Chapter seven

Taking a deep breath, I knock on Kenny’s front door. It’s a really friendly looking house in a nice-looking neighborhood. Though I think all of Vigo Falls seem to be nice.

I know I don’t need to be this nervous, but I am. I have a whole arse family behind this door. If I’m being really fucking honest, it’s all I’ve ever really wanted. Proper parents and siblings. Maybe a pet bunny or some shit.

A cute little grey one called Heather.

I wonder if you can teach bunnies to do tricks? That would be so fucking cute. I successfully distract myself for about five seconds before I hear a muffled “he’s here,” and the door swings open, and I’m face to face with Kenny again.

“Hi,” I wave like an awkward idiot. “I hope it’s okay. I parked my bike in the driveway?”

“Of course, come on in,” he says, looking so happy to see me. I’m not used to this from anyone other than Max. It’s kinda disarming.

“Thanks,” I say, walking down the hall. I don’t know a lot about interior design, but I know my mom would salivate over the hardwood flooring and the light fixtures.

“Come through and meet Stella and Reed. Booker should be here any minute. He was just finishing up with a client.” He says as we walk into the living room. Standing in the middle of the room is a kind-looking woman bouncing on her toes. She’s about the same height as Kenny, with long silver hair and what looks like a tattoo sleeve peeking out of her t-shirt on her right arm.

Stella is seriously cool.

“Hi,” she says, looking like she’s restraining herself. “Can I hug you?”

“Of course.”

“You sure, because you don’t need to be polite. We respect boundaries in this home.”

“Thank you, but I’m sure. She squeals and then launches herself at me, wrapping me in a bear hug. This feels like what a mom hug should feel like, and I can’t help but relax into it. I see Kenny out of the corner of my eye, and he looks like he’s about to break out into happy tears.

Stella lets me go, eventually, and pulls me to the large couch. “Reed, say hello to Nicky?”

For the first time, I notice a teen sitting in an armchair opposite the couch, playing on their phone. He looks up briefly, and I see my own eyes staring back at me.

That is so weird.

“Hey,” he says in a bored tone before turning to Stella. “What time is Booker getting here?”

Okay, so we definitely have one member of this family who is not in my fan club. Why did it have to be the teenager? Those fuckers can be scary.

“He’ll be here any minute,” Stella says to Reed with a frown. He just nods and goes back to his phone. “Kenny, have you warned Nicky about Booker?”

“Shit, no,” he says, running his hand through his hair looking nervous. Which of course, makes me nervous. Am I going to have to deal with two pissed off brothers? Maybe staying for a visit this soon isn’t a great idea.

“Booker met a guy and needs help to track him down. When I mentioned that you worked with computers, he got it into his head that this meant you’d be able to help him find his man.” Kenny pauses when he sees me smirking. I can’t help it. This is my specialty. And if it will make one of these brothers like me, I’m all for it.

“Finding people is what I’m good at,” Kenny cocks his head but doesn’t say anymore. I have a feeling I’m going to get asked to expand when we aren’t around his-our-family. “I’d be happy to help Booker find his guy.”

I don’t add as long as Booker isn’t trying to find him for bad reasons, but I think it, and I mean it.

“Oh, he will be so pleased,” Stella says, beaming at me.

“It’s so weird seeing him love sick over a guy,” Reed pipes up, looking at his mom and definitely ignoring me.

Before anyone else has anything else to say, there is the telling rumble of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway.

“That’s him,” Stella says, clapping her hands. She reminds me a little of Max’s friend Celeste, but a lot more happy. It’s a bit disarming. “We’re going to have all our boys together for the first time.”

Reed rolls their eyes. “You’ve only known about him for three weeks. Don’t make it sound like you’ve been waiting years for this moment.”

“Reed,” Kenny says, in what I’m guessing is his dad voice. He doesn’t have a chance to say anything else because at that moment, the infamous Booker crashes through the front door.

“I’m here, I can’t wait to meet my new-” he says, walking into the lounge. It feels like all the air is knocked out of me the moment I lay eyes on his smiling face.

Dimples.

It’s the man from the bar. The man I left in my motel room half a week ago. The man who has constantly invaded my thoughts. The man who fucked me so good, I can still feel the ghost of his dick.

He’s here

He’s Booker

Shit.

He’s my stepbrother.

Maybe we can just play this cool. I mean, he is not going to want his parents to know we fucked. Why would he?

Be cool.

He’s looking at me, mouth agape. Clearly, his brain didn’t get the be cool memo. I stand up from the couch and plaster a smile onto my face.

“Nipples?”

Okay, we can play that off as something innocent.

Booker strides towards me, looking so fucking hot I want to lick his entire body. I bet even his armpits taste as great as his dick. He doesn’t pause when he reaches me. He cups my jaw and pulls me in for a toe curling kiss, forcing his tongue past my lips and owning my mouth.

I do my best not to whimper, but I’m not sure how successful I am.

I’ve missed this. How have I missed this? It’s been four days, and it was only one night.

My hands find their way to his waist, and I feel the heat of his skin through his clothes. Just as I’m about to pull him closer and grind my dick into his, a throat clears, pulling me from this lust-filled haze and Dimples' lips.

Booker.

He’s Booker, not Dimples.

Fuck me, we just made out in front of our parents.

I drop my hands from his waist, and his leave my jaw, but don’t go far, resting on my shoulders.

“Did you call him Nipples?” Kenny asks, head swiveling between the two of us. Not sure that would be my first question if I just witnessed my son and stepson making out, but to each their own. “Nipples? As in the one-night stand guy you’re obsessed with and want to hunt down?”

“Yeah,” he says, looking ecstatic and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Your kid is fucking good. Does he want a job at the club? Where is he?” He presses a kiss to my temple.

“You are such a dipshit, Booker,” Reed snorts, not looking up from his phone.

He looks at Reed, adorably confused. “What?”

“My kid is currently in your arms,” Kenny says patiently to Booker. “Reed, don’t swear at your brother.”

Booker looks down at me. “You’re Kenny’s son?”

“I am.” Kenny’s comment about me being in Booker’s arms finally sinks in. I shrug out of Booker’s hold. “I think we need to talk.”

Booker crosses his arms with a scowl. “I don’t think I’m going to like what you have to say.”

“Please, Dim-uh Booker, can we go somewhere private?”

“Did you just call him dim?” Reed shouts, standing from the chair and looking at me furiously. “How fucking dare you, you arrogant prick!”

Resisting the urge to curl in on myself, I open my mouth to explain, but Booker gets there first.

“Dude, you’re being dramatic. He wasn’t calling me dim, he was going to call me Dimples. He thinks they’re cute.” He intervenes with a huge grin, showing them off.

They’re more than fucking cute, they are downright pornographic. I jerked myself off in the shower this morning, thinking about his dimples.

I look over at Kenny and the massive scowl on his face.

Well, this all went to shit faster than even I could have predicted.

“Come on, Nips,” Booker says, placing a hand on the small of my back. Let me show you the garden, and we’ll have a chat.” I just nod and let him guide me where he wants to go.

Once we clear the back door, he grabs my hand and pulls me all the way down to the back, where there are trees, and we can’t be seen. He pushes me up against a large oak and claims my mouth again while he grinds his hard dick against mine.

Every single thought leaves my brain.

Poof.

Booker invades all of my senses, owning me once more.

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.