Bad Biker Stepbrother 3 (3 page)

Mia was excited for this new part of her life. Since she was still taking online courses, location wouldn’t matter for school. She could enjoy the tropical Florida sun while Damon and she planned the rest of their life with each other.

It may not be a happily ever after, but it was going to be as close as possible. The only hurdle to that happiness was their parents. Frank, Damon’s dad, seemed fine with their relationship, but it was clear that her mom wasn’t. She hadn’t called since she had left, and all the travel arrangements to go home had been handled by Damon and Frank.

“I’m really not sure what else I should pack,” she finally says as she glances down at her overfilled suitcase.

“As little as possible,” Damon laughs. “I told you I can buy you a new wardrobe when we get to Florida.”

Mia grins over her shoulder. “Well, in that case, I guess I will leave this here.” She holds up a shred of lace that is Damon’s favorite out of her lingerie. The red lace teddy hugs her curves perfectly.

Damon’s eyes fill with heat, and he stalks across the room like a big cat stalking its prey. He pulls the little scrap of material from her fingers. He sniffs the fabric, and Mia feels her pussy clench at the desire on Damon’s face. He turns to her and captures her waist with his arm, “Tell you what, you can leave the rest but just pack this,” he purrs.

Lowering his mouth to hers, he kisses her with a hunger that is breathtaking. Mia opens herself to him and allows him to ravage her mouth as his hand cups her breast and massages the taught flesh of her nipples. The sound of the buzzer cuts through Mia’s foggy mind and Damon breaks the kiss, leaving Mia shaking with desire. She glances towards the bed, and Damon laughs.

“Don’t even say it because we have to leave now or we won’t make our flight. Plus, the car service is here.”

Mia sticks her lip out in a pout. “So now you are going to leave me aching for your cock and I will have to suffer like this for hours.”

Damon nods as he drops to his knees. He lifts her skirt up and plants a kiss to her panties. Pushing the fabric to the side, Damon’s tongue licks her clit and slides down her slit before plunging into her. Mia grasps his shoulders and clings onto him to keep from falling. Damon alternates between sucking her clit and thrusting his tongue deep inside her as the buzzer trills again.

Damon pulls her panties into place before he smoothes her dress back into place. Mia stares at him in horror as he stands up, rearranges his erection in his jeans and smiles, “Yep, I am going to leave you like this for the flight and for dinner with the parents.” He chuckles as he zips up her bag, lifts it up and heads for the door. “Coming darling?” he purrs.

“No, and you fucking know it,” Mia snaps as she grabs her purse and pushes past him to the door.

****

“So how was the flight, Mia?” Frank asks and Mia blushes at the question.

The flight had been horrible. She had been so turned on by what Damon had done to her before they left that she could barely sit still. Despite everything she tried to do to entice him, he didn’t give in and fuck her in the small bathroom. Instead, he sat there practically ignoring her, but every once in a while, he would brush her nipples or her hip or her leg and send desire shooting through her.

She had thought it was an accident at first, but then she had noticed his raging hard on and the wicked grin he would shoot her way from time to time. He knew how badly he was turning her on and the only solace she had was that he was as turned on as she was.

“It was pretty boring. I mean, it is basically just go up and then come down since it is such a short flight. They didn’t even serve a meal.”

“No turbulence?” Frank asks again, his eyes darting towards Mia’s mom at the other end of the table.

Mia shakes her head and takes a bite of the salad they had started with. They have been here for about two hours, and her mom has barely said five things to them. It was clear that she is furious, and she keeps sending Damon dark glances when she thinks no one is watching. Mia’s nerves are raw, and she is more than ready to scream at her mother.

She felt sorry for Frank. He is obviously trying his best to not only accept their relationship, but also keep her mother from attacking Damon.

“And the drive over? You should have let us pick you up and not waste your money on a car service.” Frank babbles, and Mia smiles reassuringly at him.

Despite him coming into her life when she was nearly an adult, Frank had tried to be there for her without replacing her dead father. He had taken her under his wing and spent time making sure she didn’t feel like a third wheel. She had lost count of the number of hours they had sat in the garage; him drinking a beer, her a bottle of water, as they tinkered with his Harleys. Like his son, he loved bikes, and he had taught them both a lot about fixing them up.

Mia glances, wishfully, in the general direction of the garage. It would be great to be in there away from her mom. Her mom never went into the garage; that was Frank’s room, just like her scrapbooking room was hers. They often went to their own rooms to avoid each other.

“I have to go and get the lasagna, it is ready now,” Mia’s mom says as she stands up.

“Do you want any help Mom?” Mia asks.

Shaking her head, she says, “No, Frank can help me, can’t you, Frank?”

Frank looks up in shock as he takes a bite of his salad—his eyes full of confusion since everyone knows the kitchen is Mia’s mom’s domain and she hates anyone helping her in it. After chewing slowly, he swallows the lump of salad and nods, “Sure, honey. If you two will excuse me.”

Standing up, he follows his wife into the kitchen. As the door swings shut, Mia hears her mom hiss.

 “How can you be so okay with this, Frank? It is a sin what they are doing! I just can’t condone this!”

Mia’s eyes widen, and she glances at Damon whose face is an angry storm cloud. He looks like he is going to burst at any moment and a trill of apprehension fills Mia. As much as she wants to tell her mom off, she doesn’t want to lose her for the rest of her life. “I know this is hard,” she says to Damon, “But, please, let’s just ignore her. Let’s talk about the future like Frank wants us to.”

Damon’s eyes are cold, and a shiver races up her spine, before a wicked grin spreads across his lips. Heat instantly fills her body and she fights the urge to press her hands to her cheeks to stop the blush. “You know what. Let’s ignore her,” he purrs and Mia knows she said something horribly wrong.

Standing up, he comes around the corner of the table, and she fights the urge to run. Mia knows he is going to be doing something naughty and a part of her is thrilled with the prospect.

“I’m here with my beautiful girlfriend; she’s meeting my dad, I’m meeting her mom...”

He slides into the seat beside her and Mia’s body is instantly aware of him. She longs to lean in, but instead, focuses on the salad in front of her. He drapes his arm across the back of her chair and his fingers lazily caress the hair at the nape of her neck. Mia suddenly regrets wearing her hair up.

“What are you doing?” she hisses, sounding a lot like her mom a few minutes ago.

His eyes sparkle with mischief, “Just touching my beautiful girlfriend. It’s only fitting we act like a couple in love.”

Mia shrugs his hands off her neck and glances towards the door. “We are in love, and you are not doing that.” She spears him with her best glare but she knows her heart isn’t in it. She loves the feeling of him touching her.

“Yes, I am.” He leans in and sniffs the side of her neck before he places a quick kiss to her overheated skin. “Mmmm, did I tell you I love the way you smell?”

The word yes sticks in her throat as gooseflesh rises on her skin. Mia searches his face and there is no teasing there. His desire is clear in his eyes. Catching her hand, Damon kisses the knuckles and then places her palm on his hard bulge. Her eyes widen in surprise, but before she can say anything, the door to the kitchen swings open.

Mia’s mom stops dead in her tracks, causing Frank to nearly crash into her. She takes in the scene, Mia’s hand resting in Damon’s lap under the table and out of view, his arm draped across the back of her chair and his fingers resuming their lazy caresses that are driving her wild. She takes in the flush of Mia’s cheeks and the lust in Damon’s eyes before she clears her throat and enters the room.

“Damon,” she says carefully, “Why don’t you go and sit where you were sitting? I think that would be more comfortable for the meal.”

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.