Biker Stepbrother - The Complete Series (Parts 1, 2, and 3) (7 page)

He stared at my breasts, making no bones about trying to hide the fact. I knew by the feel of his bulging cock that he wanted to fuck me just as much as I wanted to fuck him.

I wasn’t sure what came over me in that moment, but something about lying next to the boy who’d protected me, who was officially all grown up and a hot mess of leather and muscles and tattoos, made me hotter than Hell from the inside out. I couldn’t fight it any longer. When I looked into his eyes, I didn’t see my stepbrother. I saw a grown man with the kind of physical equipment that could rock my world in 2.5 seconds if he’d just give in.

“Please, Gray,” I begged once more. “We’re both adults here. Fuck me.”

“We have a past,” he said, his eyes still on my tits. His hands flexed and then balled into tight fists as if he were mentally restraining himself. “It’d be wrong.”

“You said you found me sexy.” I pouted my bottom lip out and traced a finger down between the small crevice between my breasts.

“You’re not going to like what I do to you,” he said. I could hear him swallow, and I could only imagine the angel and devil fighting in his head, trying to tell him what to do. “A lot’s happened in the last ten years. I’ve become a hardened man, baby. I’m not the loving kind.”

I reached my hand out and placed it on his bare chest, over the tattoo of an angel wing that spanned over his shoulder. “Now that’s not true. You’ve always loved me.”

He nodded but said nothing. I scooted in closer to him, slowly leaning in as if I were being drawn like a magnet. I pressed my lips against his, tasting him in a carnal way for the first time in our lives.

“You sure you want this?” he asked.

“More than anything.” I returned to kissing him, our tongues dancing and flicking as his hands found my body in the dark night of the cold hotel room. His kisses became hungry. Greedy. Almost needy. It was almost as if he’d been starved for love his entire life and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

I tugged his boxer briefs down and dropped them onto the floor before he pressed me back into the soft mattress and flung the covers off the bed. It was just me, Gray, our naked bodies, and a hot mess of sheets and pillows. His lips, warm and pillowed, pressed into the flesh of my neck before working their way down. He stopped at my breasts and took a pert nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and then tickled it with his tongue to soothe the pain before biting it gently with his teeth. Pleasure mixed with pain seared through me, and before I realized it, his hands were already down between my thighs. I spread my legs wide apart and drew in a long, slow breath as his fingers slipped between my folds and entered my deepest parts.

A faint sigh released from my lips as he slipped a single finger inside me followed by another while his thumb pressed and circled around my clit. Electric waves coursed through my body like a preview of what was to come. Never in a million years did I ever imagine my stepbrother would be making me feel so sexy and naughty, taking my body to places I never thought I could reach.

Gray splayed my legs as far apart as they would go, stretching them almost painfully, but my body was so hot with desire I barely felt the pain. His mouth found my wet pussy as his fingers dug deep into my thighs. His tongue lapped up my arousal as his nose rubbed against my nub. He wasn’t shy about it, and he ate it about like a man eating his last supper on the day of his death sentence.

“Fuck me, Gray…” the words escaped my mouth in a whispered tone. “Please. I want you inside me…”

Gray stopped licking me and sat up on his knees, reaching forward and grabbing me by the arm and pulling me up. He flipped me over and pulled my ass into the air.

“You sure you wanna be fucked?” he asked as he slapped my air. I could feel the rush of warmth to the place on my flesh where his palm had whacked me.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

The bed rustled and dipped as he reached down onto the ground. A light rustling of plastic and the smack of rubber told me he’d sheathed himself. I took a deep breath and braced myself. Judging by what I’d felt earlier, Gray was going to feel monstrous inside me.

I swallowed the anticipation resting in my throat as soon as the head of his thick cock pressed against my entrance from behind. He placed himself inside me slowly, inch by inch, almost torturing me with a cocktail of pleasured pain, and I quietly wished he’d just get on with it. I wanted to feel him – all of him – as deep inside me as possible. I’d been empty for so long, and all I wanted was to feel connected. Loved. I’d missed it.

I’d missed him…

Gray’s hands braced on my hips as one hard thrust placed the rest of him inside me, almost balls deep. He grunted, releasing a meaty sigh as his hips bucked wildly behind me.

I wanted to moan and sign and scream out with each painful thrust, but the hurt and ache of having someone so huge take me from behind was soon replaced with a euphoric intensity I forced my body to succumb to.

His right hand reached around my hip, massaging my clit as he continued to thrust. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to face him. Stare into his eyes. But I was quickly reminded of the fact that Gray Daughtry doesn’t make love. He fucks. I’d agreed to this. I’d agreed to being fucked like a dog and letting him use my body in ways I’d never allowed anyone else to before.

Holden was the only other man I’d ever slept with before, and screwing him was nothing short of vanilla. We’d undress ourselves. Crawl under the covers. Touch each other for a minute or so. Then he’d climb over top of me and fuck me in the missionary position until he came a few minutes later. The only orgasms I’d ever experienced were the ones I’d given myself when I was alone.

Ripples and shockwaves soared through me with each plunge, and I found myself wanting Gray to take me harder and faster. I opened my mouth to say something, but it was as if he’d read my mind. His hips slapped against my ass cheeks as he pistoned himself inside and outside of me over and over, harder and faster. I could fight it no more. My fingers gripped the sheets as he shoved my head into the pillow, releasing himself inside me and collapsing on top of me.

Weighted down by Gray’s body, small quivering earthquakes consumed every nerve of my spent body. I turned my face to the side, gasping for air. Hair fell into my face, tickling me.

“You weren’t kidding,” I panted.

Gray rolled off of me, and I watched as his tatted chest rose and fell while he stared up at the ceiling. His still hardened cock was laying to the side, and I couldn’t believe when I saw that it reached halfway down the length of his thigh.

That was just inside me?!

I reached down and tugged the covers up, but Gray stopped me.

“No,” he said. “I want to look at you. God, you’re beautiful, Everly.”

I wanted him to kiss me. Instead his eyes drank me in from head to toe, stopping on my most private bits and lingering.

“You’re a woman now,” he mused. “Not a little kid anymore.”

I drew my knee up, exposing my moist arousal as his hand immediately reached to feel me once again. My heart leapt as his fingers tickled my hypersensitive clit.

“And you’re all man,” I said, my eyes dropping to his cock. I tried to imagine what he’d taste like, though I had a feeling I’d get a chance to find out soon enough.

“You okay with what just happened?” he asked, brows raised as our eyes met for the first time since we fucked.

I bit my lip and nodded. “Very okay with it.”

He grabbed the blankets and sheets and covered us up, extending his muscled arm as an invitation for me to cuddle up to him.

“I’m not a cuddler,” he said. “Just so you know.”

“People change,” I whispered, snuggling up to his warm, bare skin. I closed my eyes and proceeded to have the best night’s sleep of my young adult life.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, bringing me out of a deep sleep. I needed a second to get my bearings. My arm was asleep from Everly staking claim on it all night, and then I realized I was completely naked.

After a few seconds, I remembered what happened. What we did. What I did to her. A smile spread across my lips. I thought I’d feel bad about it the next morning, but I didn’t. I only wanted more of her. That tight, wet pussy and that juicy, round ass that begged to be squeezed and grabbed. The smell and taste of her musky arousal. The way her tits bounced when I pressed myself into her body.

“You gonna get that?” she asked, waking from her orgasm-induced coma.

My eyes blurred and then focused on the caller ID. It was Nash.

“Gray,” he said when I’d answered.

I cleared my throat and sat up. “What is it?” The red numbers on the bedside alarm clock read six o’clock. Nash was never up that early.

“You need to come home. Today if possible,” he said. His tone was rushed, almost squirrely.

“You, uh, get things squared away, Nash?” I asked. “Everything cool now?”

“I think we found the real killer,” he said. “I just need you here to help me prove it.”

“Who’s that?”

“My guy says it was an inside job,” he said, referring to his minion, Ace. “Thinks it was Hackthorn.”

Buck Hackthorn was a longtime member who’d never risen in the ranks due to his big mouth, quick temper, and failure to make decent decisions in the heat of the moment. He and my dad had gone rounds in the past, but I’d never thought he’d kill him… mostly on account of him not having the balls. Buck Hackthorn was all bark and no bite, or so I thought.

“Jesus.” I ran my fingers through my hair as I processed the information.

“If you come home tonight,” Nash said, “there’s a club meeting. I’m presenting my evidence, which will hopefully get the heat off you, then I’ll let you know when the time is right and I’ll bring you in.”

It seemed like Nash had it all planned out.

“I can be there by early afternoon,” I said, glancing over at Everly who was back asleep. I hung up the phone and lay back down, hoping for a few more hours of quality sleep before I had to hit the road again.

“Who was that?” she stirred awake.

“Nash.” I rolled over and tried to quiet my mind. She spooned up behind me and slipped her arm under mine. “Go back to sleep, Everly.”

She popped her head up. “What’d he want?”

“I have to go back home today,” I said.

“You’re taking me with you.” She wasn’t asking.

“I can’t,” I sighed. “Too dangerous. I’ll come back for you when the time is right.”

She sat up and flicked the lamp on above her nightstand. “This is not up for debate.” She crossed her arms. “You fucked me last night and now you’re just going to ride off into the sunset and leave me?”

I laughed. This was why I never had girlfriends. They jumped to conclusions too easily, and sometimes they didn’t fucking know when to keep their mouths shut. I always did the right thing, even when it wasn’t always the easiest thing to do.

“I have to keep you safe.” My jaw clenched. “Don’t you think I want to take you with me? God, Everly.” I scooted closer to her and wrapped my hand around her hip, pulling her into me. My hand traveled down her smooth thigh. “You’re intoxicating. I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay in this hotel room with you and fuck you sideways, until you can’t walk no more, and then do it all over again. I want to eat that tight little pussy until it writhes and then I want to stick my cock in there, feel you bare. I want to do so much to you it’s insane. I don’t want to go back home. You know that.”

Her eyes softened.

“But I don’t have a choice and neither do you,” I said. “I’m not getting you mixed up in none of that bullshit again. I got you out once, I’ll be damned if I put you right back where you started. Club ain’t kind to women, and they especially won’t take kind to you if I’m still on their shit list.”

She smiled a sort of bittersweet smile, as if she appreciated me looking out for her but it still didn’t change her mind. “I don’t care. I don’t want to be away from you ever again.”

She curled up into my arm, making herself into a small ball. Her heart beat strong against mine, like we were almost in sync. “Please, Gray?”

A throaty groan forced itself from my mouth as I breathed in her intoxicating musk. “I’ll take you with me, but you have to do exactly what I say. You understand?”

She nodded, bringing her eyes to meet mine as a smile crossed her lips.

“Can’t wait to see Little Nash,” I said as I climbed off his bike. We’d arrived back in Bolton, Nevada early that afternoon. After a quick bite to eat at a local diner, Gray took us to the apartment he shared with his younger brother.

“Just don’t call him Little,” Gray said, cocking his head to the side. “He hates that.”

I laughed, trying to picture Little Nash all grown up. I could only imagine what he looked like as a young man in his early twenties. He was just a kid last time I’d seen him. Then again, so was I.

We climbed two flights of stairs, my fingers tracing the white stucco of the building and feeling the pits and holes of the textured exterior.

“You have air conditioning?” I asked. The heat of the midday sun had caused my hair to cling to the back of my neck.

“Window unit,” he said. “Should be running. Nash likes it ice cold in there.”

I recalled how hot and musty our trailer was growing up. One day it got so bad, Little Nash had heat stroke. Big Nash and Mom weren’t going to take him in but Gray insisted on it. He loaded him up in a wagon and attached it to his bike and peddled him down to the Bolton ER. Little Nash could’ve died that night, but Gray saved him. When we got back, Mom had several old, rickety box fans going covered in tattered towels that’d been dipped in cold water. The place felt slightly cooler, but the air was still a million degrees when we weren’t perfectly still.

The next day child protective services came by wondering why Big Nash didn’t take Little Nash himself. He made up some story about being at work, and since he was self-employed, they were never able to verify that none of it was true.

“Does Nash know I’m coming?” I asked.

Gray shook his head as he slid his key into the lock and twisted it to the right. “Nope.”

I smiled, excited to surprise him. The door flew open, and boy, did I surprise him.

“What the fuck…” Nash sat looking up, legs spread wide in a chair that was much too small for him. The little boy with a mop of dirty blond hair had grown into a strapping man almost as big as Gray. He didn’t seem happy to see me. At all.

“Nash, you remember Everly,” Gray said, stepping aside.

I hurried towards him, instinctively wanting to throw my arms around him as if our time together meant as much to him as it did to me. But he stared, frozen-faced and unmoving.

Gray walked over and kicked his foot.

“Shit. Ow. The fuck you do that for?” Nash scratched his head.

“Be proper,” Gray said, a bite in his voice like a father teaching his son a lesson.

Nash rose up slowly from his chair to the point where he was staring down at me. He was a handsome young man, not nearly as much as Gray, but good looking enough that he probably didn’t have much trouble getting women. His lips twisted into an arrogant smile.

“Good seeing you, Everly.” He looked me up and town, his eyes stopping on my breasts. “Been a long, long time.”

“Do you even remember me?” I asked.

“Vaguely.”  His words hurt, but I couldn’t blame him. He was a product of his environment and he was so young back then. I didn’t hold it against him for wanting to blacken out those dark memories. He turned to his brother. “Meeting’s in two hours at the club.”

An antagonizing flicker in his eye caught my attention and gave me a quick shiver. There was something almost sinister about this version of Nash. The one who was all grown up yet still a young pup. The one who’d spent his entire life living in the shadows of his protective big brother yet who had enough influence to make Gray do something, no questions asked.

My stomach churned.

“Everly, can you excuse us for a second?” Gray asked. He pointed down the hallway. “My bedroom’s the last door on the right.”

I felt Nash’s eyes on me as I left their presence, and not in a good way. Something felt…off. I entered Gray’s room and shut the door. The room was sparse and spotless, completely opposite of the conditions he’d grown up with. I imagined it was all intentional. Sort of like a “fuck you” to his shitty childhood.

I heard their hushed whispers through the paper-thin walls of the apartment, though I couldn’t make out what was being said. It was heated, whatever the topic was. Within minutes, Gray came in and slammed the door, his shoulders hunched and tense.

“Everything okay?” I asked gingerly.

He took a seat on the bed, and I crawled into his lap, hooking my arm behind his head.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Nash seems…different,” I said. “I guess I didn’t expect him to be such a…”

“Little prick?”

“Your words, not mine.”

“I did the best I could,” Gray said. The burden of raising Nash fell on a man much too young to know how to do it right.

“I know you did.” I rubbed his back. “You really think Nash doesn’t remember me much?”

Gray shook his head. “He remembers you. He just doesn’t want to admit it. He hates talking about that time in our lives.”

I couldn’t shake that feeling. That ‘off’ feeling that leeched onto me the second I was around Nash. His eyes were damn near evil, and he gave me the chills. How did Gray not pick up on that?

“Listen,” I sighed. “I don’t think you should go to that meeting.”

“What?”

“I have a bad feeling…”

Gray rolled his eyes. “Stop being like that, Everly. You think I can’t hold my own?”

“I know you can,” I said. “But if it’s a set up then…?”

“You think my own brother would set me up?”

I nodded, not wanting to utter the words in case they’d upset him too much.

“I don’t think he would,” Gray said. His brows furrowed, and he seemed lost in thought for a moment.

“Stay here,” I said. “I’m not asking either. We can slip out of here and ride away. Never look back. Don’t you want to wash your hands of all this club shit anyway? You’re better than them. You’re better than all those men who walk around like their shit’s bigger than everyone else’s shit.”

He smirked, amused. “It’s kinda cute how you look out for me, but trust me. I don’t need you to.”

He stood up and unloaded the content of his pockets onto his dresser top. I leaned back on his bed, scooting my way towards the headboard. Gray tugged his shirt off over his head and threw it into a laundry basket on the floor. A thick, gnarled scar across his shoulder blade served to remind me of a balmy Sunday afternoon when the three of us were kids. We’d been playing outside and Nash and I had gotten into it. We were fighting over a GI Joe or something stupid like that. Nash hit me across the face, drawing blood from my lip. Gray went into a black out rage when he saw it happen and clocked Nash across the face a good three or four times before walking away. We’d thought Nash ran into the house, but he’d run off to the shed and grabbed a pair of garden shears.

He’d waited until we were back to playing and then he popped out from behind the shed and clipped the back of Gray’s shirt with it, only he clipped too deep and cut into his flesh. I’d never heard anyone yell so loudly, and to see my tough older brother in so much pain that he was writhing on the ground like he was dying brought tears to my eyes.

Big Nash and Mom came flying out from behind the screen door but the garden shears were long gone and Nash was standing there like he’d done nothing. Like he’d just approached the scene. I was just a kid. We all were. But I couldn’t believe Nash could just wipe the emotion clean off his face like that.

Gray climbed into bed with me. We’d ridden for most of the day and in the hot sun and on desert highways. He rolled over towards me and his lips curled into a devious smirk as his eyes trekked downwards, over the length of my body.

He wanted to put the conversation to bed so that he could bed me. Memories of the night before flooded my body, mind, and soul, setting me on fire and making me want nothing more than to feel his thick, veiny cock deep inside me once again. I squeezed my knees together before releasing them and spreading my legs for his hand, inviting him to fuck me once again.