Page 13 of Finding Jeremy
“Stay here,” he barked on the way to the bedroom door, trusting Jeremy to listen. There would be consequences if he didn’t. He reached Chaos’ side as the man undid the bolt before unlocking the door, a baseball bat in one hand, held just out of sight. Chaos glanced over his shoulder at Gray before peering through the curtain to see who the hell was outside, a grumbled curse spilling from his lips.
“Who is it?” Gray asked.
“Reggie,” Chaos declared as he yanked the door open.
With how loud and intense the knocking had been, Gray had half expected there to be a cop on the other side, not one of their club brothers, who owned a house and metalworking shop several miles away.
“What the fuck, Reggie?” Gray grumbled.
“Ran out of gas out by the curve,” Reggie said. “It was easier to push it here than to my place.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you call, and I’ve had driven over with a can?” Chaos growled as he reached for the shed keys by the door. “There’s not a lot in it but there’s more than enough to get you home.”
“I forgot my phone when I left for work this morning,” Reggie explained. “Sorry for waking you guys.”
Chaos just grumbled and slid his feet into a pair of sneakers. “Shocked you haven’t left your head somewhere with the way you’ve been losing shit lately.”
“Tess is pregnant again,” Reggie muttered. “It was the last thing either of us expected at her doctor’s visit, consideringJamie and Bodi are about to turn fifteen. Doubt I even remember how to change a diaper.”
“You better remember quick,” Gray grumbled, running a hand through his hair.
“No shit,” Reggie replied.
“I’ve got this,” Chaos said, glancing back to catch Gray’s eye. “Go the fuck to bed.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Gray said as he turned and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass of Chaos’ infamous orange lemonade and leaning against the counter to drink it.
He couldn’t imagine being in Reggie’s shoes, about to have another kid when you were still getting the hang of parenting teenagers. Riding at night alone, forgetting to check the gas gauge, and leaving his cell phone behind, the behavior was concerning. Over the years, he and Chaos had lost a lot of friends to accidents, substance abuse, and stupidity. Reggie was a good dude who’d always been faithful to his queen and present in his boys’ lives. The last thing Gray would ever want was to see something happen to him. Seemed like it was as good a time as reach out, see if Reggie wanted to just go for a ride in the hills and vent a little whenever they paused for a break. Just being an ear for someone could make all the difference in the world.
Mind made up, he decided to call him in the morning, see when he had some free time, gas up their bikes, and take a long, twisting ride to nowhere. For now, sleep would be nice, though he’d probably be kicking himself in a few hours for draining that glass at this hour. Shit went down smoothly, though he was curious to see how it would taste with a splash of tequila or rum tossed in.
Another thing to explore tomorrow.
He washed the glass and added it to the strainer since the rest of the dishes had already been cleaned. Then he headed back to his bedroom, only to groan when he reached the door.
There was Jeremy, sprawled out like a starfish again, goddammit to fucking hell. If he’d been awake, Gray would have said to hell with it and fucked the little shit through the mattress; at least then he wouldn’t have been able to move. Now, he got to try his hand at what he was sure was going to become a regular game of rearrange the starfish onto one side of the bed and hope he didn’t get elbowed in the head before he could wrap him in blankets and hold him.
The funny thing was he knew he’d enjoy it too. Every goddamned squirmy moment of it.
Chapter 6
(Jeremy)
“You’ve got one more squirm, one more, and I’m stripping you naked and fucking you until you’re walking bowlegged for the next week!”
Waking up to a sexy voice growling in his ear skyrocketed to the top of Jeremy’s list of favorite ways to be woken up. Knowing they had nowhere to be today made it even better. The icing on the cake was that he was no longer filled with disappointment over not being able to take part in The Gauntlet.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” he muttered as he slowly, deliberately squirmed again, making sure to brush his backside over a very happy part of Gray’s anatomy just to see how the man would respond.
“That’s it!” Gray snarled, jerking the blankets off them with a swiftness that made Jeremy’s head spin.
Cold air invaded what had been a warm space, and instead of sticking around to see how things were going to turn out, Jeremy bolted for the bathroom with Gray bellowing after him to hurry the hell up, that he’d needed to piss for the last hour only to be trapped against a wiggly, squirmy bundle of temptation.
Chuckling, Jeremy emptied his bladder, washed his hands, and opened the door to see Gray standing on the other side with a heated look in his eyes.
“You better fuckin’ be naked when I get back to the room,” Gray snarled as he rushed past him into the bathroom.
Like he needed to be told twice.
