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Will (Steele Riders MC Second Generation Book 1), page 1
Will
Steele Riders
Second Generation
Book One
C.M. Steele
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Like father like son, William Steele is obsessed and will do everything to claim his woman.
Unfortunately, she happens to be Beast's daughter, which means he has one big fight on his hands, but nothing will stop a Rider.
However, his future father-in-law is the least of his worries when trouble comes, looking to destroy their happiness before it begins.
Follow this next generation of Steele Riders as they battle their fair share of problems on their way to happily ever after and more.
Chapter One
Will
“Melanie,” I gasp, waking up covered in a cold sweat and shooting straight up in my bed. I feel around in the darkness, but I’m all alone. It was just a dream—a painfully erotic dream about my long-time friend who has captivated me far longer than I care to admit. The sun isn’t even up yet, so I take off my tee shirt, swipe the sweat off my face and chest, and lie back down.
My heart’s going to pop out of my chest, and I know it.
There is a damn complicated yet perfectly explainable reason for this bullshit, and her name is Melanie Brandon. She is my little raven, with eyes that I could drown in and a smile that captures my fantasies.
Fuck, it’s hot in the Texas summer heat, but that’s not the reason why I’m burning up. Melanie has me on fire, aching for her with a lust that’s undeniable. She’s three years younger than me, and yet it feels like we’re a million years apart. I have to wait one more year before I can make her mine, and I will, but the time apart has been endless. The long, lonely nights have become longer.
My dad was right, and it finally hits me. “Finally” isn’t the right word because it hit me too soon. Way too damn soon. I’ve got a long way to go before I can make her mine.
Fuck, I’m in trouble. This road has been a long one, longer than anything I’ve come across so far, and it’s not over yet. My dad thought he had it bad when he fell in love with my mom, but it was nothing compared to my love for Melanie.
I jumped out of bed and hit the floor, palms flat, toes pointed down and stomach on the ground. “One,” I grunt. “Two.” The push-ups drive me on until I’ve done a hundred and collapse on the floor. My arms burn, body dripping with more sweat.
At least my hard-on has faded, and my arms are too sore to beat my cock to death. It’s the only thing keeping the fucker from being completely raw. I’d stroked it to numbness while I was away at college. Being back home for summer break isn’t any better, but work and friends make it a little easier to deal with seeing Melanie even in passing.
Scrambling back onto my feet, I hit the pull-up bar next. I work out for the next two hours, getting my body primed and ready before I go to see the love of my life today.
I pop in the shower to wash off all the grime and then step out to shave. It takes another twenty minutes before I’m dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain white tee. The sun is going to be baking outside today, but I’ll be on my ride, so I prefer my jeans. Stopping in my small kitchen, I scarf down some breakfast.
I’m almost outside my front door when my cell rings. Pulling it out my pocket, I answer it just before it goes to voicemail. “What’s up, Pops?”
“Just calling to check on you.” I wonder what else is on his mind. We see each other every single day and I work with him for ten damn hours.
“I’m just heading out on my way over to the clubhouse. In fact, I’m riding my new motorcycle there.
“Cool. Tell me how it is.” It was a gift for my birthday, and I haven’t had a chance to truly enjoy it since I went back to school, so this will be my opportunity.
“I will.”
“You’re going to behave today, right?” he asks. I knew there had to be a reason for this call.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Melanie’s going to be here, and…she’s not quite an adult.”
“I know, Pops. Trust me. I haven’t forgotten.” Today, I’ll let her know that she has a year to prepare for her future. I have no plans to stop her from fulfilling her dreams of becoming a librarian like her mother was, but that doesn’t mean that our future won’t begin when she turns eighteen, which unfortunately isn’t until next summer. A whole brutal year away.
“She’ll probably be dressed up and there will be other guys who are not related.”
“They know where I stand, so I expect them to act accordingly and then so will I. Trust me when I say that I have learned to control my jealousy. I trust my cousins to look after her.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.” I end the call and tuck my phone away before hopping on my bike and revving it up.
Driving onto the main road, I take a long ride, passing by Melanie’s home. I don’t know what I expected to happen, but no one is outside because they’re either getting ready or already there, so I ride to the party.
“Hey, future Prez,” Dusty says as he opens the gate. He’s about ten years older than me, slender with shaggy, sandy brown hair.
“Hey. Who is this?” I nod to the guy beside him. This guy seems to be about my age with a medium build, well-defined, handsome fucker that I don’t want around my woman. His jet-black hair is cut short, nearly faded to his scalp, making him look dangerous. I immediately don’t like him.
“He’s new. This is Damon.” He points to Damon and says, “Damon, this is Will Steele, Boomer’s son.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prez.” His eyes traveled over me and my motorcycle, inspecting me. “Damn, that’s a killer bike.”
“Thanks.” My tone is flat because I don’t need his approval or want it. I’ve got an uncomfortable vibe from him. The tension just rolls off his shoulders as he stares. Where the fuck did they get this asshole?
“Yeah, you got that as a birthday present, right?” Dusty says, just trying to ease the tension building.
“Damn, that must be nice.” I want to snap his fucking neck right here. He’s so fucking lucky I wouldn’t make a scene when the Steele Rider wives put so much effort in making this party wonderful.
“It was time for my old one to retire for parts. I’ll see you later, Dusty.” I drive in, ignoring the new fuck because that was clearly a dick comment full of jealousy and a lack of understanding. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford my own motorcycle since I work as well as go to school.
My entire existence has led to this point—following in my father’s footsteps and becoming his successor as the head of the Steele Riders and the future head of this town. We have no mayor, but we do have organizations to help keep the town running smoothly. Since there are only three thousand people, we don’t need empty figureheads. Property owners and police regulate most of the issues, and the rest of the problems and regulations are handled by the Steele Riders.
Although I’m only twenty years old, I’ve been under an apprenticeship of one kind or another since I was eight, getting ready to lead the next generation into the fold. Now, all I need is my queen by my side.
I pull into my personal spot away from the party area—the clubhouse that has grown since my father started the club before he met my mother. It’s larger in size, and the yard has been remodeled to make it a better picnic area for the many kids that have grown up alongside the Steele Riders.
As I turn off my engine, I see my brother Eddie. “Hey, Will, there you are. Come on. Mom and Dad are already here and so are half the guests, including Mel.” I shush him and wave my hand to tamp down his voice. I’m not embarrassed about my feelings for Melanie in the least, but her father is a bigger issue. He’s my uncle, for all intents and purposes. I grew up with all the Riders as surrogate uncles, so he won’t be pleased with the news that I want to screw his little girl. Granted, I want so much more, but I’m sure that’s all he’d see.
My brother and I walk together, entering the fray, and even though I may not look it, my eyes are scanning for my future wife. There is no way I can keep my eyes from finding her. It isn’t like she’s hard to spot: five four, long black hair that shines in the sun like onyx. I groan, thinking about running my fingers through it, fisting it while bringing her lips to mine for a deep, penetrative kiss.
“How about I grab you a drink?” he asks.
“Sounds good,” I choke out, clearing my throat. My eyes linger a little too long, but then I turn back to my brother and smile. “I’m going to say hi to a couple of people.”
“Like Mel?” he teases.
“No. Now isn’t the time.” He looks at me like I have two heads, but the kid has no idea what this pain in my gut is like. As much as I want to be so close to her, like a second skin, it’s impossible. If I did, I’d never leave. I’d pull her into my arms and do unspeakable things to those plump lips that part so sweetly when she laughs or smiles.
“Yeah, because ignoring the woman who means the most to you is really going to endear her to you. I might be young, but I’m not an idiot. You don’t want other guys sniffing around her. She’s gorgeous, after all.” I growl because my brother’s right. He smirks, knowing he’s hit the nail right on the head. Before he can come back with a drink, my cousin Daisy brings me a beer.
“Hey, Will, Dad told me to bring this to you. Said you could use it.”
“Thanks. Really?” I’m surprised he handed me a beer so soon.
“Yeah, you look tense. Could it have anything to do with my friend and coworker?” she says, tipping her head in Mel’s direction. “She’s sweet and totally has a super crush on you, although you already know that. Everyone does—well, except her dad, because Beast would probably lose it. Anyway,” she adds in a long, drawn-out sigh, “I’m going to go over there. Let me know if you need any help talking to her.”
“She’s too young for me. We can’t have an actual relationship.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re three years apart, and you’re both ridiculously mature and lame.” She pats my chest and walks away. I shake my head and drink my beer with a chuckle. Just then, my eyes make contact with the woman in question, and my heart nearly stops. I give her a wink, and a blush steals over her pale skin.
I hold my drink to my lips without taking a sip, watching her over the bottle. God, she’s grown up to be so beautiful. My eyes never leave her as Melanie Brandon talks to the group of friends and cousins in the corner of the yard where the many Steele Riders and families have gathered. She stands out amongst the girls, as if the sun creates a spotlight right on her long black hair, illuminating her beauty.
I swallow hard, taking a long swig of my now-warm beer as I think about taking her back to my apartment and stripping her out of that tight little yellow sundress that barely kisses her knees that I want to part as I lick my way up to her soft, warm slit, marking it with my tongue until she’s screaming my name.
“Will.” Beast claps my shoulder, catching me by surprise, and I nearly choke on my beer. “How’s it going?” Of all the people to come up to me while I’m obsessing over his daughter. “Looking forward to your final year?”
I take another swig, trying to make it look like I’d been mid drink when he interrupted my light stalking. “Yeah.” I swallow.
“Girls?” he asks, brow jerking upward in the familiar way that normally sends people backward in the courtroom. He isn’t the typical attorney people expect when they come across the great DA Brandon.
“Not really dating,” I answer, trying to sound as noncommittal as possible, hoping to keep my feelings from showing for a little while longer.
“Why not?” Thankfully there’s no accusation, but I’m still uncomfortable about his line of questioning because I’d just been considering all the ways I want to make his daughter scream my name in every inch of my apartment, my dick throbbing painfully in my jeans.
“I’m focused on my education,” I answer.
“Good man. It’s better to get it out of the way. Right now, girls are a waste of your time.” Is he fucking on to me? He has to be, because that tone screams a warning from a mile away.
I need a distraction, an interruption or some shit because I’m already on edge when it comes to Melanie, and this isn’t making it any easier. My dick has been half hard since I walked in, then seeing her sent it into full staff. Luckily it was tucked neatly, mostly hidden, but now her father is interrogating me about my sex life.
Looking for an exit, I turn and see my mother having trouble carrying a large tray. I rush away without a word, but his eyes follow me so I’m sure he understands.
“Thanks, Son,” my father says, coming from behind with another set of trays. “She doesn’t listen to me.”
“I was trying to be helpful,” she insists, being stubborn as always, which my father both loves and hates. He worries about her safety all the time.
“There are forty other men here who could have carried the food out after all you women did the damn cooking, Tigress.” He swats her ass, and Beast comes up beside his wife, who starts unwrapping the food.
“Nice save, Will,” Beast says.
“He’s got sharp eyes and will make a great leader one day,” my father says. He keeps hinting about my interest in taking over the club. He’s worried that my years in college will deter me from becoming the president of his corporation on top of the Steele Riders, but I let him sweat it out. My degree is only to further the club and the business. College will get the police and the Feds off our backs. If we represent ourselves as more law-abiding, college-educated citizens, they tend to let us be. Granted, they have over the years, but when my parents were younger, they did attract a lot of attention. On occasion, they still do.
Last year, we caught some shit when some Colombians came through with the constant influx of migrants. There’s no telling the good from the bad these days, and we’re left with dog shit on our doorstep to scoop up. The good ones work for us or move on, and the bad ones get sent away or put away, but we can’t let the government know that we’re not just a humble group of family members riding out on weekends on our bikes.
Suddenly I’m distracted from my task when I hear her musical laughter from a short distance away and turn my head. She’s talking to my cousin, and I want to snap his neck. A beefy hand grips my shoulder firmly, squeezing it. “He knows better already. He’s harmless. One more year, Son,” my father says in a low whisper near my ear.
“I know, I know. Does Beast know?”
He chuckles in that deep voice that mirrors mine. “You’d know if he did. She’s his little girl, so it’s not like he’ll be happy about it.” My father has always had my back even though Beast is one of his closest friends.
“Tell me about it. I swear I got the feeling he caught me staring.”
“Maybe he did. Was she alone?” he asks.
“No. For all he knows, I could have been staring at several of the girls or at nothing.” I walk away, needing another beer. As I walk to the beer cooler, I nearly collide with Irina, Boss’s daughter, and she smiles at me. Beautiful, like all the girls in the club because they take after their mothers, but my heart has always belonged to the most beautiful girl.
“Hey, Will,” she gasps, giving me a hug. “How are you?”
When she pulls back, I can see my woman staring at me from behind Irina. “I’m good.”
“Your dad said you’d be here today. I had no idea. God, you look incredible, and I hear you’re single. You must be beating them off with a stick in college.”
“More like beating them with his stick,” my cousin Connor says. I don’t miss the pure look of disgust on Mel’s face at Connor’s comment, and I want to punch him in the jaw.
“Speak for yourself,” I snarl at him. Snatching a beer from the damn cooler and popping off the bottle cap, I walk away from both of them before I lose my temper.
