Biker Stepbrother - Part Three

 

 

BIKER

STEPBROTHER

Part 3

 

 

 

ROSSI ST. JAMES

 

 

 

 

COPYRIGHT 2015 ROSSI ST. JAMES

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or, if an actual place, are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

 

 

 

DEDICATION

To my college writing professor, Mr. Billman. Thanks for believing in me.

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DESCRIPTION

When Gray Daughtry gets the call that he’s needed back in Bolton, Nevada, he’s assured his name has been cleared. But Eve’s not so sure. Little Nash Daughtry’s not so little anymore and Eve sees something sinister behind his eyes.

Can she talk him out of returning to the clubhouse to clear is name or will his alpha attitude get the best of him?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Final installment in the BIKER STEPBROTHER serial. No cliffhanger. Intended for readers 18+ due to sexual content.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

 

ONE – Everly

TWO - Gray

THREE - Everly

FOUR - Gray

FIVE - Everly

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

THANK YOU

 

 

One – EVERLY

 

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.

 

TWO – GRAY

 

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.

 

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