Page 7 of Jace (Wolf Rider MC Daddies #2)

Jace

The Wolf Rider clubhouse smells like gun oil and rage.

The air’s thick with it, the kind of tension that comes before blood gets spilled. We’re packed into the bunker room, the long table scarred from years of fists and knives, the wolf skull emblem glaring down from the wall.

Clay sits at the head, his face hard as stone, while my brothers—Arch, Razor, and the rest—lean forward, eyes sharp, ready for war.

The Iron Vipers hit one of our shipments last night, jacked a crate of guns and left one of our prospects bleeding out. It’s a declaration, a middle finger, and Clay wants payback.

I should be all in, my blood pumping for the fight, but my head’s somewhere else. It’s with him. Caleb.

I’m slouched in my chair, my mind replaying that night in his apartment—his soft skin, his moans, the way he trusted me even with that crash outside shaking him up.

I’ve never felt like this, like someone’s reached into my chest and rearranged everything.

The boy is under my skin, in my blood, and it’s fucking with me.

I’m an enforcer, loyal to the club, built for violence and chaos. But every time I think of him—those hazel eyes, that quiet fire—I want something else. Something I don’t even know how to name.

And when Caleb called me Daddy… it kind of sealed the deal.

“Jace,” Clay barks, snapping me out of it. “You with us, or you somewhere else?”

I straighten, meeting his glare.

“I’m here,” I say, my voice steady, but Razor’s smirking like he knows where my head’s at. The fucker’s too perceptive for his own good.

Clay lays out the plan—a retaliatory strike on a Viper stash house, quick and brutal.

“We hit ‘em hard,” Clay says, his voice like gravel. “Show those bastards they don’t fuck with us.”

Nods and grunts ripple around the table, but my gut twists. This isn’t just a hit. It’s escalation, the kind that ends with bodies in the ground.

And the deeper I get into this war, the more I’m dragging Caleb into danger. That crash outside his place wasn’t random. I feel it in my bones—the Vipers are watching, and he’s on their radar because of me.

That shit ain’t right.

I can’t allow it.

Not for Caleb, he’s an innocent…

The meeting wraps, and I’m out the door before anyone can pull me into bullshit banter.

I need air, need to clear my head, but more than that, I need him.

My bike’s a blur through Willow Creek’s streets, the night air biting my face, and before I know it, I’m at his apartment again.

It’s late, past one, but his light’s on, and I know he’s up. He’s been like that since the clubhouse, restless, like he’s as tangled up in this as I am.

I knock, softer than I mean to, and he opens the door, his eyes wide behind his glasses…

“Jace,” he says, his voice a mix of relief and worry. “What’s wrong?”

I step inside, shutting the door, and pull him into my arms without a word. He fits against me, warm and perfect, and for a second, I just breathe him in.

“I needed to see you,” I say, my voice rough, raw. “Shit’s going down with the club, and I… I needed you.”

He pulls back, searching my face, his hands on my chest. “What kind of shit?” he asks, and there’s fear in his eyes, but also that fire, like he’s ready to face it with me.

I hesitate, my instinct to protect him warring with the truth.

But the boy deserves to know, at least enough to understand what he’s in for.

“The Vipers,” I say, my jaw tight. “They’re hitting us, and it’s gonna get ugly. That crash the other night? Might’ve been them. Watching us. Watching you .”

His breath catches, and I hate the fear I see flicker across his face.

“Me?” he whispers. “W-w-w-w-why me?”

“Because you’re with me,” I say, cupping his face, my thumbs brushing his cheeks. “And I’m not letting them touch you, Caleb. I swear it. But I need you to know… I’m in deep with you. Deeper than I’ve ever been. And it’s scaring the shit out of me.”

His eyes soften, and he leans into my touch, his hands gripping my wrists.

“I’m scared too,” he admits, his voice trembling but honest. “But I’m in this too, Jace. I don’t know how to stop.”

That’s all I need.

I kiss him, hard and desperate, pouring everything into it—my fear, my need, my fucking heart. He kisses me back, his hands sliding under my shirt, his nails grazing my skin, and it’s like a match to gasoline.

I lift him, his legs wrapping around my waist, and carry him to the bedroom, kicking the door shut. The room’s small, all soft blankets and books, a world so different from mine, but right now, it’s ours.

“You’re mine, boy,” I say, my voice low, commanding, letting my Daddy Dom side take over. “Every inch of you. Say it.”

“I’m yours Daddy,” he breathes, his eyes dark with want, and it’s like a vow.

I kiss him again, slower, guiding him, my hand sliding under his shirt, finding the softness around his waist. He arches into me, his breath hitching as I trail kisses down his neck, my teeth grazing his pulse.

“Good boy,” I murmur, and he moans, a soft, needy sound that drives me wild.

I’m careful, though, keeping my touch firm but not pushing too far. He’s giving himself to me, trusting me, and I’m not gonna fuck that up by going too hard too fast.

My hand slides to his thigh, teasing the edge of his shorts, and I feel him tremble, his hands clutching my shoulders.

“Jace,” he whispers, his voice a plea, and I pull back, searching his eyes. “I know I said I wanted this before. But…”

“Go on,” I say, ready to back off.

“I want it even more now,” Caleb says, a nervous giggle at the end of his sentence.

I smile and nod. The boy knows what he wants. And he’s going to get it too…

In a flurry of movement and limbs, the pair of us strip naked, our hard cocks clashing up against one another as we intertwine our bodies, making them one.

Caleb might be smaller than me, but I can tell by the way that his hands are grabbing at my ass and back that this is a boy who isn’t afraid of some rough and tumble in the heat of the moment.

However if Caleb thinks that he can be in charge of things, he’s got another thing coming…

“Open for Daddy,” I growl, moving myself so that my legs are either side of Caleb’s shoulders as he lies flat on his back. “Suck Daddy’s cock. And that’s an order.”

Caleb’s eyes widen as I hinge my body forward and present my rock-hard cock for his wet, wide open mouth. And Caleb doesn’t hesitate to take each and every inch, even as he coughs and splutters toward the base.

“Now hold still, I’m going to use your mouth,” I say, my voice low and full of serious intent. “And you better do a good job or you’ll be over my lap for another spanking, boy.”

I lean forward and take my own body weight under my arms and begin to thrust my cock in and out of Caleb’s wet mouth, his tongue working overtime as I thrust.

The look in Caleb’s eyes tells me everything I need to know too. The boy is a natural submissive, eager to please his Daddy Dom. But as tempting as it would be to finish inside his hungry mouth, I know that I need to hold off and give Caleb everything tonight.

“Enough,” I grunt, pulling my long, thick, wet cock out of Caleb’s mouth and gripping the boy by his hips and flipping him onto his front. “Daddy wants teacher’s ass now.”

“Fuck. Yes. Do it,” Caleb replies, his cheeks red and his eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and anticipation as he arches his head back toward me. “Make me yours. All the way. I need you inside me. There’s some stuff, just over there.”

Caleb nods at a nearby drawer and I bound over and pull a pot of translucent lube out of it and make my way back to the boy with no delay.

“Spread them,” I bark, watching with delight as Caleb plants his face in a pillow and reaches back to spread his juicy ass cheeks for me. “Good boy. Daddy’s going to get you nice and ready, don’t you worry about that.”

As I gradually work my lubed fingers inside Caleb’s tight but willing ass, I can see and hear how much he’s into this. He might be used to giving out the orders and instructions in class, but Caleb is a natural submissive when it comes to sex.

The deeper and wider I work my fingers, the more Caleb begins to bounce back on them, evidently more than ready for something altogether bigger and thicker in his thoroughly well prepared ass.

But whether Caleb can take my slab of Daddy manhood is another question altogether…

Caleb lets out a low, guttural moan as I begin to push my throbbing dick head up against his hole, and slowly but surely I feel him accommodate me.

“All good, boy?” I ask, easing myself in deeper.

“All good, hell yeah,” Caleb says, his back muscles looking impressive for a smaller guy as I work my way all the way inside him. “Don’t hold back, Daddy. I can handle it.”

I grip Caleb tighter and begin to thrust. Back and forth, his cheeks clapping in time with me, I’m going to give him everything he wants, and more.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Caleb hollers, now bouncing back in time with my thrusts, the two of us working together and pushing one another to go harder, faster, deeper. “Daddy! I’m going to…”

I almost laugh as I see the expression of pure animalistic lust on Caleb’s face as he turns his head and groans in ecstasy as he cums.

And seeing Caleb so thoroughly and unselfconsciously into what I’m doing to him is enough to bring on my climax too.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it, just one… more… fuck,” I roar, bringing myself off and pumping my hot, thick seed deep inside Caleb.

I continue to thrust until every last drop is out, and I can tell from Caleb’s soft, blissful groans that he’s appreciating it too.

As I pull out of Caleb and collapse next to him, we lock hands.

Now isn’t the time for talking. We both know what just happened, how connected we were in the moment. All we need to do now is lie together, soak it up, and feel the post orgasmic bliss ride over us for as long as we can…

I’m dozing, but suddenly I’m brought back into the real world.

“Fuck,” I grumble. “That damn phone.”

I curse again, pick up my cell phone and read the message:

RAZOR: Vipers moving. Get to the clubhouse. Now.

“Fuck,” I mutter, shoving the phone in my pocket. Caleb sits up, his eyes wide, and I hate the worry I see in his beautiful face. “I gotta go,” I say, my voice tight. “Club emergency.”

“Is it bad?” The boy asks, still a little dreamy after sex, but I know he’ll soon be thinking of the Vipers, the crash, the danger I’m pulling him into.

“Bad enough,” I say, honest but gentle. I cup his face, kissing him softly. “I’ll be back, boy. Stay here, lock the door, and don’t open it for anyone but me. Okay?”

He nods, but his hands cling to me, like he’s afraid to let go.

“Be careful, Daddy,” he whispers, and it’s like a knife in my chest.

“I will,” I say, meaning it, but the truth is, I don’t know if I can promise that.

The club’s my life, my family, but Caleb’s becoming something bigger, something I can’t lose.

I kiss him one more time, then grab my shirt and head for the door, the weight of my jacket heavy on my shoulders.

As I step into the night, the roar of my bike waiting, I feel it—the pull of two worlds tearing me apart.

The club’s calling for blood, but Caleb’s calling for my heart. And for the first time, I’m not sure which one I’ll choose…