“Shit, no,” he says, running his hand through his hair looking nervous. Which of course, makes me nervous. Am I going to have to deal with two pissed off brothers? Maybe staying for a visit this soon isn’t a great idea.

  “Booker met a guy and needs help to track him down. When I mentioned that you worked with computers, he got it into his head that this meant you’d be able to help him find his man.” Kenny pauses when he sees me smirking. I can’t help it. This is my specialty. And if it will make one of these brothers like me, I’m all for it.

  “Finding people is what I’m good at,” Kenny cocks his head but doesn’t say anymore. I have a feeling I’m going to get asked to expand when we aren’t around his-our-family. “I’d be happy to help Booker find his guy.”

  I don’t add as long as Booker isn’t trying to find him for bad reasons, but I think it, and I mean it.

  “Oh, he will be so pleased,” Stella says, beaming at me.

  “It’s so weird seeing him love sick over a guy,” Reed pipes up, looking at his mom and definitely ignoring me.

  Before anyone else has anything else to say, there is the telling rumble of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway.

  “That’s him,” Stella says, clapping her hands. She reminds me a little of Max’s friend Celeste, but a lot more happy. It’s a bit disarming. “We’re going to have all our boys together for the first time.”

  Reed rolls their eyes. “You’ve only known about him for three weeks. Don’t make it sound like you’ve been waiting years for this moment.”

  “Reed,” Kenny says, in what I’m guessing is his dad voice. He doesn’t have a chance to say anything else because at that moment, the infamous Booker crashes through the front door.

  “I’m here, I can’t wait to meet my new-” he says, walking into the lounge. It feels like all the air is knocked out of me the moment I lay eyes on his smiling face.

  Dimples.

  It’s the man from the bar. The man I left in my motel room half a week ago. The man who has constantly invaded my thoughts. The man who fucked me so good, I can still feel the ghost of his dick.

  He’s here

  He’s Booker

  Shit.

  He’s my stepbrother.

  Maybe we can just play this cool. I mean, he is not going to want his parents to know we fucked. Why would he?

  Be cool.

  He’s looking at me, mouth agape. Clearly, his brain didn’t get the be cool memo. I stand up from the couch and plaster a smile onto my face.

  “Nipples?”

  Okay, we can play that off as something innocent.

  Booker strides towards me, looking so fucking hot I want to lick his entire body. I bet even his armpits taste as great as his dick. He doesn’t pause when he reaches me. He cups my jaw and pulls me in for a toe curling kiss, forcing his tongue past my lips and owning my mouth.

  I do my best not to whimper, but I’m not sure how successful I am.

  I’ve missed this. How have I missed this? It’s been four days, and it was only one night.

  My hands find their way to his waist, and I feel the heat of his skin through his clothes. Just as I’m about to pull him closer and grind my dick into his, a throat clears, pulling me from this lust-filled haze and Dimples' lips.

  Booker.

  He’s Booker, not Dimples.

  Fuck me, we just made out in front of our parents.

  I drop my hands from his waist, and his leave my jaw, but don’t go far, resting on my shoulders.

  “Did you call him Nipples?” Kenny asks, head swiveling between the two of us. Not sure that would be my first question if I just witnessed my son and stepson making out, but to each their own. “Nipples? As in the one-night stand guy you’re obsessed with and want to hunt down?”

  “Yeah,” he says, looking ecstatic and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Your kid is fucking good. Does he want a job at the club? Where is he?” He presses a kiss to my temple.

  “You are such a dipshit, Booker,” Reed snorts, not looking up from his phone.

  He looks at Reed, adorably confused. “What?”

  “My kid is currently in your arms,” Kenny says patiently to Booker. “Reed, don’t swear at your brother.”

  Booker looks down at me. “You’re Kenny’s son?”

  “I am.” Kenny’s comment about me being in Booker’s arms finally sinks in. I shrug out of Booker’s hold. “I think we need to talk.”

  Booker crosses his arms with a scowl. “I don’t think I’m going to like what you have to say.”

  “Please, Dim-uh Booker, can we go somewhere private?”

  “Did you just call him dim?” Reed shouts, standing from the chair and looking at me furiously. “How fucking dare you, you arrogant prick!”

  Resisting the urge to curl in on myself, I open my mouth to explain, but Booker gets there first.

  “Dude, you’re being dramatic. He wasn’t calling me dim, he was going to call me Dimples. He thinks they’re cute.” He intervenes with a huge grin, showing them off.

  They’re more than fucking cute, they are downright pornographic. I jerked myself off in the shower this morning, thinking about his dimples.

  I look over at Kenny and the massive scowl on his face.

  Well, this all went to shit faster than even I could have predicted.

  “Come on, Nips,” Booker says, placing a hand on the small of my back. Let me show you the garden, and we’ll have a chat.” I just nod and let him guide me where he wants to go.

  Once we clear the back door, he grabs my hand and pulls me all the way down to the back, where there are trees, and we can’t be seen. He pushes me up against a large oak and claims my mouth again while he grinds his hard dick against mine.

  Every single thought leaves my brain.

  Poof.

  Booker invades all of my senses, owning me once more.

  I chase his lips as he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine. “Nicky, baby, I know you’re going to stop this, but I want you to know that the moment you crack and realize you want more of me, more with me, I’ll be here. Waiting.”

  “We’re stepbrothers,” I say, pulling away now the lusty haze has once again cleared. This man really is a fucking sex wizard or something. I lose all rational thought when I’m near him. I need some fucking distance.

  “I don’t give a shit,” he says, boxing me in again. “I’ll let you go for now, but only because I know you’re going to come back to me.”

  Fuck.

  Who talks like that?

  And why do I like it?

  “It was one night of sex, Booker.”

  “It was more than that, and you know it,” he leans back. “I want more time with you, Nicky. I’m going to make you fall for me.”

  Well, fuck.

  Chapter eight

  Booker

  I think I stunned Nicky. He’s staring at me like a cross-eyed goose. It’s kind of hot.

  He really needs to stop leaving his mouth open like that. I have no problem filling it up with my cock.

  When I saw him sitting there on my parents’ couch, it was like a fucking miracle. I knew I’d find him, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. The fact he’s my stepbrother is whatever. I imagine it isn’t whatever to him, though. The guy just found out his dad isn’t his dad and his real dad is the stepdad of the guy he had an explosive night of sex with and will soon be boyfriends with.

  It’s going to happen.

  “Come on, let’s get you back to the house before I stuff my cock in your mouth,” I tell him kindly. Dinner lasted two hours and wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it could have been. I loved my mom for asking Nicky all sorts of random questions. You could see that Kenny felt the same.

  The only person who was being weird was Reed. Ever since Kenny told them that he had another son, he’s been off. It can’t be jealousy becausehe’s never once acted like that with me, and Nicky is to him what I am to him.

  I thought that he would chill out a bit when he met him, but if anything, it’s gotten worse. It’s like he wants Nicky to feel uncomfortable.

  “We should clean up and head to the clubhouse,” Kenny says, clapping his hands together in delight. “I can’t wait to show you off. I know a few of the guys will be hanging out. Toni, she’s Mac, my VP’s daughter, should have you a room ready as well.”

  “Don’t worry about the cleaning, I’ll do it. You boys go have fun,” Mom says, picking up the plates. Reed gets up and heads upstairs. I catch Kenny frowning at him as well.

  “Stella, you cooked. I’m not going to leave it all to you,” Nicky says gently, taking the plates from her and walking into the kitchen. We all grab something from the table and follow him. He’s standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking adorable and lost. “I don’t know where the dishwasher is.”

  “Everyone put what you’re holding on the counter and go. Kenny is taking me out to dinner tomorrow, so I’m feeling generous.”

  “I am? I mean, I am,” he kisses Mom on the cheek, “See you later, Stells.”

  We head out and mount our bikes. Kenny had mentioned that his son rode a [bike name], and I can’t fucking wait to watch him.

  Motorcycle clubs always ride in a certain formation. The Fallen Angels president always rides lead, and whoever is the most senior member, in this case me, rides at the back. Which means, I get to watch this sexy fucking man ride for the next 7 minutes.

  The fact Nicky is into bikes is such a turn-on. I want to bend him over my bike and go to town on his perfectly tight ass.

  I spend the whole time hard. It’s uncomfortable and frustrating. I won’t be able to take care of it with Nicky. I meant it when I said I’d give him time, though.

  When we get to the clubhouse, Kenny parks next to the entrance, and Nicky and I park right alongside him.

  “I can’t wait for Reed to be able to ride as well,” Kenny says as we make our way through the doors. “I want all my boys with me.”

  Nicky looks at the floor and smiles. Fucking hell that does something to me. I want him to have all the father-son moments with Kenny if it makes him smile like that.

  Kenny opens the door, and Nicky walks in first. “Gargoyles,” he shouts. “This is my boy, Nicky.”

  The room fills with cheers, and pretty soon Nicky and Kenny are surrounded by a bunch of Gargoyles and family happily welcoming Nicky into the fold.

  “Hey, Toni,” I say after heading to the bar. “Can I get two beers and a cherry soda, please?”

  “Sure thing, cutie.” Once she’s got them and sets them on the counter, she leans over in the flirty way she uses to get tips from the straights and newbs.

  “Why do you insist on showing me your cleavage?” I ask her, taking a sip of my beer. This is a conversation we’ve had often. I know her answer better than I know my age.

  “Because I have nice tits,” she tells me like I’m dumb. She looks over at the thinning crowd surrounding Kenny and Nicky. “The real question is, why does your new brother look like he swallowed a wasp?”

  I look over at Nicky, and Toni’s assessment is spot on. His jaw is clenched so tightly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he cracks a tooth.

  He says something to Kenny and then makes his way over just as Echo, Jet, Rex, and Fizz do.

  “I guess I have some introductions to do,” I tell him, passing him a beer. “This is Nicky, aka Nipples, aka my future husband. If anyone attempts to flirt with him, ask him out, or just generally steal him from me, I will flood your bedroom with glitter and sand.”

  Everyone except Nicky looks shocked. I don’t know why. They all know I’ve been obsessing over Nipples since I met him.

  “Dimples,” Nicky huffs out like a curse.

  “Waitt a fucking second,” Fizz says, coming out of his shock. “Dimples? He has a pet name for you?”

  “Yeah, he loves my smile. Don’t you, baby?”

  “So, this is you accepting nothing is going to happen between us?” Nicky says, eyes dancing in amusement.

  “Nothing is going to happen…for now,” I correct him. All other words disappear from my tongue as I watch him slowly take a long swig of his beer. His Adam’s apple bobs and all I can think of is how he would likeswallowing my cum.

  “I think we’re all a little bit pregnant after watching that,” Jet says, looking between Nicky and me.

  “Oh, that reminds me, Echo. I read a super hot MPreg book by Roe Horvat. So fucking sexy, I had to jack off a few times while reading it.” Fizz says.

  “I didn’t know you read books? I thought you came up with new ways to torture people in your spare time,” Jet smirks.

  “Are you suggesting I can’t multi-task? Because I will slice into your balls as I read all about omega heats, and I won’t even break a sweat.”

  “I fear you.”

  “I am a sweetheart.”

  “Nicky,” Kenny shouts, coming over with Mac. “I see Booker has introduced you to some of the guys. These are good men. Rex works in the Tattoo shop with Booker, Echo is in college, Jet is a nurse with Stells, and Fizz-”

  “My job is classified until I get to know you better,” Fizz says with a strained smile, eyeing Nicky. “Unless you want to come up to my room? I could show you what I do.”

  I stand up abruptly, all eyes turning to me.

  “Toni, where is Nicky’s room? I want to help him get settled in.”

  “I put him in the spare room next to you.”

  Fuck yes. I forgot Kenny said he was going to arrange that. I want him as close to me as possible. It will be torture, but worth it when he finally accepts us. “Thanks, sweetheart,” I say as she hands me his room key. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. I look at Nicky, who is staring daggers at me.

  What did I do?

  “Let me show you where your room is,” I say, grabbing his arm and not giving him the chance to disagree. I pull him over to the stairs, ignoring the elevator. I can not wait for those ancient death traps. I need to get Nicky behind closed doors now.

  He doesn’t say anything. Just lets me pull him along, which is useful, but I get the impression he has something to say.

  “This is your room.” I unlock it, but before we go in, I point down the hall. “That’s my room if you need me for anything.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

  Fucking hell Booker, you are such a dork.

  He smiles and walks into the large open planned room. There is a kitchenette in one corner. A decent sized sofa, dresser, wardrobe, and large king-size bed.

  “We have some spare television sets. I’ll have Jonas and Dai bring one up for you. Toni put on fresh bedding and fitted your bathroom out with clean towels and toiletries.”

  “That’s nice of her,” he mumbles as he drops his saddlebags onto the sofa.

  “Yeah, she’s great. Her dad is Mac. Kenny’s best friend and the Fallen Gargoyles VP. She’ll take you under her wing and help show you the ropes when I’m not around.” I want him to make friends here and see how much he loves it. I want this place to become his home.

  With me

  And I suppose Mom, Kenny, and Reed.

  “That’s great,” he says, looking like it’s anything but. And it clicks.

  “Nipples, are you jealous?” He’s looked crabby since I spoke to Toni.

  “I really fucking am.” He runs a hand down his face and flops onto the sofa. “This is ridiculous. She’s your friend. I’m pretty sure you’re gay, and we aren’t together.”

  “Yet.”

  “Booker-”

  I cut him off. “I meant what I said earlier. I will wait for you to be ready. There isn’t going to be anyone else for me.”

  “I-”

  “There won’t be anyone for you either.” I lean down and kiss him on his forehead. “Get settled in.”

  I leave and head to my room.

  I’ve had a few boyfriends over the years and never felt this intensity before. Nicky brings something out of me. I think it’s because I know he is the real deal.

  And there is no fucking way I’m going to lose him.

  Chapter nine

  Nicky

  It’s been a few days since I came to Vigo Falls and I still can’t quite get over the fact that Dimples, my amazing one-night stand, is Booker.

  My step brother.

  I mean, how small does the world have to be? The one guy in the bar that night I should absolutely not have slept with, happens to be related to me by marriage.

  It’s definitely lottery winning odds.

  And I can’t deny I want more. I want more time with him. I want to learn more about him. I want him inside me. I want him to hold me and wake up in his arms.

  Want, want, want.

  I can’t risk it, though.

  I have a real shot at a family here and I don’t want to lose that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

  Booker says that he wants me and I’m it for him, but it was just one night. He can’t know that. Where does it leave me if it all goes wrong? Traveling around like a loner on my bike again and only seeing Max on holidays.

  Great, now I’m feeling all negative. I need to not think about Booker. Just for a little while.

  Breakfast it is. One of the first thing I learnt was that the food here is always amazing. It’s your standard breakfast; bacon, eggs, French toast, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, but they are all made to perfection.

  The dining room looks nearly empty this morning. There are a few partners and a couple of kids, everyone gives me a smile or a wave as I head to the table laden with food. I fix myself a plate, a cup of coffee, and head to an empty table I'm mentally making myself a to do list for an indie author’s website I’m working on next week, when the seat opposite me is filled by Toni.

  We haven’t really spoken yet. She always kind of looks at me like she’s got a secret and I should ask her what it is. I’m annoyed at myself that I really wanna know. Whatever. I think I’m still harboring some misplaced jealousy. Booker explained that he wasn’t flirting with her and I know he’s gay, anyway. She’s a lesbian, and he’s not even mine, so absolutely should not bother me. Except it one hundred percent did.

 

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