Chapter 2

Jett “Maverick”

Well, she is a sassy one that is for sure and let me tell you something else. That girl is no longer the young girl I met at my father’s wedding. Hell no! She is all woman and I mean a woman with serious curves in all the right places. It was hard enough not to stare at her perfect tits begging for my hands to cup them and tease her nipples through that thing T-shirt of hers. Fuck, my cock aches inside my pants.

And watching her sway those perfect hips of hers as she sauntered off to the bedroom. Man it was enough to bring a man like myself to my goddamn knees! And that is saying something.

Usually, women do not have this impact on me. I can take them or leave them. Although, I tend not to leave them, my dick needs a lot of attention. What can I say?

My stepmother calls from downstairs to announce that dinner is served. I swing my jean clad legs off my bed and haul ass to go downstairs. In this house, dinner is always served at seven p.m sharp. No earlier, no later. My father is a stickler for time.

My stepmother sits at one end of the table my father at the other. He glances up as I make my entrance into the large dining room with its hardwood, polished floors and hanging chandelier of the rosewood table that can easily sit sixteen people.

Kitty as she prefers to be called is already seated. Mommy’s girl, I bet!

She snarls at me and narrows those sexy, aquamarine eyes of hers and boy does that make my dick get some wild fantasies going on. Namely, her on her knees looking up at me as she takes my cock in her mouth. Is it warm in here?

“Are you still riding with that pretend club of yours, Jett?” she asks with a false smile on her face. I guess someone has got to break the tension round here. My father eats his food keeping his head down. Trust me, the man is not much of a conversationalist at the best of times. Her mother watches the interaction.

“Pretend? You are a brat, you know that, right, Katerina?” I use her full name missing off the E because I know from memory that it pisses her off.

“Kitty, you can call me Kitty,” she says pointing her knife at me. Her mother places her hand on the knife and lowers it. Her voice is like a purr, enticing me, pulling me in. Is she doing this on purpose?

“You are merely an import, Kitty. Don’t question my club or my loyalties towards it. We are a big gang here and own most of the town. You wouldn’t want to mess with us.”

She throws her head back and laughs, my eyes not able to leave her tits that move up and down making my balls ache. Hell, I shouldn’t be having any lustful thoughts for my step-sister.

“Import, ha!” she retorts. “I have every right to be here; this is my mother’s house.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Funny, I thought my father owned the house actually. Your mother married my father, remember that Kitty.”

She snarls at me. “My mother has my biological father’s money you asshole.”

I stare back at her, our eyes connect and I swear to God something flashes between us like electricity only it can’t be. We hate each other, right?

“Stop!” My father interjects with a stern voice. “This is our house, we all live here and the bickering stops now. Both of you pack it in. You are not teenagers anymore. You are both young adults. Now act like it or you will both be on the street fending for yourself.” He slams his fist down on the table taking us all by surprise. It isn’t often he has an outburst.

Her mother lets out a small gasp.

“I’m done here,” I say pushing my chair back and standing. Throwing the Damask, cream napkin on my plate I see Kitty smirking like she has won a war.

“We’re not done here, Ekaterina,” I tell her as she tilts her head to one side. Dammit, I want to take her long hair in my fist and crash her mouth to mine and kiss her until she is breathless.

Fuck me, I need to get out of this place and let off some steam. I need to get myself to the club and get myself some beers and fucking laid before Kitty gets to me even more than she has with her wild body, her eyes that burn through my soul and mock me. The woman needs to be hauled over my shoulder and thrown on my bed and be taught who the hell I am.

My keys are in the crystal pear shaped dish by the front door that stands on our antique walnut cabinet. I grab them and head out the front door where my pride and joy sits. A gleaming Harley that I have owned for two years. I love the electric blue and chrome, especially when I am cruising the roads with the sun bouncing off the tank. Man, it rides like a dream.

I bet Kitty rides like a damn dream. Fuuuuuck!

Turning the ignition on the engine begins to purr as I swing my leg over the seat and rest my feet on the ground either side of the bike. I pull on my black helmet with Maverick written on it in bold, electric blue letters. Once my jacket is zipped up and my leather gloves are on, I begin to back the bike off the drive.

Kitty stands at the door and flicks me the finger, standing there in jeans that look sprayed on shoot my blood pressure through the roof. I gotta get out of here, faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. Because, God help me what I could end up doing.

I want those taut, slender legs wrapped around my waist. To feel the heat of her core rubbing against my hard-on fills my mind.

Man, am I going to find me some pussy tonight and get laid like never before. I have to wipe all thoughts of my step-sister out of my damn mind.