ROMANCE: BIKER ROMANCE: Valentine Biker (MC Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult Valentine Romance Short Stories) (114 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

Wasn’t that just her luck.  The most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen was her freakin’ stepbrother.  Thanks for nothing, God.  What’d I ever do to you?

She stuck out her hand to shake his, basking in the warmth of his Southern accent.  She’d always adored Southern accents, even if she hadn’t spent much time around them. 

“Nice to meet you, Chris.” She said with a nervous smile. 

Why did she feel nervous all of a sudden?  Boys never made her nervous.  Girls never made her nervous.  No one made Nina Marie Raymond nervous.  Until now, at least.  There was something about Chris that made her want to play with her hair and stand up straight and she hated it. 

Chris started to pick up her bag until Nina snatched it away.  He looked confused, but stepped back and held his hands up, “I was just going to help you get it into the car.”

“I can do it!” she said quickly, pulling the heavy black bag around to the car’s trunk.  She struggled with it before finally giving it a shove and watching  it topple into the trunk.  Nina was panting when she stood back up, blushing furiously.  Chris was smiling, but didn’t say a word as they piled into the car.

Their drive was quiet and it unnerved Nina.  This was the girl who had often found sanctuary in silence and now she would have given anything to talk to this man and hear is velvety voice. 

Where could she begin?  She hardly knew how to talk to other girls! How did you talk to older boys?  Older boys who happened to be your stepbrother and who you desperately wanted to sleep with.  Oh no.  She needed to get those thoughts out of her head right now. 

Just when she thought she might start going crazy, Chris turned the radio on.  His phone was plugged into it and what came out of the speakers could only be described as indie folk rock.  It wasn't what Nina would have put on, but she liked it.  The music distracted her and the silence became much more bearable.

She didn't peg Chris as the type of guy who was quiet because he didn't know what to say.  She figured he was the type of guy who didn't say much because he didn't feel he needed to.  Nina liked people like that.  She sought them out because she felt the most comfortable around them.

“Pretty country,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest and looking out the window as the hills rolled by.  The trees were painted in varying shades of orange, yellow and red.

They drove for nearly an hour and when the car finally stopped they were parked in the driveway of what looked to be an old plantation home.  It was the kind of house that came to mind when she thought of Tennessee.

The house was painted antique white and had shutters that had obviously been replaced over the years.  The door was dark and looked like it would be incredibly heavy.  All the fixtures were brass and huge windows looked into the behemoth of a house.  It had a wraparound porch with rocking chairs and small tables for tea sitting between them.  Her mother had taken to the Southern lifestyle with gusto, it seemed.

Chris took advantage of Nina's distracted gaze to unload her bag.  He grunted and set it beside her, "You don't travel light, do you?"

His beautiful accent tore her thoughts from the house and she looked at him, confused until she saw the bag that was sitting beside her.  Nina wanted to be angry but found herself flustered at his chivalry. 

"It's not clothes,” she said defensively.  “I had to bring my art supplies.  I’m an artist.”

Nina wasn't sure why, but she had to make sure that he knew she wasn't consumed by the things her mother was.  It was very important to her that he understood she wasn't like Michelle.

An understanding smile came across his face and he put a hand on her shoulder, catching her emerald gaze as he reached up with his free hand to tuck some of the long black curls behind her ear.

“Maybe you could show me your drawings sometime.”

Nina’s mouth went dry and she opened it to speak, but nothing came out.  She was in the middle of collecting her thoughts when she heard a familiar voice screeching from the porch. 

“NINA!”

She groaned and put her face in her hands for a moment and took a deep breath, preparing to talk to her mother.  Chris snickered behind his hand, but turned to look at Michelle as she came down the steps. 

She was wearing heels and her long blonde hair was perfect without a hint of gray, even though she was well into her fifties.  She wore tight pants, a flattering blouse and a big sun hat that sat on top her perfect hair.  Michelle stopped in front of her daughter and gave her a half hearted hug that was more of a pat on the back. 

Nina returned it with just as little enthusiasm and stood up straight again.  Michelle glanced over at Chris and her eyes lit up, “I see you’ve met Christopher.” She hummed, reaching out and putting a perfectly manicured hand on his arm, squeezing it, “Handsome thing, isn’t he?”

Chris laughed, clearly uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving.  He pulled out of Michelle’s hand and rubbed the back of his neck, “You’re too kind Ms.  Dubois.”

Nina's mother had stopped going by Raymond before she even divorced Henry.  Dubois was her maiden name.

“Christopher, I told you to call me Michelle.”

“Ah, right.”

The tension was unbearable, so Nina finally spoke up, “Are you gonna just stand there or are you going to give me a tour of the plantation?”

“Oh! Of course, angel.”  Michelle spit out the last word and led Nina up to the porch with Chris following close behind.  Nina thought she could feel his eyes on her.  Or maybe it was just her hopeful imagination.

CHAPTER SIX             

Nina met the man who was going to be her new stepfather at dinner.  This wasn’t the first time she’d done this.  There had been many stepfathers before Andrew Lewis and she was sure there would be many more to come. 

Andrew was a tubby, little man with a round, sweaty face and short legs that seemed to wobble when he walked.  She couldn’t believe that this man had been a part of the process that made Chris.  He was always out of breath and looked like he was about to have a stroke.  Maybe that’s what drew Michelle to him, Nina thought. The faster he croaks, the faster she inherits his money. 

He blubbered a greeting to Nina and hugged her briefly.  She was only slightly surprised to discover that he smelled like sausages and shuddered when she finally pulled away. 

After the introductions Michelle  had pulled Nina into one of the side rooms that served as a den and gripped her arm tightly once the door was closed.  Nina had gasped and attempted to pull away but Michelle’s grip only tightened. 

Nina was shocked at the sudden aggression her mother was showing.  Their relationship had never been good, but it had never been abusive either. 

Michelle put a hand over Nina’s mouth to keep her from crying out.  When their gazes locked Nina noticed that her mother’s once clear eyes were becoming cloudy with age.  When Michelle spoke her voice was dripping with venom and Nina couldn’t recall ever hearing her mother speak with such anger. 

“I saw the way you were looking at Chris,” her mother hissed at her.  “Don’t even think about hopping into bed with him.  You think I’m marrying that pig of a man because I want to sleep with him?  Oh no, I’ll need something on the side if I’m going to keep up this charade of a marriage, so you keep your dirty paws off Chris.  I don’t want my daughter’s sloppy seconds.  You’re here for short time and I expect you to be nothing short of a goddamn angel.  Do you understand?”

Nina nodded slowly, her eyes wide and horrified at her mother’s confession.  She hadn’t been aware that her desire for Chris had been so noticeable and she hadn’t expected her mother to be so possessive of the man who was going to be her stepson in less than two weeks.  The bruises that Michelle left on Nina’s arm were starting to fade but were still visible and that had been almost two days ago. 

Since that confrontation, Michelle hadn’t acknowledged what had happened or said anything about Chris.  Nina managed to keep herself locked in her bedroom most of the time, painting or drawing.  Even though she tried to lock herself away she couldn’t get her mind off Chris.  Their interactions left her blushing, flustered and burning with desire.

Nina had drawn several small portraits of Chris.  He was invading her thoughts and chasing the rest of her artistic muses out.  She thought that if she put it to paper she might be able to draw something else. 

She’d tried several times to draw other things, but the only thing she could think of was Chris.  It was infuriating.  Petra hadn’t been any help either.  Her best friend had only encouraged her to try and hook up with the tall blonde.  She hadn’t told Petra about the encounter with her mother and didn’t plan to. 

Thoughts of Chris were swirling in her mind and she knew she had to get out of the house, even if it was dark out.  It was a clear night and Nina was sure that everyone was already asleep. 

Chris lived in the house with Michelle and Andrew and did the yard work that kept the house looking so nice.  He’d been going to school for agriculture, but took a year off to travel.  He was back at home now and would be there for the remainder of Nina’s stay. 

She snuck out the back door and went to sit on the back of the porch, her back against the wall and a sketch pad in her lap.  There was a deer trotting through back yard and it had stopped to nibble on the grass.  It was enough inspiration to put Chris out of her head for a moment.

Until he showed up. 

Nina heard the back door squeak open and looked up when he stepped out onto the porch.  When they first met she thought he was a lot older than her, but had recently found out that he was only twenty. 

Chris settled on the porch beside her and looked over at the drawing pad, “That’s pretty good.”

“Thanks.  I’ve been trying to find something to draw.  Not a whole lot of inspiration out here.” Other than you, she wanted to say.

He chuckled and looked over at her, cocking a brow, “No inspiration?  You’re just not looking in the right places.” 

“Well, where do you suggest I look?”

She shouldn’t have been talking to him and indulging this conversation, but she wanted to be near him so badly.  His warmth made her scoot a bit closer and she mourned the loss of it when he stood and offered his hand.  Nina took it with some hesitation, gasping when he pulled her to her feet with ease. 

“Follow me.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Chris had a beat up truck that he got around in and Nina didn’t want to like it, but she did.  They climbed into the truck and he drove it to the edge of the property, not looking twice when the branches of trees and brush scratched what little paint was left on the truck. 

They were driving through thick trees and brush but there was a path that indicated he’d driven this route many times before.  When they broke through the tree line they were in an open field.  Chris put the car in park and climbed into the back, pulling out a bag of deer feed. 

“Get in the bed.” He said, pointing to the back of the truck. 

When she climbed into the back she was surprised to find clean pillows and blankets laid out nice and neat.  They hadn’t been back here long.  She tried not to focus on them, watching Chris instead.  He was spreading the feed through the field and when he’d emptied the bag he hopped into the back with her and put an arm around her. 

She blushed when he drew her close to his body and put a finger to his lips, indicating that she needed to be quiet.  She stared over the bed of the truck and furrowed her brows.  For a long time nothing happened.  They just sat in the back of the truck, watching an empty field and hearing the sound of crickets and frogs every now and then. 

After a long moment  of silence and leaning into Chris, Nina saw a few deer start to come from the tree line.  Before she knew it, they were surrounded by dozens of them.  Some were males with huge antlers and some were females.  There were even little baby fawns prancing about in the moonlight. 

Nina’s eyes widened and she dropped the drawing pad, staring at the deer in awe.  Chris smiled and looked over at her, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

She nodded dumbly, staring out into the field.  She only looked away when Chris put his hand under her chin and turned her head to look at him.  Her eyes were still wide, taking him in under the light of the moon.  His square jaw and blue eyes were only intensified by the subtle light.  That was all the inspiration she needed. 

Her heart was beating out of her chest and she was suddenly aware that she was breathing very hard.  He smiled and leaned in closer, whispering in a soft voice that drifted into the chilly autumn air, “Not nearly as beautiful as you, Nina.”

Her voice caught in her throat and she whimpered softly, “Chris...We can’t...You’re my stepbrother.”

A smirk came to his lips and he shrugged, not moving away from her, “Not yet.”

Nina hadn’t quite thought of it like that.  Her eyes widened and she couldn’t stop herself from closing the space between them.  She wanted him and she couldn’t deny it anymore.  Since he’d picked her up from the airport, the only things she could think of were kissing him and making love to him. 

Their lips crashed together passionately and she swore she saw fireworks.  She pressed against him until they both fell back into the mass of blankets.  Chris scrambled to grab one and pulled it over them to shield them from the cold air.  It would have been easier if he broke away from her for a moment but he wasn’t willing to do that. 

Once they were completely covered she made quick work of her clothes and so did he.  They were both naked within moments and the moon was big and bright enough in the sky that he could take in her perfect, round breasts.  He groaned and leaned up, taking a nipple into his mouth, sighing as he tasted the sweetness of her skin. 

“I’ve wanted this since we met.” He whispered, running his fingers over her skin. 

“Me too...Me too.” She panted, letting her head fall back as he kissed her anywhere he could reach. 

Their  lips met again as his fingers danced along her belly and hips, drawing patterns on the tender skin.  His fingers were rough from years of working with his hands and that got to Nina more than anything else.  She liked the roughness of his fingers and shivered with pleasure every time he touched her. 

His hands were working their way further and further down until the found the delicate folds between her legs.  His fingers worked her open and slid inside of her, drawing out a low mewl. 

Despite Petra’s insistence that she needed a man, Nina was accustomed to intimacy.  She’d enjoyed many romps through her senior year, though none of them had really been that good.  None of them had been electric like this. 

His fingers slipped inside of her body and she gasped, eyelashes fluttering as she closed her eyes and buried her face in his shoulder.  She kissed the skin there, moaning her delight as he added a second finger and began to thrust them in and out of her, drawing moans from her with each movement. 

Nina wrapped her arms around him and moaned his name into his ear as he slowly pulled his fingers out and guided her to settle on his member with a moan.  He filled her up so perfectly and she pushed herself up on shaking arms, straddling his waist.  She looked down at him with heavy eyes and slowly started to rock, her head falling back as liquid pleasure filled every inch of her body. 

Her toes curled into the sheets and she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand.  He reached up and pulled it away, shaking his head, “I want to hear it.” He growled. 

She was happy to oblige, dropping her hand and using the leverage to rock back and forth, moving against his strong body.  He moaned her name every time she moved, holding onto her hips to encourage her. 

Their bodies began to shake with the pleasure that was coursing through them and as they reached a fever pitch they cried out each other’s names.  Nina’s world was spinning as her body was assaulted with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. 

She was shaking as she finally came down from the high and settled on his chest.  He wrapped the blanket around her, stroking her damp hair and she remembered whispering one last thing before she surrendered herself to sleep. 

“We can’t let them get married.”