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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

Ithink 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 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 because he’s never once acted like that with me, and Nicky is 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 Harley Cruiser, 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 themost 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 that 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.”

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