an attractive woman named Erica. I knew enough about her from my own investigations and not just what Jamie had told me. He hung out with her a lot, and I needed to know he was in good company.
As he continued speaking to the woman, Jamie’s eyes roved the parking lot, his face drooping. Then he spotted me, and his whole face lit up. That gorgeous smile of his made my fucking heart trip over itself.
Jamie waved to me. At his action, Erica turned and peered at me. Several feet remained between us but not that many for it to pose a problem for her to spot me. I pretended not to notice her jaw dropping or the way she blatantly stared me up and down, sizing me up. I was already used to such a reaction from people that it no longer bothered me in the least. Usually, they first noticed my bulky frame before they took in the cut.
Whatever Jamie said to her—and based on this being Jamie, it was possibly something completely inappropriate—she assessed me once more and fanned her face. He took her by the arm, and together they marched toward me. I braced myself, never sure what Jamie was up to.
“Hey, biker boyfriend!” Jamie greeted. He released his friend and threw himself at me. I knew better than to think he would temper the PDA because we had an audience. Instead of leaving him hanging, I humored him by lowering my head enough for him to wrap his arms around my neck.
“Hey there, Doc, you had a good day?”
He sighed. “Who cares? The night’s going to be better.”
His friend made a strangled sound, but before I could pull back to formally introduce myself to her, Jamie kissed me, tongue sneaking into my mouth. An electric charge shot straight to my cock, and I pulled away, unwinding his arms from my neck before I got too sucked in to stop.
“Shouldn’t you introduce your friend?” I asked Jamie, surprised at how out of breath I sounded from such a short kiss. Damn, he’s really gotten under my skin. In the words of Zak, how could a slip of a guy half my size affect me this way?
“What friend?” Erica quipped, grinning at us widely. “Don’t mind me at all. I’m just enjoying the show.”
“Perv,” Jamie remarked good-naturedly, but he did step back and placed an arm around her shoulders. “This is Erica, who’s been giving me lifts after work. I swear she’s going to get tired of me one of these days.”
The way she ran her gaze over my cut made it obvious what she was referring to.
“Nice to meet you.” I gave her a smile and shook her hand, pleased Jamie had a friend who took one look at me and didn’t turn tail and run. “I owe you one for taking care of him.”
“What can I say? He’s a good gossip buddy.”
Jamie groaned, releasing Erica. “That’s not all I’m good for. Dr. Collier actually told me ‘good job’ today. I think I’ve thawed him out.”
She chuckled. Even while she spoke to Jamie, she kept looking at me. “Don’t be fooled. That man’s heart was carved from stone, and there’s no thawing that out.”
“He’s not that bad. Sometimes.”
“Just don’t let your guard down.” She ruffled his hair affectionately. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow. I need to go home to my baby. It was nice meeting you, Grimm.”
“Nice to meet you, Erica.”
“I’ll walk her to her car,” Jamie stated, and I nodded, pleased at his offer.
They crossed the driveway and walked the short distance to a gray Volkswagen. I noticed the way Jamie held the door for her and stood back, waiting for her to drive away. He was a perfect gentleman, doing the things for her that I’d always reinforced in both him and Joel. He might not be attracted to women, but there was no excuse for not doing the little things that mattered.
At first, he had been resistant because of his mother’s abandonment, which was all the more reason I felt happy seeing firsthand his friendship with Erica. She seemed like a mother figure to him, and although he no longer talked about it, he longed for that closeness.
I’d done my best by both him and Joel, but like no one could replace a decent father, no love was like a mother’s. I knew that well enough because of my close relationship with my mother. She had kept the secret of my sexuality for as long as she had been alive, never breathing a word of it to anyone—especially my dad.
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