Bad Biker Stepbrother 3 (2 page)

Tears slide from Mia’s eyes. “You don’t have to protect me,” she whispers, “I’m safe and your past isn’t going to hurt me. We are going to move forward and live a life full of love.”

He leans down, his eyes sparkling with joy, “Then we should get started on that,” and his kiss captures not only her mouth, but her soul.

Chapter Two

Mia presses against Damon as they lie on the bed together. He has been home for a few days and outside of a few heavy petting sessions, they hadn’t made love. It was as frustrating as it was heart wrenching, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, Mia fell into the role of Damon’s nurse and spent most of the time helping him heal.

She shuttled him back and forth from the physical therapy that he had several times a week, and she made sure he was eating and taking care of himself. When he needed her, she curled against him and lent her warmth to him. He had nightmares, but Mia wasn’t sure if it was him remembering the attack or him remembering his past...he never told her.

Sighing, she shifts slightly and stares at the clock. Four a.m. and she hasn’t slept at all. Peering at the shadowed figure of Damon, she watches his chest rise and fall with his steady breathing. That had changed about their relationship, as well—she used to be the one who would sleep all night and he would lie awake watching her.

Mia slides from the bed and grabs her yoga pants and a t-shirt. Tiptoeing out of the room, she gets dressed in the guest bathroom and then grabs her running shoes. Glancing, longingly, at the Chicago skyline, Mia decides to head downstairs to the gym. It is safer than the streets, and besides, Damon would freak if he finds out she went for a run at his hour. At least in the gym, there was no risk of being mugged.

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With the song playing in her headphones, Mia matches the tempo of the fast song as her strides eat up the miles on the treadmill. Her body feels like spaghetti...completely spent...but she still runs. She needs the burn, needs to work out the desire coursing through her day and night. She wants to touch Damon, to lick his skin and slide her mouth over his smooth cock. She can image the swell of the flesh as it slides down her flesh—imagine the salty taste of his pre-cum as her tongue laps it up.

“Get a grip Mia,” she groans aloud as she increases her speed.
God, she feels like a horny teenager.

The hum of the treadmill competes with the noise of her iPod, and she forces her mind to focus on the miles ticking by on the display. She doesn’t notice the person in the gym with her until a hand reaches out and grabs her shoulder. Screaming in surprise, Mia stumbles and falls...her hands swinging out in an effort to stop her fall.

Strong hands catch her before she lands, and she is whisked into even stronger arms. She stares up, her heart thumping loudly, into the sexy eyes of Damon. “What are you doing down here? Do you know what time it is?” he demands, his lips a hard line.

“Five or five thirty?” she guesses, “I couldn’t sleep so I came down to run before you got up.”

“Do you know how dangerous that is?” His arms tighten around her, and she shifts uncomfortably.

Mia pushes against him, “Let go of me, Damon,” she demands. “It is perfectly safe in this building. No one can get in without running into security, and everyone in the building is asleep right now...except the night security and us.”

The fight leaves Damon’s eyes, and he puts her down before steadying her until she catches her balance. She glares at him... all her frustration bubbling to the surface. He is holding back, and she knows it. Despite everything they have said to each other, he is keeping a distance between them and it is damn frustrating. “Why are you running this early?” he asks again, his voice softer this time.

Mia curses him silently...she wants the fight, wants the alpha to come out and claim her. “Because I couldn’t sleep...like I told you,” she snaps. “I feel a lot of stress right now and running relaxes me. And now you have gone and ruined that.”

Turning away from him, she stomps towards the women’s locker room and the private steam room in there. She strips out of her sweaty gym clothes and wraps a towel around herself before she steps into the room. Sighing, she breathes in the heat and feels her muscles easing almost instantly.

Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on the heat and not on how good Damon had looked all rumpled from sleep. She feels a thrum of guilt over him waking up and finding her gone. What must he have thought? He must have been terrified after everything that has happened to them...but he didn’t have to chase her down here and startle her like that.

Her anger with him had more to do with being startled than him coming down to check on her. He had turned her on instantly when she felt his strong chest and his tight arms and saw the anger in his eyes. God, he was so beautiful.

Mia smiles as she imagines his skin against hers. Her hand slides down her body and parts the soft terrycloth towel at her waist. She imagines Damon’s hands as he caresses her body. Imagines his tongue licking its way down to her clit where he sucks the sweet nub into his mouth and ravages it with his tongue and teeth.

Groaning, Mia applies a bit of pressure to the place where she wants Damon the most. Her fingers play over her clit before they slide down and slip inside her. She gasps as her fingers work in and out and she imagines Damon’s cock filling her instead of her fingers. Her climax builds, and her eyes flutter as she tosses her head back and forth. Her long hair clings to her sweaty skin, and she tries to stifle the soft moans coming from her lips. She is so close...

“Fuck, Mia, you are enough to kill a man,” Damon’s voice cuts through her desire and her eyes fly open.

She stares at him standing at the doorway, his eyes full of desire as he watches her. He is completely naked, and he is slowly stroking his erection. She glances at his hard length and licks her lips before she says, “What are you doing in here? This is the ladies’ room.”

He grins and it is a completely predatory grin. Turning back, she watches as he slips the lock to the room in place. When he turns back to her, he says, “I know what it is, Mia. I also know what I am doing in here.”

He takes a step towards her, and Mia glances around, instinctively looking for a place to escape. “I’m going to fuck you, Mia. I am going to make you scream as my cock explodes inside of you. I have been a fool for the last few days. I should have made love to you when I came home and showed you just how much I missed you.”

Mia is speechless, and her body thrums with excitement. Here is her beautiful, bad boy lover. Here is the man that she has longed for every night. “And just how much did you miss me?” she finally manages.

His gaze sears her flesh as he closes the distance. “So very much,” he growls, and then his mouth closes over hers and he leans against her body.

Reaching up, Mia wraps her arms around his neck and devours his lips. She cries out as he sucks her lip into his mouth and bites down on it softly before his tongue soothes the tortured flesh. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, and he licks her teeth before his tongue spars with hers. He grinds his shaft into her stomach, and she feels like he branded her with it.

Damon breaks the kiss and kisses his way down her jaw and onto her neck. Gooseflesh breaks over her skin, and she shivers despite being overheated by the steam room. Dropping to his knees on the tiled floor, Damon kisses her collarbone, making her shiver.

Glancing up at her, his fingers play with the top of her towel, brushing against the soft mounds of her breasts. “God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers.

He slowly pulls the towel free of its knot and opens it. His eyes drink in the sight of her naked flesh, and he slowly leans forward to flick his tongue over her dusty nipple. Mia jerks against him as lightening desire flashes through her body. She closes her eyes and buries her hands into his thick hair as he sucks the nipple into his mouth.

His teeth nip a moment before his tongue soothes her flesh and he massages her other breast as he laved the first. He switches to the other breast and continues to ravish her body as she trembles in her arms. Heat and desire spread through her, and she can only hold on to him as he kisses and licks her body.

“Damon,” she moans, “I missed you so much.”

She looks down at him, and he grins against her nipple, “I missed you so much, too, babe.”

Pulling her legs apart, Damon slides between them. His cock presses against her clit and she rocks against it as the coil of need spins tighter inside of her. Running her hands down his back, she digs her nails into his tight ass as she pulls him closer to her. Damon hisses at the friction between them and says, “Not yet, baby, I need to taste you first.”

He breaks free of her embrace and slides down until his breath heats her core. She leans back and moans as his tongue darts out and slides along her clit. “Fuck, Damon!” she screams, unable to hold back the orgasm that is starting to build.

Meeting her desire, Damon sucks her clit into his mouth and slides his finger deep inside her. Mia shudders as he draws his finger out and then adds a second finger as he slides in. Her pussy clenches his fingers, fluttering along his digits as he fingers her. His thrusts match the sucking of her clit, and Mia finds herself shuddering in time to his movements.

The coil winds tighter and tighter and she can see spots of color flashing behind her eyes as her climax comes closer. Then she is screaming again as she tumbles over the edge of her desire and comes around his fingers. She collapses, completely spent, on the wooden bench, and Damon chuckles against her clit, exciting another shudder from her.

“You really did miss me,” he chuckles as he stands up and sits down on the bench beside her. “But I’m not finished with you. Stand up,” he orders.

Mia looks at him from beneath her lashes for a second as she feels her excitement building again. She does as he ordered and stands to face him. His hand slides down her body and he clutches her hip with his good hand. “So fucking hot,” he murmurs. Mia smiles at how beautiful she feels right now...how good she feels.

“Turn around,” he orders, and Mia moves instantly, her pussy is dripping with excitement as she realizes she loves being ordered around by him. “Now, bend over so I can see your beautiful ass.”

Mia leans forward, her sweaty hair falling into her eyes. She tosses it back as she glances back at him. His grin is wicked as he takes in her round ass. “Do you know how naughty you have been?” he asks her. “Leaving the apartment and making me worry.”

“I didn’t think it would matter,” she pants as his hand caresses her bottom. “You were sleeping.”

“Oh, it mattered,” he says as his hand slaps down on her ass cheek. She startles and cries out in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but it stung a little. But what surprised her is the gush of wetness between her legs when he had slapped her ass.

He slaps her ass again, and Mia groans in pleasure, her hips wiggling in excitement, “You were a bad girl, Mia, and you need a spanking.”

Damon groans as he slaps her ass again and again, each slap stinging, but it isn’t too hard where Mia feels anything but desire coursing through her. His hand rubs the reddened flesh and Mia cries out as he shoves his fingers into her pussy with his other hand. “Fuck, you like that baby,” he murmurs, and he bites her tortured flesh.

“Yes,” Mia pants. “I am so fucking hot for you, Damon. Fuck me please!”

His hand moves to her hip, and he pulls her back against him. Lining her up with his cock, he pulls her down onto his hard shaft. Mia screams as his cock stretches her. When he is buried to the hilt, he presses his forehead to her back. His one hand, the one in the cast, rests on her hip as his other hand snakes around her waist and captures her clit between his fingers.

She bucks against him and rolls her hips, which forces a moan from Damon. “That’s it, Mia, ride me!”

She braces her hands on his arms and moves herself up and down on his shaft. Her pussy clenches and flutters along his length as her orgasm builds. Damon massages her clit as he kisses her back. Closing her eyes, Mia reaches down and fondles his balls.

Riding up and down, Mia screams out as the tide of her orgasm crashes over her. Seconds later, Damon’s cry fills her ears, and she feels his orgasm splashing deep inside of her as her cunt milks him dry.

Collapsing back, Mia sighs, “This is just what I needed.”

He chuckles against her back, “Better than a run?”

“God yes!” she laughs before she shifts so she is sitting beside him. She leans against him and kisses his chest, “Maybe we should go have a shower upstairs now.”

He nods. “Sure, just give me a second to recover.”

Glancing down at his shaft, Mia laughs as she sees it hardening. “I don’t think you will need any time to recover...”

Chapter Three

“Aren’t you ready yet?”

Mia glances over her shoulder and grins at Damon. He looks amazing in his black t-shirt and jeans...forever her bad boy biker. Damon is leaning against the bedroom door with his arms crossed. He gives her a cocky grin as he nods towards her suitcase. “You could come and help me pack if I am taking too long,” she offers.

He laughs, “Yeah, if I get close to you and a bed, we won’t be leaving tonight. I don’t think your mom would appreciate the reason why we didn’t go and see them.”

Mia grimaces. It had been over a month since her mom had gone home and Damon had come back from the hospital. Damon was healed, his cast had come off several weeks ago and, outside of a slight limp, there was no sign of any injury. He was still on medication for the seizures, but if his health continued to improve, he would be off of those soon enough.

After that morning in the steam room, Mia was relieved to find her rhythm with Damon again. It was exactly how it was before everything had happened. They spent their day together, made love whenever they could, and talked about the future.

And their future is in Florida...at least for now. Damon had decided it was better for them to move somewhere else for the time being. They could always come back to Chicago or move closer to their parents, but...for right now...he wanted her to himself. And in a bikini as much as possible, he had joked.