5 Bikers for Valentines

I stroked his long, hard cock through his pants and felt him shudder. With my hand gripping his cock, he wanted to cancel too. I could see it in his eyes.

“We can't,” he said, taking my hands off him and bringing them to his lips, where he kissed them gently. “But we'll have all the time in the world if you stay with me.”

“I'll stay with you,” I said. “Because there's nowhere else I'd rather be.”

EPILOGUE

Living life at sea was interesting, to say the least. Especially with a child. Colby Lamar was born in San Diego, and while we spent the early days on land, our first trip out to sea came when he was just under a year old.

It wasn't aboard the cruise ship, however. Gavin and I still frequented the cruises, when we had time, but most of our time on the water was aboard his yacht, which allowed us to sail wherever our hearts desired. Colby's first steps were aboard the yacht, with Lila and Jason present as well.

Gavin and I were sitting next to each other, our son sleeping in my arms, as we sailed down to Cabo. It was just going to be a short trip, just to see if our son loved the sea as much as his father, and so far, it appeared to be the case.

Lila and Jason had recently gotten engaged and we were going down to celebrate. Apparently, the singles cruise helped more than one person find their soul mate, because those two looked completely and utterly in love.

As did Gavin and me. My handsome, dominant man kept his promise—he took care of us. I was able to take some online classes while at sea, and when we got back to San Diego, I could finish my degree. I'd be a nurse. Not because we needed the money, but because that's what I wanted to do. Finally, I could do what I wanted. I wasn't tied down to my family.

My mom was getting the care she needed, better care than I could provide for her, and was recovering nicely. She was a little upset at me for getting pregnant before marriage, but after meeting Gavin and hearing that he was going to be in the child's life, she relented.

Plus it wasn't just Lila and Jason getting married in the not too distant future. Gavin and I had a wedding of our own to plan. He'd asked me right after I gave birth to our son—a child that looked every bit like his father.

He wanted to make us a real family, and how could I resist? I love him, he loved me, and we simply worked together.

Our love story might not be conventional but in the end, we were happy.

Our son had his mom and dad, and he'd be spoiled rotten. Not just by his daddy, but by Aunt Lila who showered him with lavish gifts as well. Never, had I experienced such luxury and ease of living. Never before had I felt so loved and valued.

can't get enough of.

STEP BROTHER ROMANCE: FORBIDDEN TOUCH

CHAPTER ONE - CALEB

“Let’s see who can snag the first hot piece of tail tonight.” Jason said with a sly grin, as he handed me a cigarette.

“Don’t’ worry. I’m in a charitable mood. I’ll send the first one that comes my way your direction. You can thank me later.” I said as I grabbed the cigarette and proceeded to light it up.

Tyler chuckled and shook his head. He was in his early forties, married with two kids so he relished in being the amused spectator, while Jason and I chased women. The two of us, on the other hand, were bachelors in our late twenties and self-admitted horn dogs.

We were walking towards our favorite hangout, McConnel’s Pub, ready for a much needed drink - or five. The pub was right around the corner from the fire station and the perfect post-shift hangout. Over the years, the three of us generally ran the same shifts and we grew close. I guess facing life threatening conditions together made it that way.

Working around the clock with a twelve-hour rotation for five days hit me hard, but not hard enough to stop me from my usual indulgences: booze and mind-blowing sex. Tonight, my body was yearning for the later at a whole new level. I felt the pressure rising in my pants as I walked into the pub like a predator seeking his prey. Down boy.

When I was on the job, nothing else mattered, and that was what made me such a damn good fire fighter. But the second my rotations ended, my body was eager for a much-needed release. I was a creature of habit.

We stepped inside McConnel’s and moved toward the bar. I ordered my usual shot of bourbon and slid onto the nearest stool. Jason was already making his way to a blond sitting in a booth in the corner of the room. The poor man wasn’t the brightest tool; it was evident that she was waiting on a date. The fact that the blond was sitting in the corner so focused on her phone gave it away. No girl coming to a bar to get laid would sit away from traffic and be so preoccupied with sending someone else texts.

Not wasting any time, I scanned the room slowly. A sexy little brunette was leaning against the back wall, a martini in her hand, and a hungry look in her eyes. She was hot, but looked desperate with too much makeup and an outfit that didn’t leave enough to the imagination.

I kept searching until a leggy red head walked through the door and claimed my attention. She was gorgeous in a slutty way, wearing a tight little number that highlighted her tits and ass. She was on the prowl, but classy enough.

I watched her approach the bar, her head held high, and her long red curls cascading down her back.

“I’ll catch you later.” I said as I eye fucked the red head. Tyler gave a knowing nod and proceeded to focus on the football game playing on the TV.

With an easy gait, I walked over to her and put my arm on the bar in front of her. She glanced at me as if she was already bored.

Fuck, my interest was piqued.