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  Bad Biker Stepbrother:

  A Dark Romance

  By: Michelle Black

  Copyright 2014 Michelle Black

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  “Mia.” The voice whispers in the darkness of my room and my eyes jerk open.

  I hear the soft ticking of the Grandfather clock in the hallway but nothing else. Maybe I was just dreaming and the name had been whispered in my dreams. I turn over; what a dream it had been! Damon had been there, kissing me and I had told him that I was ready to lose my virginity. It had been amazing and even now, my body aches from the dream and I am positive that I won’t get to sleep again.

  Cursing, I turn over and stare at window. The shades are drawn but a small amount of light from the street outside spills through a crack between them. I try to erase the longing in my body as I squeeze my eyes shut. It has been years since I saw him last, but I can’t stop the memories from flooding back.

  I remember the first time I met Damon. He had drawn me in with his vibrant blue eyes and his dark black hair. I had wanted to brush the errant curl from his forehead before I traced the hard cheekbones down to his full lips. It wasn’t fair that such a beautiful man had come into my life and I would never be able to experience what it was like to have him make love to me.

  Groaning, I move my legs apart to relieve some of the tension that has built there. He was beautiful, tall, and so athletic. A competitive swimmer, he had the build of a Greek god, which I was really interested in when I was sixteen and first met him. He was nineteen and I found his gaze running over my shapely legs, my trim waist and my large breasts. Even at that age, I knew I gave plenty of boys wet dreams with my blonde hair and green eyes. The fact that I was a cheerleader only added to the allure that my sixteen-year-old self had.

  However, Damon was the only boy that had ever peaked my interest and I wanted to explore where this interest would take me. Then my mom said the words that broke my heart.

  “Mia, honey. This is Damon, he is Roger’s son...and your soon to be stepbrother.”

  I hadn’t done anything then, except introduce myself but when I finally got to my room that night, I had actually cried. It was bad enough that my mom was getting remarried but now the guy of my dreams was going to be my stepbrother.

  My hand slid down between the covers and I palmed the sensitive flesh between my thighs. It had been years since I had seen Damon but my body still yearned for him. In fact, I knew that a small part of why I was a virgin at twenty was because I had, and still wanted, Damon to be the one who took it.

  He almost did when I was eighteen and he was twenty-one. Actually, it was on my eighteenth birthday that he almost succeeded. I close my eyes again and bring that memory to mind.

  He was down from college to attend the party that my mom had set up. He was supposed to be decorating the hall my parents had rented for me and all my friends but at the last minute, my mom had asked him to take me out for lunch. I didn’t know this until I came downstairs in my little, pajama shorts and tank top and found him alone in the kitchen.

  ****

  Stopping in my tracks, my eyes travel down from his wide, bare chest to the light dusting of hair that started on his stomach and trailed down to dip below his sweat pants. I try not to follow the trail of hair but I can’t help myself and I look at the bulge in his pants. I can tell that he is really big and I lick my lips, wishing that the pants would slip a little farther.

  “Like what you see little sis,” he says and I glance up to see a cocky smile on his face.

  Heat flushes through me but I’m not sure if it is embarrassment or if I’m turned on by the promise flashing in his eyes. “Eww,” I breathe but it is the last thing I am thinking.

  “Don’t be gross, you’re my brother.”

  “Step brother,” he says and there is no laughter in his words, “We aren’t related in any way, only a series of unfortunate events has forced us together.”

  I wince at his words, “So you’re forced to be around me.”

  I feel sick. Of course, he couldn’t stand me. That was clear in the way he avoided coming home. In fact, if it wasn’t for his dad threatening to cut him off, I’m positive that he wouldn’t have come for my birthday. His eyes are filled with heat when I glance back up at him.

  “I’m not forced to be around you. What I meant is that if, and I mean if, my dad hadn’t married your mom, I would have asked you out on a date.”

  Gasping at the desire in his voice, I try to think of a witty comeback but there isn’t any. He has said exactly what I have wished he’d say since I was sixteen. I wanted him and it was just dumb luck that he was my stepbrother. I lean against the counter before lifting myself onto the edge. I don’t care about being the good little girl anymore. I want him to know what he does to me.

  “If it wasn’t for my mom, I would take you up on the offer.” I say and slightly spread my legs.

  His eyes darken with lust and he takes a step towards me. “Well, I was told to keep you entertained while they get the hall ready for your party today. What do you suggest I do?”

  I close my eyes and try to fight the tears that are in my eyes. It is unfair; everyone falls in love with a stranger but I had the bad luck to fall in love with a boy who was my stepbrother.

  I open them again and find him standing directly in front of me. I inhale the scent of him...he smells like home and my fingers ache to close the distance and pull him into me. I hesitate and then I am reaching.

  My hands slide over the silky warmth of his bare stomach and he shudders under my touch. His eyes burn into me and I know he won’t stop me. He wants this as much as I do. My fingers blaze a trail over his six-pack and then down to his hips. I hesitate for a second before I draw him closer.

  He slides between my legs and I feel his erection pressing against my core. I can’t stop myself as I shift my hips to slide against the length of him. He growls and I look up to see his square jaw clenched tight. Raising my one hand, I brush my fingers along the stubble on his cheek—he hasn’t shaven yet and I wonder what it would feel like against my delicate skin.

  As if reading my mind, Damon lowers his lips to my mouth. He kisses the corner of it and I shudder as the stubble scratches against my cheek. His erection pulses against my center and I feel heat and excitement building between my legs. His lips wander down from the corner of my mouth until he captures it completely in a tentative kiss.

  I simple enjoy the pressure of his lips against mine—something I have wanted for years now. He stills with me, his hands on either side of me resting on the counter. Opening my eyes, I realize that he is waiting for me to do something. Maybe he wants me to pull back in horror, maybe he wants me to hesitate and tell him no, maybe he wants me to open up completely for him.

  Whatever he is waiting for, it isn’t me plunging my hands into his silky locks and licking his lips open with my tongue. He tastes like strawberry yogurt, which he had just been eating from the fridge and I lick the sweetness from his mouth.

  He groans and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me deeper into him. I feel surrounded by his warmth and the heady scent that is completely him...it’s like nature and man all rolled into one. A wild storm that is about to sweep me away. And I am ready to be swept away.

  His tongue spars with mine and I suck it into my mouth
as we continue to kiss. I am lost in the sensation of his body against mine; his hard shaft rubbing over my clit and sending shivers of pleasure through me.

  He tears free of my mouth and I see the hunger in his eyes for a brief second before he kisses along my jaw to my neck. I lean back so he can have better access to my neck as he kisses down it. His teeth graze the tender flesh and I gasp in surprised delight.

  The sound draws his eyes up to me and he hesitates, unsure if I am going to stop him. I give him my answer as my hand slides into his sweatpants and I cup the large, thick heat. He groans and thrusts against my hand and I slide my fingers up and down the long shaft. He feels huge in my tiny hand and, for a moment, the virgin in me wants to run at the thought of him entering me.

  But each glide of my hand over his bulbous head excites me more and when he returns to ravaging my neck, I am lost in his embrace. Then he moves down to my breasts and slowly lifts my shirt. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before his tongue licks across the peaked flesh of my nipple.

  I groan my pleasure and squeeze his cock harder as I rub up and down the length. I can feel the sticky drop of his precum on my fingertips and I remove my hand from his pants to lick the sweet juice off my fingers. He curses and captures my nipple completely in his mouth, ravaging the nipple before soothing it.

  I thrust my hand back in his pants and rub his cock in time with his sucking. I feel lost in his arms and I can feel a coil building tighter and tighter in my body. It starts from my pussy and builds up through me until I don’t think I can stand it any longer.

  Then his fingers slide into my shorts and he captures the pearl of my excitement. I cry out as wave after wave rushes over me and my sweet juices coat his hand. He cries out a second after me and I feel his cum as his orgasm makes him rock harder against my hand.

  “Mia, we’ll be home in about ten minutes,” the sound of my mom’s voice fills the air and I realize that while we were making out, the phone had been ringing. The answering machine must have kicked on.

  And like that, all the passion is doused from my body and I see the horror and regret that Damon is feeling flash across his face...

  Chapter Two

  “Mia!”

  The sound of my name brings me back to reality and I look around my small bedroom. The memories of what I did with Damon still bring a blush of embarrassment and regret to my cheeks. We never spoke of that day again. Never tried to be around each other. It was our dark secret and I felt horrified that I had allowed my crush to go that far.

  I swore it would never happen again, but I also swore that I wouldn’t be with anyone else. It seemed silly after a few months but try as I might, I couldn’t feel that same attraction to anyone else. Damon had me...heart and soul...and it tore me up inside.

  I sigh and roll over, trying to find a comfortable spot in my bed. It has been two years since I saw Damon. He left later that day, before my party was even finished and hasn’t been back since. From what Mom has said, he moved out to California after graduating but I wasn’t invited to his college graduation...no one was.

  It was obvious that he felt just as disgusted with what we had done as I had...maybe more so. I was willing to see him again, I wanted to and it broke my heart every time he avoided coming home for a holiday.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I finally give up on sleep and kick off the blankets. I glance at the alarm clock and groan...four-thirty in the morning. I never got up this early and I really have no idea why today would be any different...especially when my mind kept drifting back to Damon. Despite how much it hurt to do so, I had blocked him from my mind for the last six months.

  Stretching, I run through my yoga exercises that I do every morning. The movements help me focus my mind, although I can still feel that memory in my body, whispering the excitement I had felt all those years ago. When I feel limber, I glance at the clock and realize that it is just after five-thirty.

  Glancing outside, I decide that it is close enough to my usual jogging time of six and head back into my bedroom. After throwing on a pair of sweats and a sweater, I lace up my runners and give one last glance around. I grab my iPhone, headphones and pepper spray before I lock up my apartment and head down the stairs to the lobby.

  Nodding to the doorman, I push through the doors into the cool morning air. Fall is my favorite time of year and I love jogging in the early fall mornings. A crisp nip in the air tickles my nose and my running shoes make a crunching sound on the fresh frost. My breath creates tiny puffs of fog as I race off down the street.

  I focus on my body, on the way I breathe in and out with every stride, on the way I can feel the exercise burning off the last of Damon’s phantom touch. I focus on the music playing in my ears as I begin to match my steps to the tempo of the songs. The streetlights glow above me and I can just see the first rays of the morning dawn as I catch my stride.

  Pushing away the thoughts of Damon, I remind myself that he is my stepbrother. That what happened was a momentary lapse in judgement. A schoolgirl crush that shouldn’t have happened. My steps drive me forward and I push away everything. It was wrong what I did with him; I can see that now. But it is that small part of my heart that wishes it wasn’t.

  Still, my mom would freak if she knew what had happened between us. At least I don’t have to let them know about that secret and they never asked why a relationship that had remained fairly easy between Damon and me was suddenly so tense and filled with avoidance.

  The best way to get over that guilt is to move forward, I silently chide myself as my legs stretch with every step. I need to stay focused on the road ahead of me, not the one I am running down but the future. I was in my own apartment, purchased with my inheritance from my dad’s estate. And I was in graduate school and working towards becoming a teacher. My whole world was laid out before me and I just had to stay focused on that.

  By the time I graduate and go on to teaching full time, I should be ready to put everything behind me...the lust...the crush...the guilt...my own disgust for letting things go that far. All of it can be put aside and I can meet a man who is meant for me.

  The noise of a vehicle cuts through my headphones and my thoughts. I glance back and see a huge motorcycle slowing down behind me. Fear lances through my heart and I quickly turn the corner to avoid the biker on it. Judging from the silhouette, it is a man, but his face is covered by the shield of his helmet.

  I quicken my stride but he keeps up with me. Horror at how stupid I am flashes through my mind like a warning light going off. I fumble with my pepper spray, praying that he will pass by and not get off the bike to...to...what? Rape me, mug me. A thousand dark thoughts roam through my head and my chest squeezes with my panic.

  “Mia!” The man yells.

  Oh my God! He knows my name...and I start running even faster.

  It must be some sicko who has been stalking me and I just allowed him easy access to me. I never run before dawn and I should have stuck to that rule, no matter how my disturbing thoughts had sent me fleeing from my apartment and the wet dream left tangled in my sheets. His bike picks up speed and there is nowhere for me to turn, so I go off road where he can’t follow.

  He pulls in front of me in a driveway and uses the bike to block my path as he flips up his shield and yells, “Mia, wait...don’t be scared. It’s me Damon.”

  My brain fills with white noise and I stare at the man sitting astride the bike, not really understanding what he is saying as my adrenalin pulses in my ears. “Damon?”

  You got to be kidding me.

  He smiles and I know it is him, as his features start to shift into focus for me. The same cocky and crooked smile, the square jaw, high cheekbones and the blue eyes that are as cold blue like a winter sky, his full lips that most girls would be envious of. Yep, it was Damon alright, but not him at the same time. He seems older than his twenty-three years, as though he has lived a lifetime since I had last seen him.

  Shaking my head, I smile and say,
“Damon! It is great to see you!”

  I run towards him and throw myself into the hug, ignoring the guilt that touching him brings into me. “What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live? How is California? Have you been here long? Does Mom and Frank know you’re here?”

  I fill the uncomfortable air with a stream of questions that he can’t possibly answer since I don’t even stop to take a breath. His laughter is warm and for a second, I feel like a little girl again with him teasing me.

  “I’m glad you are so excited to see me,” Damon says as he chuckles, “But why don’t we go back to your apartment and we can catch up there...that is if you are done jogging.”

  I nod, “Yeah, I can finish up. Why don’t I jog home and meet you at the apartment?”

  “Do you want a ride?”

  I look at his bike...a beautiful classic Harley. Obviously, Damon has inherited his dad’s love of Harleys. I spent every summer since my mom and him were married helping Frank fix up old bikes. As much as I would love to see what Damon’s bike could do, I eye it warily. There is no denying that I would love to ride his bike but everything in me knows I shouldn’t. Riding his bike could create a lot of problems that I just can’t deal with anymore.

  “No, I am going to finish my circuit. Why don’t I meet you at my apartment?” I suggest as I avoid looking at him.

  He laughs again, “Sure, I can meet you there, but try not to take too long. I already spent an hour yelling up to your apartment window.”

  I nod and start jogging as he races off, the sound of his bike echoing into the distance. Stopping, his words sink into my head and I realize the voice I heard calling my name wasn’t from my memory but must have been him.

  Chapter Three

  He looked so big and imposing sitting on my tiny sofa. I hesitated in the doorway as I brought in two mugs of coffee. He still took it black, although I could never understand why. The taste was too bitter for me and I needed it to have a little sweetness to it. Much like everything in my life, I tend to avoid anything bitter, which is probably why I am hiding in the doorway.