Bad Biker Stepbrother 3

by Black, Michelle

  Damon grins his wicked grin, and Mia groans silently. He is definitely out to prove a point. “Oh, I am quite comfortable where I am, Judy. Aren’t you comfortable, honey?”

  Mia nods and stares down at the lasagna her mom placed on the table. The steaming dish smells delicious but her appetite is gone. “Frank?” Judy’s voice is shrill, and she is still standing beside her chair, her mouth opening and closing like she is in shock.

  “Judy, leave them be,” Frank finally says as he looks between Damon and his wife. It is clear that Damon is ready to fight the seat change and Mia is not going to argue with anyone. “As much as we have problems with their relationship...we are going to have to accept it eventually. It is clear they are in love.”

  He slams the bowl filled with garlic bread onto the table and uncorks the red wine he is holding in his other hand. Splashing the ruby liquid into a wine glass, Frank picks it up and takes a long swallow.

  “So, tell me,” he says as he sits down in his seat and begins dishing out the lasagna, “what are your plans?”

  Mia’s mom stares at Frank, her mouth hanging open as tears glisten in her eyes. Mia is positive that they are tears of anger and her mom will make Frank pay for talking to her like that. It will probably be after they leave, but he will definitely pay. Damon shoots Judy a triumphant smile before he turns to his dad. “Well, after we are done having dinner here, we are going to stay the night at Mia’s apartment and then we are going to Florida.”

  “Florida!” Judy gasps, her eyes searching Mia’s face in despair.

  “Judy,” Frank says quietly, but she doesn’t turn her eyes to him. “Judy, honey. Why don’t you sit down and join us?”

  Shaking herself like she just realized she was standing, Judy slides into her chair and stares woodenly at Mia and Damon. “Why Florida?”

  Finally looking up from her plate, Mia glances at her mom...her eyes pleading with her to just accept her and Damon, “We want to go somewhere warm, but still be in the country. Florida sounds nice, and Damon owns a house right on the beach there. It will be wonderful to go there and get everything figured out.”

  Frank leans back, his meal untouched as he drains his wineglass. Damon grins at him and shifts in his seat, rubbing his leg against Mia’s. Passion flares in her eyes as his light touch shoots lightening right to her core. She tries to hide her reaction, but it is clear that he knows exactly what he is doing to her.

  “What do you need to get figured out?” Judy’s voice breaks through the desire threatening to engulf Mia.

  “You know,” she begins, “Where I am going to finish school? Where we are going to live together? Are we going to move forward and get married? Have kids?”

  Damon sputters on his wine and everyone glances at him. Mia shoots him a dirty look, which he meets with a grin. “I didn’t think you were planning that far ahead,” he says and his hand drops to his lap as his leg caresses hers again.

  Mia nods, heat turning her cheeks pink as she feels his hand sliding up her leg, although he looks like he is doing nothing, but focusing on his meal. “Don’t you?” she asks.

  “Of course I do, but I didn’t think you were.” His smile is blinding, but all Mia can think about is his hand creeping up her thigh towards her apex. Her center clenches in anticipation and she can’t help but feel this strange mixture of heat and horror. As he flicks her skirt up and his fingers touch the bare flesh of her skin, she can’t help regretting her choice of attire.

  “So, to answer your question, Judy,” Damon continues since Mia is obviously preoccupied, “we are spending some time in Florida to plan our future together...and there will be a future.”

  Anger flashes in Judy’s eyes and, for a moment, Mia wants to take it all back, but then Frank’s happy voice says, “Good, good. I am so happy for you both. Who would have thought that you two would wind up together? I was positive you hated her when she was a teen, Damon.”

  “Oh, I did. But she grew on me.” Damon laughs as his hand presses against Mia’s panties. She gasps at the intense need filling her. She needs to get out of here so she can feel Damon deep inside her.

  “Hot,” she murmurs as Frank and her mom glance at her. Her face reddens even more, and she shoots a dirty look at Damon.

  “So, did I tell you I am building a new bike?” Frank asks and then all eyes are off of Mia as Frank and Damon start talking bikes. Occasionally, Mia’s mom adds something and for the first time all evening, it seems like old times when Damon would come home from school.

  Well...almost like old times. Damon’s fingers never burned her skin or pressed against her clit under the dinner table back then like they are doing today. Mia can’t help but squirm as her senses are taken over by Damon. All she can think about is him and the naughty circles his fingers are making on her body. She wanted to feel him everywhere and she wanted to suck his shaft into her mouth.

  The other diners at the table didn’t seem to notice her discomfort and they continued their conversation, discussing everything from Frank’s bike to Judy’s scrapbooking club. They even talked about Damon’s house in Florida, but Mia was barely present for the conversation.

  As the meal wound down, Mia felt as tight as a spring and is practically bouncing in her seat. Damon shoots her a wicked-as-sin smile and it hints at all the things they will be doing tonight.

  “Why don’t you and Mia check out my bike? Judy and I can do the dishes and then we have to head out to grab dessert. I forgot to pick it up at the store, and I thought I would go and pick up some sundaes from the ice cream parlor like ol’ times,” Frank offers.

  “Do you want us to come with you?” Mia asks. As much as she wants to be alone with Damon, she isn’t sure if she should be alone with him here.

  “No, Mia. Frank and I need to talk,” her mom answers quickly.

  Lowering her eyes to the floor, Mia nods and then she feels Damon’s large hand covering hers. “Come on, sweetheart,” he whispers against her ear, “Let’s go and see Dad’s new bike.”

  ****

  The house is empty behind them and Mia listens as she hears Frank’s car pull out of the driveway. Alone with Damon! Just like she wanted, but now she isn’t too sure. He is standing against Frank’s workbench, his eyes full of lust as he takes her in.

  She ignores him as she looks at the beautiful machine standing in the center of the garage. “He really knows his bikes,” she murmurs in an effort to get Damon’s focus on the bike.

  Damon’s eyes flick to the bike before he turns them back on Mia. She shifts under his perusal as he says, “Yeah, my dad always had a good taste in bikes...still does...but it’s not the bike I’m interested in right now.”

  Her eyes flick up to Damon’s, and she can’t help herself but to ask, “And what are you interested in?”

  His eyes are smoldering as he says, “You and your beautiful legs wrapped around my legs as my cock pumps deep inside of you.”

  Mia can feel the blush in her cheeks and she shakes her head, “Not going to happen...”

  “Really? I think you’re wrong there.” He stands up straight and crooks a finger at her, “Come here.”

  Shaking her head, she laughs, “I don’t think so.”

  “Mia,” his voice a growl that she can practically feel, “come here.”

  Hesitating for a moment, Mia finally shrugs her shoulders and walks over to him. She can see the lust in his eyes, and she sways her hips in a seductive movement as she walks. She knows she’s playing with fire, but she doesn’t care. When Mia is two feet from him, she says sweetly, “There, I came, and now we should go and wait for dessert.”

  Damon grins, “No, you didn’t come, and you are what I want for dessert.”

  He closes the distance between them and catches her before Mia can slip away. He pulls her into his body and crushes her to his chest. Capturing her mouth, his kiss is hot and possessive. Mia whimpers at the need ripping through her, and she tilts her head back so he can claim her mouth completely.r />
  His tongue sweeps inside and he sucks her tongue into his mouth. His erection presses against her stomach, and Mia reaches between them to cup it. Damon moans into her mouth and Mia breaks the kiss. She is aware that her eyes are probably as feverish as his, but she doesn’t care. She steps away from him and walks over to the garage door.

  Sliding the lock into place that Frank had installed so he wasn’t disturbed when he was building, Mia turns back around and sees Damon following her every step. “So you want dessert,” she coos.

  Damon nods slowly. “Well, not until I get my dessert,” she says as she slinks back towards him. Dropping to her knees, she undoes his belt and zipper. Reaching inside, she pulls out his cock and slides her hand up and down the silky skin.

  “I have been wanting to suck on this since Chicago, and if you want to be naughty here...then I am going to enjoy every second of it.”

  With a wicked grin, Mia sticks out her tongue and licks the shaft from root to tip. Damon’s pre-cum glistens on the tip, and she sucks the drop of it off of his dick. She sighs, “That tastes so good.”

  Sucking his length into her mouth, she relaxes her throat and swallows every last inch of him. Damon curses and his hands go to her hair, ripping out the tie that is holding it up. Mia’s hair cascades down her back, but she doesn’t notice. Instead, she focuses on the salty taste of Damon as his cock slides in and out of her mouth.

  She wraps her hands around his hips and guides his movements as he fucks her mouth. She sucks and nips and slurps up Damon’s shaft, and he cries out as his climax begins to build. Hissing, Damon cries, “Mia…I’m going to cum.”

  Giving him a saucy look, Mia says, “I know, and I am going to enjoy all of it. Cum for me baby.”

  She palms the lower half of his dick and starts stroking him as her lips wrap around the tip. She sucks as her hands pump faster and faster. Damon shakes under her ministrations, her hand clenched in his fist as he moves with her. Finally, he yells and his hot seed slides down her throat. Mia swallows it and continues to suck until she has swallowed all of his seed.

  Standing up, she smiles. “There, that should teach you to be naughty.”

  Damon collapses back against the workbench. “Yeah,” he groans, “but not in the way you think. I plan on being naughty every day.”

  Laughing, Mia goes to walk away, but her laughter dies as Damon’s arms wrap around her waist. He lifts her up like she weighs nothing and sits her on the edge of the workbench. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growls.

  “I didn’t think...oh,” Mia says as she feels Damon’s hard as steel erection press against her pantied clit.

  He smiles, and his hands slide to her skirt, forcing it up around her waist. His fingers twist in her panties and Mia gasps as he rips the fabric free of her body. “I need to be inside you so bad,” he groans as he pumps his shaft a few times.

  Then he is pushing into her; his cock spreading her wet pussy as he buries himself to the shaft. Mia’s legs wrap around his waist and she digs her nails into his back. They move together, kissing as Damon thrusts into her...deeper and deeper.

  Mia’s stomach is tight as the coil of need, the one that has been wound since Chicago, spins even tighter, but she is breathless as she reaches for that climax. It hangs just out of reach, and she feels tears of frustration welling in her eyes. Damon reaches between them and presses his thumb against her clit, and it is all she needs.

  Her orgasms rips through her as she screams against Damon’s neck. Her pussy ripples against his cock and sucks him in deeper. With a satisfied yell, Damon cums deep inside her and he collapses against her. Both of their breathing is labored as they try to catch their breath.

  Breaking free, Damon takes the ripped panties and wipes his seed from her leg. Mia blushes, but before she can say anything, she hears, “Kids! We’re back with dessert.”

  “Oh God!” she groans in horror. “Do you think they heard us?”

  Damon’s eyes sparkle with laughter as he smoothes her skirt down, “Probably not, but your neighbors are going to hear you tonight when we get home. Now fix your hair and let’s go have dessert.”

  Chapter Four

  “Mia, can you serve that table over there?” Jake asks as he points to the table at the far side of the bar. “I have to go and unload today’s shipment.”

  Shaking herself from her thoughts, Mia gives one last glance at the ocean she had just been staring at. Damon and she had been in Florida for almost two months now, and life was almost perfect. The only thing that wasn’t perfect was how she spent her time. Class was done until the fall, and she was bored...okay, that was an understatement; she was bored out of her mind.

  In an effort to create some type of schedule to their life, Damon had taken a job at a motorcycle shop. It wasn’t that they needed money. Mia had her dad’s inheritance, which was quite large, and Damon had the money he had made in his past life. They could live their days quite comfortably, but Damon didn’t feel comfortable standing still. He needed to work.

  Besides, as he had assured her repeatedly, it would look less suspicious if he was working. He had found a job at a motorcycle shop and Mia could tell that he loved his job. But that also meant that she was left to her own devices over forty hours a week. While the beach was always calling to her, she had no interest to sit around, either.

  Finally, after several arguments with Damon, Mia had found a job of her own and was happy working here part time. It wasn’t a dream job, but the bar was a quiet bar and grill that was popular with tourists. It also had the added bonus of offering her afternoon shifts so she could go home and spend her nights making love to Damon.

  Sighing, Mia picks up her pad and pen and heads over to the table. A group of men are surrounding it, and they don’t really look like the average tourists. Each of them wore a leather jacket, despite the heat of the Florida sun, and they had long hair and beards. They looked a lot like the gang members that Damon had left behind.

  Apprehension flits down her spine, but she shrugs it off. They haven’t heard from the gang since after the attack when Damon’s associate sent him a card to get well. In it, he explained that everything was taken care of and they wouldn’t be bothered again.

  With all the dirt Damon had on the gang, she doubted they would try to find them now. Pasting on her biggest smile, Mia says, “Good afternoon. What can I get you?”

  The men look up and Mia can’t help but fidget under their perusal. One of them, his eyelid and cheek bearing a nasty scar, gives her a once over before he says, “We’ll have a three pitchers of the house special and five glasses to start.”

  “Okay,” Mia says, “would you like anything to eat?”

  “Yeah, but just bring the beer for now. We will order shortly.”

  Mia nods and heads back to the bar. Normally, she only works bar, but with everything being so slow and Jake outback loading, she would have to deal with the bikers for a little bit. Filling the pitchers, Mia iced the five glasses before taking them to the table. Pouring the first round, she says, “When you’re ready to order, just wave me over.”

  Returning to the bar, she began to dust the shelves...stopping long enough to serve the few customers stumbling in from the sweltering heat outside. Mia loved it, but a part of her did miss the cooler temperatures of her hometown.

  A hand falls on Mia’s shoulder and she jumps in surprise. Whirling around, she smiles as she takes in the tan face of Jake. If she wasn’t head over heels in love with Damon, Jake would have definitely peaked her interest.

  He was tall, about six foot three and has blond hair that is cut in an almost surfer boy style. His eyes are a brilliant sapphire blue and the dimples on his cheeks make every woman swoon.

  The tattoos up his arms hinted at a lot more, but she wasn’t curious about seeing them. A lot of the girls who worked in the bar had seen them...Jake was definitely a player and he had only been working here a week after she had started.

  “Sorry,” he
grins. “Did I scare you?”

  Mia laughs, “You couldn’t scare a flea. I was just focused on my work.”

  “Yeah, it’s riveting stuff. Wouldn’t you rather work somewhere else? I mean, it kind of sucks here.” He walks over to the bar and starts loading cases of beer on the counter.

  Mia walks over and begins unloading the cases of beer that he is stocking. “It’s not too bad. Besides, it’s just a summer job until I go back and finish school in the fall. After that, I plan on teaching.”

  She hadn’t been sure about her future until that very moment. She had planned on finishing school...if not for herself, at least for her mom, but she hadn’t thought about what she wanted to do after. She figured it would be hard to work anywhere but bars, considering the life Damon had left behind. Maybe she could start teaching once they decided where they wanted to settle.

  “So why don’t you take the summer off and enjoy the weather? I mean, who wants to hang out with drunk guys groping you all the time?”

  Mia laughs, “You sound like Damon.” Her expression twists into a frown as she thinks about her beautiful lover.

  He is furious about her working here and they were still fighting about it. When she first mentioned getting a job, he had told her no. Enjoy the summer, get out and see the beaches, be a good little housewife. She had been so angry with him that she had taken up residence in the guestroom.

  She had lived there for two days before he came into her room and took her against the wall. She had writhed against him, angry and turned on, a strange combination. Blushing, she remembered his hands capturing her wrist as he held them above her. His cock had slammed into her body, and she had met his thrust with her own need. It had been a wild ride and they had both cum, screaming out their ecstasy.

  He had ended their lovemaking by scooping her up and taking her to their room. She’d thought the fight was over, but they were still fighting.

  And it got even worse when she ignored what he wanted and found a job at the bar. It was exactly the place that he didn’t want her to be. Her first night on the job had started a fight that still continued a month later.