Page 9 of Jace (Wolf Rider MC Daddies #2)

Jace

I hate this place.

No surprise there.

Deep Viper territory…

Blood and smoke choke the air, the warehouse a fucking warzone.

The Iron Vipers’ stash house is a fortress of crates and steel, but we’re tearing it apart.

My brothers move like shadows—Tank with his sledgehammer fists, Razor with a pistol in each hand, me leading the charge, a Glock in one hand, a knife in the other.

The Vipers didn’t see us coming, but they’re fighting back now, bullets pinging off metal, screams cutting through the chaos.

My heart’s a drum, my blood roaring with the thrill of the fight, but it’s not the club driving me tonight. It’s him. Caleb.

That note— Keep your teacher close, or he’s next —lit a fire in me that won’t go out. They threatened my boy, and I’m gonna make them bleed for it…

The plan was simple: hit their weapons cache, cripple their supply, send a message.

But nothing’s simple in this life. And I mean nothing .

A Viper lunges from behind a crate, his blade glinting, and I dodge, slamming my fist into his jaw.

He drops, but another’s on me, his gun raised. I tackle him, my knife finding his shoulder, and he screams, blood soaking his jacket.

I don’t stop to think, don’t feel the pain when a stray bullet grazes my arm, just keep moving, my rage a living thing.

Every hit, every bullet, is for Caleb—for the fear in his eyes when he read that note, for the way he’s tied to me now, caught in my world’s crossfire.

“Jace, left!” Arch shouts, and I spin, firing at a Viper aiming from a catwalk. He falls, crashing into a stack of crates, and I push forward, my boots slick with blood and oil.

We’re winning, the Vipers scattering, but it’s not enough.

I want their leader, Crow, the bastard who thought he could threaten what’s mine. I spot him near the back, barking orders.

I’m on him before he sees me, slamming him against the wall, my forearm crushing his throat.

“You sent that note,” I growl, my voice low, deadly. “You went after the boy. You had no fucking business doing that. There’s a code.”

Crow sneers, blood on his teeth.

“Your little schoolteacher’s fair game, Wolf,” Crow spits. “You brought him into this.”

I see red, my knife pressing against his ribs.

“He’s off-limits,” I say, each word a promise. “You come near him again, I’ll gut you myself.”

Crow laughs, a wet, choking sound, but before I can finish it, Tank’s voice cuts through.

“Jace, it’s the feds! Move out!” Tank hollers.

Sirens wail in the distance—cops, probably tipped off by the gunfire, or maybe even a rat who’s turned over to them in exchange for money or a dropped charge. Now isn’t the time to wonder though. It’s very much the time to bounce.

I shove Crow away, spitting at his feet, and sprint for the exit, my brothers covering me.

A bullet clips my shoulder, pain searing through, but I keep running, the night air hitting me like a slap as we reach our bikes.

We ride hard, the roar of engines drowning out the sirens, Willow Creek’s streets a blur.

My arm’s bleeding, a shallow graze, but I’ve had worse. What hurts more is the weight in my chest, the truth I can’t shake: this life, this war, it’s gonna destroy him if I don’t change.

Caleb’s not just a fling, not just a challenge. He’s everything, and I’m done pretending I can keep him safe while I’m neck-deep in blood.

I need out—not all the way, not yet, but enough to give him a life that doesn’t end in a body bag.

I don’t know for sure how Clay will react.

Not many people leave under good terms. That’s not how we roll.

But Clay’s a good man, a Wolf of honor, one of the best men I’ve ever met.

I have a feeling he’ll be on board—and hell, he knows a thing or two about finding a boy so good it makes you question everything.

I’m about to go to the clubhouse but I get a text from one of the Riders to say that Caleb has been escorted back to his apartment—apparently this is where he feels safest, and I’m not about to debate that either.

I don’t waste a single second.

I head straight for Caleb, my bike tearing through the pre-dawn streets to his apartment.

The boy’s there, waiting, because I texted him to stay put after I left the clubhouse. The door’s barely open before he’s in my arms, his hands frantic as he checks me over, his eyes wide with fear.

“Daddy, you’re hurt,” Caleb gasps, his fingers brushing the blood on my arm, the tear in my shirt.

“I’m fine,” I say, pulling him close, my voice rough with everything I’m feeling.

Caleb’s apartment’s warm, soft, a haven from the chaos I just left. He’s in a t-shirt and shorts, and he’s never looked more beautiful, even with worry etched into his face.

“It’s over, boy. For now,” I say, my heart thumping inside my chest, a shot of pain coursing over my aching body.

Caleb pulls back, searching my eyes.

“What happened? The Vipers… did you…?”

“We hit ‘em,” I say, keeping it vague. He doesn’t need the details, the blood, the bodies. “They won’t come near you again. I made sure of it.”

Caleb’s hands tremble, but he nods, trusting me, and it’s like a knife to my gut.

He shouldn’t have to trust me with this, shouldn’t have to live with this fear. I cup his face, my thumbs brushing his cheeks, and the words spill out, raw and real.

“I’m done with the worst of it, Caleb,” I say, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “The club’s my family, but you’re my future. I’m stepping back. Whether Clay likes it or not. I’ve done my time. Less blood, less war. For you. For us.”

Caleb’s eyes widen, tears shimmering.

“Jace, you don’t have to—” Caleb says, his voice wobbling.

“I do ,” I say, cutting him off, fierce but gentle. “I love you, and I’m not losing you to this life. You’re mine, and that means I protect you, even from me.”

Caleb surges forward, kissing me, his lips desperate and hungry, and I’m lost in him, the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine.

I lift him, carrying him to the couch, our kiss deepening, my hands roaming his back, his thighs, his juicy ass, claiming every inch.

Caleb’s hands tug at my shirt, and I let him pull it off, ignoring the sting of my wounds.

“You’re mine,” I say, my hand sliding to his hip, possessive but careful, always checking his eyes for trust. “ Always .”

“Always,” Caleb whispers, his voice a vow, and we’re a tangle of need, his nails digging into my shoulders, my lips finding his again.

It’s raw, passionate, our bodies pressed close, but I hold back, keeping it from going too far.

Caleb’s giving me everything, and I’m not taking more than he’s ready for, not tonight. It’s been a lot for the boy to deal with. He might think he’s tough, but he’s not that tough.

We slow, breathless, his head resting against my chest, my arms around him.

“We can build a life together,” I say, my cock as hard as the pain shooting through my shoulder. “But I’m definitely stepping back from the Riders.”

“You mean it?” Caleb asks, his voice soft, vulnerable. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I say, kissing his forehead. “I can’t leave the club… they’re my brothers. But I’m done with the frontline shit. I’ll talk to Clay, work protection runs, logistics, something that keeps me alive for you.”

“Will Clay let you?” Caleb asks, hope in his voice.

“He won’t have a choice,” I laugh. “Me and Clay have been through some shit together. He knows I’m good on my word. And he knows that I’ll always been an ally… as long as he respects me.”

Caleb nods, his fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest, and I feel it—the shift, the choice I’ve made. It’s not easy, not clean, but it’s right.

The club’s been my life, but Caleb’s my reason now. I hold him tighter, the quiet of his apartment a stark contrast to the warehouse’s violence, and I know this is where I belong.

But even as we lie there, his heartbeat steady against mine, I can’t shake the nagging truth: the Vipers aren’t done.

That note was personal, and Crow’s still out there, licking his wounds. I’ve bought us time, but this war’s far from over.

I want to do something for the boy. And I want him to do something for me too…

“Climb on top of me,” I say, whipping off my t-shirt, trousers, and boxers, taking care with my shoulder as I move. “Naked, obviously.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Caleb giggles, removing his clothes quicker than I’ve ever seen a boy strip.

“My cock, your mouth,” I command. “And seeing as you’re a good boy, you can put your hard little dick in my mouth too.”

I watch as Caleb blushes and gets in position. He’s horny, but I can tell that he’s still a bit on the shy side when it comes to things like this.

I don’t mind, I think it’s hot.

And judging by how hard Caleb’s dick is before it’s even entered my mouth, I can guess that he thinks it’s pretty damn hot too.

I grunt my approval as Caleb quickly licks, tongues, and grips my dick before swallowing it down.

“Good boy,” I growl, teasing Caleb’s balls with my tongue before pulling him down closer and taking his smaller but hard cock in my mouth too.

Less than ten seconds later and the pair of us are working in perfect unison with one another.

Cal’s sucking, slurping, and gagging on my slab of meat and I’m taking Cal whole in my mouth while also rubbing my wet fingers around his ass hole, plunging them inside and making him gargle and splutter his moans of pleasure.

And it’s not too long before we both build to our climaxes, Caleb shooing his load first and filling my mouth with his hot, salty seed.

I swallow it all down and thrust my crotch deeper still into his mouth, my legs stiffening and my ass squeezing as I cum long and hard, draining myself and letting go of all my stress.

“OMG, that was… hot,” Caleb says, finally rolling off me, traces of my cum on either side of his mouth. “OMG! Your shoulder!”

I look to my side and see that my wound is bleeding. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough that it needs seeing to again.

“Come on, I’ll sort you out, Daddy,” Caleb says.

The boy’s an angel. An angel who can suck cock like a devil.

And speaking as a down and dirty Wolf Rider, I’m all there for it…