Romance: Stepbrother On Top

by A. Valentine

  “See you later mom,” I shouted and took her car keys off of the table. It was very rare that my mother allowed me to drive her car, but she didn’t feel like taking me to the doctor. I drove in silence and my mind constantly went to Justin. I wondered what he was doing at that very moment. Was he thinking about me like crazy too? When I pulled up at the office and entered the building, I was surprised to see my doctor, Dr. Rochelle Lucas, speaking to the receptionist. “Hi Dr. Lucas,” I said cheerfully. She smiled at me happily.

  “Leah, it’s good to see you.” Dr. Lucas has been my doctor since I was seven years old and I saw her as another mother to me. “Sign in and come on back” I was grateful that I didn’t have to wait long. I signed my name on the sign in sheet and rushed over to her side. “So how have you been? How’s your mother?” Dr. Lucas and my mother went to school with each other and my mom saw Dr. Lucas as one of her closest friends.

  “We’re both fine,” I said and Dr. Lucas ushered me into a room.

  “So you’ve been experiencing stomach pains?” Dr. Lucas said going straight to business.

  “Yes, I think I got food poisoning from some shrimp I ate a few days ago.” Dr. Lucas began writing things down on her notepad.

  “When was the last time you had your period?” I thought about that for a minute. I really couldn’t remember.

  “I’m not sure, maybe the beginning of last month.”

  “Are you sexually active?” I blushed at the question as I remembered the numerous of times Justin and I had sex.

  “Yes,” I said embarrassed.

  “Are you using protection?”

  “Of course,” After the first two times, Justin and I have used protection each and every time.

  “Okay, well I want you to give me a urine sample. I want to try to eliminate all possibilities so we can find out what’s wrong with you.” I nodded my head and took the cup out of her hand. I went into the bathroom, handled my business, and went back into the room and placed the sample on a tray. “I’ll be right back.” I waited in the cold room for Dr. Lucas to come back and prescribe me some medicine, but when she came back, she shut the door and looked at me with a concern expression.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked concerned.

  “Leah,” she said in a way that almost sounded disappointed. “You’re pregnant.” All of the color washed out of my face.

  “What did you say?” I said not wanting to believe what I just heard.

  “I said that you are pregnant. Have you always used protection?” She asked me seriously.

  “There was two times that I didn’t, but my boyfriend pulled out!” I couldn’t be pregnant. This was not happening. I started hyperventilating and Dr. Lucas gave me a bottle of water that she kept in the room.

  “Sweetheart, that doesn’t always work.”

  “You can’t tell my mom,” I said disregarding what she had just said. Dr. Lucas looked at me intensely.

  “Your mother is a good friend of mine, but I respect my patient’s privacy and you are technically an adult.” I couldn’t be in that office in second longer. I got up and ran out of the office, not turning back when I heard Dr. Lucas calling my name. I got into the car and drove almost an hour out of the city to the park that Justin took me to. I parked my car and called him.

  * * * * *

  “Pregnant,” Justin repeated once he had gotten to the park and I told him the news. I thought he’d be mad, but his face was calm and apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he said looking me in the eyes. “I shouldn’t have made love to you raw.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his chest as I sobbed. I thought he was going to leave me, but he held me tightly. “I’m okay with any decision that you make. If you want to keep the baby, I’ll take care of you and it. If not, I’ll pay for the abortion.” I didn’t agree with having an abortion, I felt that it wasn’t the baby’s fought that its parents’ slipped up.

  “I can’t kill it,” I said wiping my tear streaked face. “But how am I supposed to tell my mom this? She’ll kill me.” Justin sighed and looked at me seriously.

  “It’s time to tell your mom about us, Leah. I’m really serious about you and now that we have a baby coming,” I shivered at the word “baby”. “She needs to know about me. Everyone makes mistakes and this is ours. Let’s put a stop to the lies.” The way that Justin spoke to me showed me how much more mature he was compared to guys my age. Boys my age would have abandoned me, but Justin was willing to go the full nine yards with me.

  “I love you,” I said with fresh new tears falling down my cheeks.

  “I love you too,” Justin said and brought his lips to mine. I knew that this man was so much more different than the criminals my mother pegged people like him to be. He had a troubled past, but he was working on improving himself a little bit with each day that passed. I didn’t know what the future had to give me, but I knew if this man was by my side I’d be able to overcome any obstacle thrown at me. I knew that he’d be able to take me away from all of my pain by driving us far away on his motorcycle.

  Protector, Immortal Rebels MC

  By: Emily Lovell

  Protector, Immortal Rebels MC

  © Emily Lovell – All rights reserved

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  Chapter One

  Summer’s clean white tennies scuffed the loose gravel on the shoulder of the road as she marched as far and fast as she could from her mother and father’s house. She was so tired of living under their thumb. Living under their tight reign. She was eighteen. That made her an adult in the eyes of the law. She didn’t need to live under the government’s rule and her parents.

  The fight was she had with her parents was that she wanted to move out. She wanted to skip the college path and go straight to work. Get her own place. Be her own person. Her parents had not allowed Summer to even get a part time job while in high school, which she had graduated from with straight As. So she had to rely on their allowance even. And in light of the threat that she was not going to fulfill their dream of going to school, her parents promised to cut her off financially. They were going to bend her to their will.

  Luckily she had ten dollars burning a hole in her pocket. Summer was about five minutes’ walk till she got to Rowdy’s, a restaurant/bar where she had so hoped to get a job. The lights of the bar glowed like butterscotch in the inky night. Every so often, as she made her way forward, a belly laugh cut the sky. People were having a good time. It was pretty late for a job application but Summer could not wait. She was going to see if they needed her as much as she needed them.

  Rowdy’s struck her as a cozy place as she made her way to the wide porch steps of the wraparound porch. She had never been inside. Only drove past it. Each and every time she past it, she wanted so to go in. Especially at night with its orange neon sign glowing crisply against the black backdrop of the night’s sky. Now Summer was standing at the base of the r
estaurant looking up at the sign that sat atop the roof. It was giant. Rowdy’s.

  She pushed the heavy front door of the bar and all noise stopped. Except for the game at the pool table. The crack of balls continued but no one said a word. All eyes turned her way. Summer was not the only female present but the place was stocked with mostly men. Long haired men with mustaches and beards and bulging muscles.

  The row of men at the bar with their backs to her but their faces towards her, were ripped. Even in the dimly lit atmosphere, Summer could make out the definition of their physiques. They were hard bodies, every last one of them. Finally, someone said something to her.

  They all had a similar look but the guy who spoke to her was different. He was better looking. His shaggy hair was shiny; rolling around his face in soft curls. Even in the sparse lighting, his eyes glittered. The sight of him made Summer’s insides clutch. It kind of scared her. She liked it. A lot.

  “What are you up to, little girl?” he asked, the corners of his soft, full lips bending with amusement.

  Summer did not like being called that. She bristled. Summer stiffened her spine and stuck out her chest. She wanted to make sure he knew she was a woman and not a little girl. She was suddenly painfully aware of her white tennis shoes. They were the shoes of a kid. Still she made it work. She looked him dead in the eye and pushed passed him to take a seat at the bar, next to him.

  “Can I see some I.D.?” asked the bartender.

  “I didn’t bring my purse with me,” Summer said with disappointment.

  “Sorry. I am going to have to call this one,” said the bartender. “And in that case, you aren’t allowed to sit at the bar.”

  “Alright if I play pool?” she asked.

  Summer was exceptional at pool. Her father played it for hours to get away from her mother who was always hounding him for something. He showed her cool trick shots. Summer was not just good, she was very good.

  “Fine. Behave,” the bartender said with a glare of warning in his eye.

  Summer ordered a diet cola. The good looking guy paid for it. He followed her over to the pool table and watched as summer put her name on the chalkboard. Summer challenged the winner, who happened to be a big man, as most of the men in the bar were. He wore a hat Summer guessed to hide a receding hairline. These men here definitely had a thing for hair. Cool hair. Summer liked it. Though she didn’t like the man she was challenging. Something about him didn’t sit right with her.

  He laughed a little loudly as he laid eyes on Summer, chalking her stick. The man from the bar sat quietly, handsomely in a chair watching the show. Summer figure he should at least get his name.

  “Do I need to put your name on the board?” she asked flirtatiously.

  “His name don’t go on the board,” said the man Summer challenged. “He usually runs the table. I am only here because he’s taking a break. He’s the best. And I am pert near the best.”

  Summer smiled a wide full smile.

  “Is that so?” she asked.

  “I’m only letting you play,” continued the man, “Because I am a gentleman.”

  “Better remember that,” said the man from the bar.

  “Well if I can’t write your name on the board,” said Summer. “At least let me know what it is.”

  The man from the bar eyed her with wickedness.

  “Better remember yourself as well, little girl. You don’t belong here. I am letting you play one game and then it’s back to where you came from. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he said darkly.

  Summer didn’t hear much after he called her ‘little girl’ again.

  “My name is Wilson,” he said. “And what might your name be?”

  She was actually pouting and she didn’t want to answer but that would only make his point. She forced herself to reply.

  “It’s Summer,” she said.

  “Purty,” said the man she challenged.

  As the challenger, Summer racked the balls. It was a perfect rack. Tidy, tight. She lifted the triangle off the triad of balls, coolly. She could tell from the look in Wilson’s eye that he was impressed with her style. Her opponent got into position to break when Summer interrupted him.

  “Wait,” she said. “Do we bet?”

  Wilson sat up straighter obviously concerned for her question. Her opponent smiled slyly.

  “Of course we can,” he said.

  “No we cannot,” said Wilson.

  “You stay out of this. She’s old enough to be here. She’s old enough to make that decision,” said the opponent.

  Summer stood silently, looking at the two men with wide eyes till the decision to bet was confirmed.

  “Go ahead,” said Wilson with a wave reluctantly.

  “Twenty bucks each be okay with you?” asked Summer. “Winner take all?”

  The opponent shrugged. “Fine.”

  She stepped back from the table and let her opponent take his shot. It was weak.

  Wilson cut his eyes to her. Somehow she read a glint of faith in her, in them. It was her turn. She leaned over the pool table, sliding the cue in her fingers. She aimed and shot. It was beautiful. She took another. And another. The opponent was a little disgruntled.

  “That’s enough,” he said randomly after she sunk her third shot in a row.

  “What’s enough?” asked Wilson coolly. “She’s beating you, Duran.”

  Summer’s opponent’s name was Duran. Wilson. Duran. She liked that not too long before Rowdy’s was a foreign universe to her and it was fast becoming familiar. She felt like she would fit right in a place like this.

  “I’m letting her,” winked Duran.

  Summer had played enough pool, with her parents’ guests mostly, to know that this was not the case. She was winning because she was really good. She felt like Wilson knew this too.

  She was trying to figure out how old Wilson was. He might even be old, like thirty. He was so handsome, she thought. His dark hair and nicely groomed beard. Sumer thought he looked like knight sort of. He had the muscles for it. His biceps were as big around as her waist practically. His pecs strained against his T shirt. If they weren’t so hard and powerful looking, they might look like breasts, she thought. He was definitely built. And his legs were long. She spied on him, through stolen glances, is crisp black jeans. Summer thought Wilson was hot.

  She was due to take her next shot but with her sense of Duran’s displeasure that she was winning, she paused. She didn’t want to cause trouble by winning. Wilson recognized her hesitation.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he said. “Don’t let this guy have his way. Just because he’s a poor sport. Go on. Finish.”

  That was all the encouragement she needed. Summer ran the table. She had called every one and when she sank the eight ball, Wilson grinned from ear to ear, flashing perfect white teeth, the sight of which made Summer melt.

  Duran boiled. He flexed his jaw but he said nothing. Summer figured that was because Wilson was there. He began to walk away. Wilson tapped him on the shoulder.

  “You forgetting something there bud?” he asked Duran.

  Duran acted like he had no idea what he was talking about.

  “Twenty bucks? You owe the lady,” said Wilson.

  “I am confused,” said Duran. “Did you not say ‘no betting’?”

  Wilson stood up. He stepped toward Duran who was maybe an inch taller. He was certainly broader and doughier. It was clear to Summer that Duran was afraid of Wilson.

  “You know and I know that had you won that game, you would expect her to pay up,” said Wilson.

  “The truth is I am short, little lady,” said Duran. “I really didn’t take you seriously.”

  But Wilson wasn’t having it.

  “Empty your pockets,” he ordered.

  “Now Hoss, you don’t have to go there. If you want me to pay the little jailbait I’ll do it. It’s going to short me is all,” said Duran.

  He produced a twenty-dollar bil
l after all. Again Wilson declined.

  “Oh no brothah,” said Wilson. “It’s forty now. It doubled when you called her a name.”

  “What is your problem?” Duran’s eyes narrowed. “You fixin’ to get with this girl?”

  Without warning, Wilson took a swing and decked Duran. Down he went. While he was incapacitated, Wilson checked his pockets and pulled out more cash. He handed it to Summer.

  “Don’t you do anything about this,” warned Wilson while he was low to the ground near Duran.

  Wilson climbed to his feet.

  “Come on,” he said. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  “Oh,” said Summer. “I didn’t know I was leaving.”

  “You are,” said Wilson.

  “But I wasn’t finish playing pool. I won. I want a challenger,” said Summer.

  “But no more gambling,” said Wilson.

  “Why are you broke?” she smiled.

  “Why is that?” asked Wilson.

  “I want to play you,” she answered.

  Chapter Two

  “Boys help him up,” said Wilson to two bystanders.

  Just like that the two men watching on helped Duran up and off the floor.

  “Buy him a drink,” Wilson said to the bartender.

  Wilson turned to the table. While he wasn’t looking, Summer racked the balls.

  “I am supposed to do that,” he said.

  “I know but I am sure I would do a better job,” said Summer with a giggle.

  “You want me to break,” asked Wilson frustratedly.

  “No, I probably do a better job at that too,” she laughed.

  “Okay then,” he said gruffly.

  Summer passed him closely, like she was a moon orbiting his planet. He had the strangest, kind of disturbed look on his face as she did. She leaned over the table, aware that she need to be cautious, wearing jean cut offs and all. She aimed and fired. It was a meticulous break.