Sneak Peek My Stepbrother Biker

GAGE

I didn’t lie when I told Letty on the night of the wedding that I’d be seeing her around, but I also didn’t confide that she wouldn’t be having any contact with me during those two years.

And now, after the long wait, I finally had permission to reappear in her life.

My right knee wouldn’t stop bouncing as I tapped my thigh, eager for church to end. Storm sent me a look as he noticed, and it distracted him. Shit. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back, stretching out my legs under the table in the center of the room. The club’s logo stretched across the surface, etched into the wood. The same emblem I wore on the back of my cut.

I prospected for this club in high school and patched in the summer after I graduated. The men gathered around this table were family. Not a soul related to me by blood. That didn’t matter in my world. We were brothers, bonded through our allegiance to the club and our way of life.

A concept my father would never understand. The only thing he recognized was dollar signs.

I focused on Storm’s words, refusing to steal a glance at my phone to check the time.

“Boomer, Wolf, get your asses to that meeting. We need eyes and ears on that shit. Don’t get seen and cock it up.”

They nodded, rising from the table to head out.

Blendcore Enterprises, my father’s company, merged corporations and sold goods and companies, whatever they could get their greedy hands on. Lately, that included weapons that supplied our enemies. We needed more intel and the only way to get it included spying on meetings between our rival club and the mediator from Blendcore.

“You sure that dancer from Show ‘N’ Tail got the info right?” Cash asked, flicking ash from his cigarette onto a tray. “Ain’t doubting your word, pres. Just lookin’ out.”

Storm grunted. “Yeah, she’s good for it. No love for the fuckers at Blendcore. They bought out the company that owned her apartment building and had her evicted.”

Damn. “Fuck,” I cursed, shaking my head. I hated hearing this shit. My father was ruthless, and his reputation was confirmed every time we learned something new.

“This ain’t on you, Blade,” Storm reminded me. “We’ve been over this shit.”

Yeah, I knew. “I still don’t like it.”

Cash gripped my shoulder, giving it a shake. “He’s his own man, just like you. Let it roll off.”

He was right. I nodded, giving Storm an anxious look.

“Church is dismissed. Get the fuck out of here,” Storm ordered. His gaze fixed on me as I stood. “Blade,” he growled.

“Yeah, pres?” I asked, anxious as fuck to get out the door.

“I know what these last two years cost you. It didn’t escape my notice.”

I dipped my chin, acknowledging his words.

“Not been easy for you, son, but things are about to change. Keep Letty safe. Whatever, however.”

Wow. I slapped my hand over my chest. “Thank you, pres.”

“You understand why I had to do it, right?”

His order. The one that kept me from the girl I loved for two fucking years. The agony of it burned in my gut.

“I see you, Blade. I fucking know it hurt, but she was sixteen. Fucking sixteen , and you were almost nineteen. Had to keep you clear of that shit.”

“I know.” I hated it. I would have been with her the whole time. Would that have placed her in additional danger? I couldn’t say. My protection never wavered. From the moment I left that wedding, I kept an eye on Letty. If I wasn’t around, I asked another prospect. She never went without me or one of my guys. No one fucked with my girl.

And no one fucked my girl. I made sure of that.

“I hear you, pres.”

Cash sighed. “The shit with her mom and your dad, it had to stay clear from both of you. It was necessary.”

“Yeah.” They weren’t wrong, but I wish I could have explained before I walked away. I left Letty with vague comments and a promise she didn’t understand.

And then, this morning, our rival threatened Mifflin and his family. The Crimson Heretics felt cheated by Mifflin’s latest deal, pinching off a considerable percentage of their profits. Pissed, their president sent two of his men, who gunned down Mifflin’s secretary and left him a package that included her severed hand and a warning. A photo of Cynthia and Letty splashed with blood.

How did we know?

Because Candy Cane, the stripper from Show ‘N’ Tail, had a magical pussy that seemed to keep Mifflin addicted. He liked to talk to her, thinking she kept his secrets. She never did.

Funny enough, Candy Cane had a thing for Storm. Whatever he wanted, she did. Only with Storm, she knew better than ever to try to betray him.

So, here I stood, waiting for permission to get to my girl. Sure, a prospect arrived at the high school stadium in case shit went down before I could come, but I hated the delay.

“Pres,” I pleaded.

He ticked his chin toward the door. “Go. You keep me informed. Got it?”

“Yeah, pres!” I shouted, running out of the goddamn door like my ass was on fire.

Just the idea of being close to Letty again, speaking to her, and breathing the same fucking air pulsed a need in me so fucking deep that I didn’t know how I would stay in control once I had a chance to touch her. The ride on my Harley took fifteen minutes. Way too fucking long.

I almost missed her fucking graduation. I arrived in time to see her step onto the stage, relieved to confirm she was alive, unharmed, and as beautiful as ever.

“Leticia Marie Jacobs.”

Her name was announced, and she glided across that stage with a smile so fucking huge I clutched my chest to ensure my heart still beat inside it. I waited at the bottom of the stairs, knowing she had to exit where I stood.

She didn’t see me at first, but when we touched, she fucking felt the connection. Her head snapped to the side, and her lips parted. Shock flittered over her features.

That’s right, baby. I’m back.

Nothing would tear us apart again.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her, holding her hand because I needed that contact. I had to feel the warmth and breathe in her sweet scent. My thumb caressed her skin for the remainder of the graduation ceremony. Once it ended, we stood as Cynthia congratulated her daughter.

My focus turned to the mother. Would she stay with Letty and out of trouble?

She slid her gaze across mine, meeting long enough for me to understand that she had to leave. Cynthia hid the shit with Mifflin from her daughter for two years. She tried to protect her and failed. My father only cared about himself. She learned that lesson far too late.

There wasn’t a soul he wouldn’t sacrifice to stay at the top. That included his wife, son, and stepdaughter.

After we stopped inside the school and the girls picked up their belongings, we walked to the parking lot.

“You’re with me,” I announced to Letty. “Come on, Beautiful. I’ll follow Ava.”

I led her toward the black Mustang I borrowed for the day, leaving my bike for the prospect. He’d ride it back to the clubhouse. Tomorrow, I’d switch them out for my bike.

Her eyes widened when she saw the car. “You have a Mustang?”

“Tonight I do.”

She stared, unmoving.

“Love, I knew you’d be in a dress and heels. Not exactly the right clothes to ride me.”

She arched a brow, caught my meaning, and blushed as pink colored her cheeks. “Ride your bike, you mean.”

“Right.”

I opened the door, devouring every inch of skin she exposed, and shut it once she had buckled her seatbelt. “What are your plans tonight?” I asked to make conversation once we left the lot.

“Parties.” She shrugged. “Probably a lot of them.”

Yeah, I figured. I did the same when I graduated, only instead of getting my dick wet, I spent the night wishing she was with me and getting drunk off my ass.

She wouldn’t be drinking that much on my watch.

The dinner bored me. My attention kept drifting to Letty’s toned, silky legs, and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. I slid my palm over one thigh, hiding my movements underneath the tablecloth. We sat with our backs to the wall, pushed in close enough that no one would see unless they ducked under.

With slow, careful caresses, I rubbed circles over her bare flesh, kneading the soft skin.

Her lips parted, and she tried to pry my hand off, only to find I wouldn’t budge.

She was a temptation I couldn’t indulge in for so long that now I had no way to fight it. All the time apart increased my need and spiked my lust and desire to new heights, the denial sparking a possessive, obsessive drive that could only be tamed by making her mine. In every fucking way.

“Gage,” she whispered, trying to keep the moan out of her voice.

“Yeah, Beautiful?” I asked, sliding my hand to the right, reaching the edge of her panties.

“You can’t,” she began, gripping the arm of the chair when I slid a finger beneath the fabric, teasing the seam of her slit, daring to push through and find the slick proof of her arousal.

“I can,” I growled as I leaned down, whispering into her ear. The loud restaurant blocked us from being heard. “I need a taste.”

I pulled my hand back, lifting it without brushing her skin, and went straight to my mouth, sucking on the finger as she stared.

Her pupils blew wide. Lust darkened the shade of blue in her eyes until I stared into sparkling sapphires. So fucking gorgeous. I needed to wake up every fucking day to those pretty eyes and that tempting mouth.

“So fucking good,” I told her, swirling my tongue before pulling my finger from my mouth, lowering my hand, subtly making my way across her thigh.

This time, she opened wider, letting me have better access.

“So impatient,” I murmured, kissing the pulse point below her ear. “Do you think they’ll notice when I make you come?”

She gasped. “Gage.”

“The taste of you, Beautiful. It’s burned into my brain. I can’t function without it.”

Her legs closed so fast I nearly growled. “And yet you stayed away.”

She shoved my hand to the side, and I let her.

“This conversation isn’t over, baby.” I sat back, picked up my drink, and drained the cup.

“What if I say it is?”

Oh, Beautiful, this isn’t a game, but if you want to play, I’ll win.

I captured her hand, lifted it above the table, and pressed my lips to the surface, stroking once with my tongue. “Challenge accepted, Beautiful.”

Her hand pulled away, but not before I caught the hunger she tried to hide.

Tonight, one way or another, we were hashing this out, preferably with my tongue or lips on her body.

My Stepbrother Biker , Summit Hill Vipers releases April 2025.