One Step Too Close - Coffin Nails MC Louisiana (Gay Biker Stepbrother Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 6) (16 page)

Jed groaned and pushed
against Ryder’s hand, his body hot despite the wetness of his clothes. “I’ve
never felt like this… Never thought it was possible.”

Ryder chewed on his lip
as he pushed past the waistband of Jed’s underwear and touched the soft flesh
of Jed’s cock. His hand burned from the shock of it, but at the same time, he
wished to explore it in much more detail. “Me too. It’s different.”

“I bet you had girls who
were better at it.” Jed laughed nervously, but he slowly rocked his hips
against Ryder’s touch, and gave him a kiss.

“Maybe they were more
skilled, but you felt so much better.” Ryder nuzzled Jed’s face and hugged him
again, slipping his hand out of his pants.

“Can we go to your place?”
Jed looked up into Ryder’s eyes as his body began to slightly shake again.

Ryder hugged him,
nodding. His bed was just the place he wanted Jed. “Are you cold?”

Jed nodded. “I… I didn’t
think this evening through in terms of weather,” he mumbled.

Ryder looked at the
opening in the fence and held Jed tighter, suddenly terrified that he’d just
rush over there and take a leap into the water. “What about your bike?”

Jed hit Ryder’s shoulder
with his forehead. “Fuck. Fucking fuck. I wasn’t planning on needing it.” He
wrapped his arms tighter around Ryder. “I wanted you to hate me for leaving. I
wanted you to never find me. I left you my other bike and a note… I…”

“A note?” asked Ryder,
looking into those beautiful, tense eyes. “I’d never hate you. I’d look for
you.”

“I thought you’d find
out what I was, and you’d never want to see me again.” Jed nuzzled Ryder’s
neck, and it felt so good a shiver ran down Ryder’s spine.

“No. You’d just break my
heart, you moron,” whispered Ryder, hugging him even harder. “This is all my
fucking fault.”

Jed turned his head and
kissed Ryder’s solar plexus. “It’s not. I can’t help myself. You said you just
think about other stuff, and you’re fine. I can’t even jerk off to anything
else.”

This was eye-opening to
Ryder. Of course, he’d heard gay people say that, but he never believed any of
it, knowing that even lusting after guys, he could direct his attention to
women. And he liked women just fine. He loved their bodies and spending time
with them. He just loved Jed so much more than he’d ever loved any girl,
including Jess. But now that he witnessed Jed being ready to kill himself
rather than follow Ryder’s example, the concept of some people simply being
this way, only wanting other men or other women, was suddenly more believable.
Had he been wrong about this all that time?

“Really?
Never
liked a girl? But you fucked them.”

Jed only shivered
harder. “I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be more like you. I’ve never come
harder than when we had that threesome. I watched you pump that girl like a
fucking machine. Like a beast.” Jed slipped his fingers under Ryder’s jacket,
and petted his side. “I came so hard just watching you and imagining it was me
you were giving that to.”

“Jed,” whispered Ryder,
pushing Jed against the fence with a loud metallic clatter. He wanted to give
it to Jed more than he’d like to admit. He needed to erase all thoughts of Jed
being his little brother, and it would be fine. It wasn’t like they were
actually related.

Jed smiled and scratched
Ryder’s back under the jacket. “Yeah?”

Ryder grabbed the wire
on both sides of Jed’s body, caging him. “We should go home.”

Jed nodded and slowly
pulled his hands away. “How did you find me?”

Ryder slowly lowered
himself into a crouch and touched the rope that attached the kettlebells to
Jed’s leg. All of a sudden, tears stabbed at his eyes, and he shook his head,
quickly cutting the weights off with his knife. “I met Dana at the clubhouse
and went to the trailer park. Then, I followed you.”

“Why?” Jed was shivering
more by the minute, and he looked back behind the fence, to where his beloved
bike drowned.

Ryder scowled as he got
to his feet and slowly entwined his fingers with Jed’s. It was such a bizarre
feeling to share this kind of touch with a big, thick-fingered hand. “I thought
you might be meeting Tom.”

Jed’s eyes shot back at
Ryder. “Oh.” But then his lips curved upwards. “Were you jealous?” Typical Jed.
Cocky shit.

Ryder groaned, moving
his gaze over the nearby trees. “Yes.”

Jed kissed his cheek and
pulled him along to the bike, squeezing his hand harder. “If you don’t push me
away, I’ll never want anyone else.”

“I won’t,” said Ryder
almost harshly, grabbing Jed’s other hand as well. He needed Jed to understand
this. As wrong as it was, there was no turning back now that he’d had Jed’s
mouth on his dick. He’d never desert him now, no matter how messed up that
would be in other people’s eyes.

They slowly made their
way back to Ryder’s hidden motorbike, after Ryder kicked the sickening
kettlebells down into the lake, where they belonged. He didn’t want to ever see
them again. Jed stopped by the bike, to give Ryder a slow kiss. Their mouths
fitted together perfectly, tongues exploring each other, sharing heat and
sweetness. A part of Ryder was already getting a kick out of knowing Jed would
sit at the back of his bike, and he was keen on making that a reality. He
mounted his ride and looked back, with his heart trembling.

“Get on.”

Jed rolled his eyes, but
a smile ghosted over his lips anyway. “Is it ‘cause you want me to go on the
bitchseat
,
or because you want me
behind
you?” he whispered into Ryder’s ear once
he got on.

Ryder swallowed hard,
suddenly overcome with the image of Jed pushing his hard dick into Ryder’s ass.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about that yet. He never thought about it as
something he wanted, but Jed did say he wanted to do it. Unable to give a
straight answer, he revved the engine and sped off into the darkness.

Jed

Jed was such a tangle of
emotions that he couldn’t even begin to unwrap them. Ryder wanted him. Ryder
was even the first one to kiss him. As he sat on the back of Ryder’s bike, with
his arms wrapped tightly around Ryder’s waist, even the sadness of losing his
favorite bike couldn’t reach him. He loved that metal beast, but he could get another
one. Getting to suck Ryder’s cock? Now that was a one in a million kind of
opportunity. When he closed his eyes, unable to bear the rain, he focused on
the heat of Ryder’s body against his, on how good it felt to have that hard
cock in his mouth and suck it, forgetting the world around them. When Ryder’s
fist had curled in Jed’s hair, when his spunk filled Jed’s mouth and Ryder’s
cock throbbed with release… Jed could do that over and over.

Just thinking about all
that had happened had Jed half-hard already, and pressing his growing erection
against Ryder’s back only spurred on his excitement. He was alive, when he had
been sure he wouldn’t be by now. Ryder had saved him. And thinking that he’d
followed Jed out of jealousy made butterflies flutter their wings in Jed’s
stomach. He was important to Ryder in a way he would never have imagined. The
problem with Dana could wait. For now, Jed wanted a night with Ryder, and he
wouldn’t spoil it with even more bullshit.

Ryder’s home seemed like
the safest place on earth when they parked in the open garage, amongst all the
tools, next to the lawnmower that Jed had used to prepare the house for Ryder’s
return, and the boxes of junk Ryder didn’t want in the house. As the engine
stilled, silence suddenly became a burden, and Ryder looked back, brushing the
wetness off his face before removing the helmet. His bright eyes seemed lost
and unfocused as he let Jed climb off first and followed him a moment later.

Ryder’s gaze settled on
Jed like a beacon of intense light that burned through his wet clothes, and he
leaned down, unbuckling his boots in efficient movements. It was odd to see him
just leave the footwear in the middle of the floor instead of putting it back
into the simple block of shelves next to the door that connected the garage
with the house, but it seemed Ryder had more important things on his mind.

He pushed the key into
the lock and darted a sharp glance at Jed in the same moment as the lock
clanged loudly. It had Jed’s skin crawling with excitement. He took a step
closer and rose to his toes to give Ryder a kiss. He knew he shouldn’t, that
everything they’d done tonight was wrong, yet he was sure they’d do things much
more illicit than kissing by the time the sun rose.

Ryder groaned and opened
the door, pulling Jed inside. Just behind the threshold, he pushed Jed against
the door, which automatically locked as their two strong bodies clashed in a
kiss that Jed wanted to never end. Ryder trailed his hands up his body, clawing
at his flesh and rubbing his skin through the drenched clothes, and as Ryder
finally took hold of Jed’s hands, he trapped them above Jed’s head with a firm
grip. They were forehead to forehead. Nose to nose.

Jed’s lungs filled with
the scent of Ryder’s wet hair and skin, so fresh and exciting. The way Ryder
pinned him to the door had a shiver of arousal run down Jed’s body. It was all
so new and unexpected. He’d had fantasies of how Ryder would act were this to
happen, but they all faded in comparison to the real thing. There had been
women who were all over Jed, sort of leading the way and pushy, but they
weren’t a two-hundred pound mountain of man, actually stronger than Jed, tough,
and sturdy like a brick wall.

Jed leaned forward for
another kiss. He’d never get enough of those. Each one was like an explosion of
fireworks in his body. He’d always laughed at comparing kisses to the Fourth of
July. It seemed ridiculous based on his previous experience, but once he got a
kiss from Ryder, his perception changed completely. Now he knew how kisses
should feel. They should be explosive and make your knees soft.

Ryder gave a low,
animal-like grunt, rubbing his body over Jed’s and sucking on his tongue. He
was trembling in Jed’s arms, so hot Jed half-expected the moisture to vaporize
on their clothes, but Ryder pulled back, breathing hard.

“Undress,” he said,
standing in the shadows of the dark corridor, with moonlight illuminating the
way his wet shirt clung to the massive chest.

Jed licked his lips,
already hard again just from hearing those words from Ryder. Knowing that his
desire wasn’t one-sided had to be one of the biggest turn-ons in his life. He
started by taking off his shoes, and then he put his cut on a cupboard to the
side. His gaze lingered on it for a bit too long. He was a Coffin Nail, and so
he shouldn’t be doing this. Yet nothing would stop him now.

His soaked hoodie
followed.

Ryder unzipped his
jacket and tossed it to the chair nearby before putting his cut on the
backrest. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and unglued it from the muscled flesh
underneath. With his face left in the shadow, his pecs and the hair leading
south of his navel like an arrow had Jed thoroughly occupied as he blindly
pulled up his T-shirt. He took it off quickly, so he’d lose as little of the
view as possible. He’d seen Ryder undress millions of times, but this was
different. This was spiked with gallons of sexual tension.

Ryder’s movements were
aggressive and jerky as he pushed down his jeans, uncovering the glory that was
his crotch, complete with dark pubic hair and a vertical row of thin silver
hoops adorning his balls. Ryder was gorgeous in his nakedness, and Jed wanted
nothing more than to mold to this wonderful body.

Yet he stalled.

“Are you sure?” Jed
whispered as he unzipped his own jeans. The last thing he’d want was to lead
Ryder down a path for which he’d resent him.

“Are you?” asked Ryder,
stepping closer, and his face finally emerged into the light with its broad jaw
and chiseled cheekbones. Ryder was so handsome.

Jed nodded like a
bobble-headed doll on a bump in the road. Fuck yes, he was. He didn’t know what
would happen next, but this he wanted so bad it ached. He pushed his wet jeans
down along with his briefs and stepped out of them, already reaching out to
Ryder’s chest.

Ryder grabbed his wrists
and put Jed’s palms on his pecs, gasping when their skin touched, icy cold over
burning flesh. “This is fucking surreal.”

“You’ve been my wet
dream for so long…” Jed rasped and got goosebumps when he touched Ryder’s
nipples and the steel balls of the piercings, so warm against his skin.

Ryder groaned and pulled
Jed close by the arms. He lapped up the bridge of Jed’s nose and nipped at his
brow, tickling the sensitive skin with his breath. “Untie my hair.”

Jed couldn’t help a moan
escaping his lips, and he felt uncertain like a teenager, despite having been
with dozens of girls. This was different not only because he was with a man. He
was with Ryder, the only person he’d ever loved. The person he’d had a crush on
since he was thirteen. Ryder was tall, so Jed had to press his chest against
Ryder’s to reach the hairband and pull it off the silky mane. He kissed Ryder’s
jaw and slowly pressed his cock against Ryder’s stomach.

Ryder hummed and pulled
Jed down the corridor, one hand on the wall to navigate as they kissed. Jed
pushed against a chair, but Ryder pulled him to his chest again, and they
finally stumbled into a room. Only after a few seconds did Jed realize it was
the bedroom, with its big warm bed and cozy pillows.

Ryder all but ripped the
comforter off and tossed Jed on the mattress, diving right behind him. His
bigger body caged Jed to the bed, radiating warmth despite still being wet. His
confidence was what Jed’s sexual fantasies were made of, but it also had him
slightly unnerved.

“Have… have you done
this before?” Jed uttered, wrapping his arms around Ryder’s waist and exploring
his muscular back, still a bit on edge about trailing them lower.

Ryder looked up and
kissed Jed’s chin, taking two sharp breaths. “With girls?” he asked and reached
back, pulling the big comforter over their heads, drowning them in a thick
darkness.

“No, with guys…”
Protected by the lack of light, Jed finally delved his hands lower and squeezed
Ryder’s firm ass, enjoying Ryder’s weight on top of him. He knew about girls, they’d
talked about it.

Ryder gasped and trailed
wet, hot kisses all the way to Jed’s ear. Underneath the covers, they were
quickly getting out of breath. “No.”

Jed closed his eyes for
a moment, enjoying the heat after so long in the rain. His limbs were still icy
cold, and so were Ryder’s. He was stressing out about what to do exactly, since
he’d had fantasies, but had made a point of not watching gay porn, of not
researching this stuff to not yield to temptation. He wasn’t sure how this was
supposed to go down exactly. He ran his hands up Ryder’s back and slowly spread
his legs a bit, already barely breathing in the stuffy bubble underneath the
comforter.

“What if you don’t like
it?” whispered Ryder, pushing his face into the crook of Jed’s neck. He sucked
in some of the flesh and effortlessly slid between Jed’s thighs, pushing them
farther apart.

Jed’s heart thudded
against his ribcage, and the only solace was that he could sense Ryder’s pulse
being equally rapid. “Huh?” He moaned at another nip on his neck. This had
never felt so good like now, with the bulky, masculine body on top of him. “If
I’m…
you know
, then I’ll probably like it. That’s how it works.” At
least Jed was pretty sure of that.

Ryder chuckled and
kissed Jed’s cheek, lowering himself until both their dicks were trapped
between their bodies, throbbing next to each other. “If you say so.”

“This is so hot.” Jed
whimpered, sliding his hands up to Ryder’s shoulder blades, and lifting his leg
to curl it around Ryder’s thigh. He was so elated that all of his senses were
on another plane of existence, somewhere where all that mattered was their
bodies fitting together so well, and Ryder’s cock throbbing against Jed’s
stomach like a hot beast with a mind of its own. Nerves were getting the best
of him, but fuck yes, he wanted Ryder to fuck him.

“You’re so fucking
handsome,” whispered Ryder in the silence beneath the covers, but he didn’t
give Jed the kiss he expected. Instead, Ryder let his hands roam up and down
Jed’s legs, and he moved his mouth down the center of Jed’s chest, lapping at
the skin, kissing his way all the way to one of Jed’s sensitive nipples. It
seemed he wasn’t sure what to do about it at first, but in the end, he gently
nipped on it before suckling it into his mouth.

Jed moaned, rocking
against Ryder and sliding his hands into his hair, just like he’d always wanted
to. Any chill in his body was gone, replaced by a heat that was slowly making
Jed sweaty. He’d never felt more alive. As if his life were only starting now.
The touch of Ryder’s powerful hands made his toes curl.

“I love how you taste,”
whispered Ryder, kissing Jed all over the chest and trailing his wet hair
along, tickling the skin with it. There was such power in his fingers as he
squeezed and rubbed Jed’s thighs and stomach, and Jed was willing to submit to
anything Ryder might do. They ground their hips together again, and the small
cave of fabric filled with broken moans.

Jed’s cock twitched
against Ryder’s stomach as if it had a mind of its own, and Jed loved feeling
the coarse pubes against his own skin. There was so much he loved about the
masculine touch, the intense scent of Ryder’s arousal, the hot trails of wet
kisses left on Jed’s skin. It exceeded all expectations of what it would feel
like to touch a man in a sexual way yet was doubled by the fact that it was
Ryder, not just any man. As anxious as Jed was, he didn’t have to worry about
his partner judging him if he took their cock, or sucked it. Ryder wouldn’t
secretly despise him for it. Jed licked along Ryder’s shoulder once he got the
chance to get closer again, and the salty taste had his cock throbbing and
leaking precum.

Ryder moved rapidly and
framed Jed’s head with his elbows as he caught his mouth in yet another kiss.
“I want to get inside you so bad,” he whispered, rocking his hips gently.

Jed gasped, but nodded,
his eyes half-closing on their own. He tried to see Ryder’s handsome face in
the darkness as the wet streaks of his hair tickled Jed’s cheeks. He wanted
that pulsing, thick dick in him. Wanted it so bad. He lapped along Ryder’s jaw,
getting a kick of arousal out of feeling the stubble on his tongue. Everything
that was
man
about Ryder made him weak in the knees.

“How do we… I mean, how
do you want to…?” Jed swallowed and stole another kiss with his heart in his
throat.

Ryder pulled on his lip
with his teeth and pushed some hair off Jed’s forehead. “I want you face to
face.”

Jed curled his leg
around Ryder’s hip. “I… think that should be doable.” He massaged Ryder’s back,
feeling like an idiot about the lack of experience. He should have watched
porn. He should have read up about this stuff. Ryder would see right through
him and lose interest. “I mean, it is. It’s gonna be hot.” He leaned up to
nuzzle Ryder’s cheek.

“Nervous?” On Ryder’s lips
it didn’t even sound like a real question. Ryder knew as much about him, and he
voiced his observation. It didn’t matter how dark it was, Ryder saw him the way
he was, inside out.