More than anything else in the world, I want to have babies with the man I love.
In this case, it just so happens to be my stepbrother.
EXCLUSIVE: MY HOT STEPBROTHER
Chapter One
Elijah
The door to The Pig's Ear crashed open, slamming into the wall behind it. All eyes turned to the doorway, most everybody expecting some big, bad biker to come sauntering, in looking for a fight.
We were all in for one hell of a surprise though, when a petite blonde chick with her hair braided to the side stood in the doorway. Her baby blue eyes were on fire as they searched the bar, the anger on her face more than obvious. Her hands were on her hips as she stood there, oblivious to the men all gawking at her, wearing the pinkest, girliest sundress you could buy.
Yeah, my stepsister might look sweet and innocent, but she was a hellcat. Something had set her off, and I had a pretty good idea what that something was. She walked into the bar, her hips swishing as she moved. One drunk man whistled at her until his friend punched him hard in the arm to shut him up.
“Do you know who she is?” I heard the man mutter to the whistler.
The other man didn't answer. Probably smart.
Hannah Ross sidled up to the bar and turned those intense blue orbs on me, the heat of her anger radiating off of her like the sun.
“Where is he?”
I leaned against the bar, a smirk on my face.
“You know I'm not his keeper,” I said. “He doesn't listen to no one.”
She glared at me, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set. She was obviously expecting me to break under the pressure of her scrutiny. I cracked my knuckles and stood my ground. Hannah might have been able to intimidate some men with that steely-eyed stare, but she didn't scare me. We'd known each other too long for that.
We'd known each other since we were teenagers, and I'd always loved pushing her buttons. Always loved watching that temper of hers flare to life. Except tonight, I was telling the truth and after a long moment, she must have seen it on my face.
“God, it's impossible to keep him out of trouble, isn't it?” she finally said, letting out a frustrated breath as she sat down on the barstool on front of me.
The angers lowly drained out of her face and it wasn't lone before she was back to looking like the sweet, girl next door that most people were familiar with. Her face was as smooth and pale as alabaster, with not a freckle in sight. She had dimples in both cheeks, thick black eyelashes that surrounding the largest doe eyes I'd ever laid eyes upon. It wasn't any wonder that idiot whistled at her, my stepsister was certainly not unattractive.
She also happened to be their boss's daughter.
“His guys are here, but he's not,” Hannah muttered.
I poured her a Diet Coke. No liquor. She took it and downed most of it as if it was straight whiskey. No one at the bar knew it was nonalcoholic, so several of them looked impressed.
Hannah continued. “Which means he's out there doing something dangerous, stupid or illegal - or some mixture of the three.”
She was probably right. Her father – Roy Ross – was the leader of the The Grim Rebels. As President of the club, he was often raising hell, getting his hands dirty, and getting in a lot of trouble as a result of the first two.
“You know I stay out of that shit, Hannah,” I said, running a hand through dark brown hair that was long enough to touch my shoulders now. “You should too, if you know what's good for you.”
She clenched her jaw tight and stared up at me, anger still smoldering in her eyes. I stared back at her, arms crossed in front of me, and continued.
“You can't spend most of your life in Seattle, then come back here and expect things not to be different,” I said. “Your dad's not the man you remember. He's changed.”
“I know my father, Eli,” she said. “Better than you do.”
I shook my head. “As much as I hate to break it to you, princess--”
“Don't call me princess,” she said, standing up from the stool as if her petite little five-foot-four frame could intimidate me.
I tried to hide my amusement. She always hated when I laughed at her or discounted her because of her size. But, it was hard not to. Hannah and I might have come from two different walks of life – she'd he lived with her mother most of the time, in the comforts of Seattle in a nice downtown condo that probably cost more than I'd make in ten years.