Chapter eight

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 I 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 becausehe’s never once acted like that with me, and Nicky is to him 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 [bike name], 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 the most 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 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.”

Nicky looks at the floor and smiles. Fucking hell that does something to me. I want him to have all the father-son moments with Kenny if it makes him smile like that.

Kenny opens the door, and Nicky walks in first. “Gargoyles,” he shouts. “This is my boy, Nicky.”

The room fills with cheers, and pretty soon Nicky and Kenny are surrounded by a bunch of Gargoyles and family happily welcoming Nicky into the fold.

“Hey, Toni,” I say after heading to the bar. “Can I get two beers and a cherry soda, please?”

“Sure thing, cutie.” Once she’s got them and sets them on the counter, she leans over in the flirty way she uses to get tips from the straights and newbs.

“Why do you insist on showing me your cleavage?” I ask her, taking a sip of my beer. This is a conversation we’ve had often. I know her answer better than I know my age.

“Because I have nice tits,” she tells me like I’m dumb. She looks over at the thinning crowd surrounding Kenny and Nicky. “The real question is, why does your new brother look like he swallowed a wasp?”

I look over at Nicky, and Toni’s assessment is spot on. His jaw is clenched so tightly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he cracks a tooth.

He says something to Kenny and then makes his way over just as Echo, Jet, Rex, and Fizz do.

“I guess I have some introductions to do,” I tell him, passing him a beer. “This is Nicky, aka Nipples, aka my future husband. If anyone attempts to flirt with him, ask him out, or just generally steal him from me, I will flood your bedroom with glitter and sand.”

Everyone except Nicky looks shocked. I don’t know why. They all know I’ve been obsessing over Nipples since I met him.

“Dimples,” Nicky huffs out like a curse.

“Waitt a fucking second,” Fizz says, coming out of his shock. “Dimples? He has a pet name for you?”

“Yeah, he loves my smile. Don’t you, baby?”

“So, this is you accepting nothing is going to happen between us?” Nicky says, eyes dancing in amusement.

“Nothing is going to happen…for now,” I correct him. All other words disappear from my tongue as I watch him slowly take a long swig of his beer. His Adam’s apple bobs and all I can think of is how he would likeswallowing my cum.

“I think we’re all a little bit pregnant after watching that,” Jet says, looking between Nicky and me.

“Oh, that reminds me, Echo. I read a super hot MPreg book by Roe Horvat. So fucking sexy, I had to jack off a few times while reading it.” Fizz says.

“I didn’t know you read books? I thought you came up with new ways to torture people in your spare time,” Jet smirks.

“Are you suggesting I can’t multi-task? Because I will slice into your balls as I read all about omega heats, and I won’t even break a sweat.”

“I fear you.”

“I am a sweetheart.”

“Nicky,” Kenny shouts, coming over with Mac. “I see Booker has introduced you to some of the guys. These are good men. Rex works in the Tattoo shop with Booker, Echo is in college, Jet is a nurse with Stells, and Fizz-”

“My job is classified until I get to know you better,” Fizz says with a strained smile, eyeing Nicky. “Unless you want to come up to my room? I could show you what I do.”

I stand up abruptly, all eyes turning to me.

“Toni, where is Nicky’s room? I want to help him get settled in.”

“I put him in the spare room next to you.”

Fuck yes. I forgot Kenny said he was going to arrange that. I want him as close to me as possible. It will be torture, but worth it when he finally accepts us. “Thanks, sweetheart,” I say as she hands me his room key. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. I look at Nicky, who is staring daggers at me.

What did I do?

“Let me show you where your room is,” I say, grabbing his arm and not giving him the chance to disagree. I pull him over to the stairs, ignoring the elevator. I can not wait for those ancient death traps. I need to get Nicky behind closed doors now.

He doesn’t say anything. Just lets me pull him along, which is useful, but I get the impression he has something to say.

“This is your room.” I unlock it, but before we go in, I point down the hall. “That’s my room if you need me for anything.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

Fucking hell Booker, you are such a dork.

He smiles and walks into the large open planned room. There is a kitchenette in one corner. A decent sized sofa, dresser, wardrobe, and large king-size bed.

“We have some spare television sets. I’ll have Jonas and Dai bring one up for you. Toni put on fresh bedding and fitted your bathroom out with clean towels and toiletries.”

“That’s nice of her,” he mumbles as he drops his saddlebags onto the sofa.

“Yeah, she’s great. Her dad is Mac. Kenny’s best friend and the Fallen Gargoyles VP. She’ll take you under her wing and help show you the ropes when I’m not around.” I want him to make friends here and see how much he loves it. I want this place to become his home.

With me

And I suppose Mom, Kenny, and Reed.

“That’s great,” he says, looking like it’s anything but. And it clicks.

“Nipples, are you jealous?” He’s looked crabby since I spoke to Toni.

“I really fucking am.” He runs a hand down his face and flops onto the sofa. “This is ridiculous. She’s your friend. I’m pretty sure you’re gay, and we aren’t together.”

“Yet.”

“Booker-”

I cut him off. “I meant what I said earlier. I will wait for you to be ready. There isn’t going to be anyone else for me.”

“I-”

“There won’t be anyone for you either.” I lean down and kiss him on his forehead. “Get settled in.”

I leave and head to my room.

I’ve had a few boyfriends over the years and never felt this intensity before. Nicky brings something out of me. I think it’s because I know he is the real deal.

And there is no fucking way I’m going to lose him.