Ruined By My Biker Stepbrother

It Started With A Dare

‘Yes that’s it, let go for me, Nora. Cum on my fingers’ Killian whispered into Nora’s ears as he continued to stimulate her with his…

I paused, taking a break from the erotica book I was reading. A sharp deep breath escaped my lips as my hand came up to adjust my big transparent nerdy glasses.

My imagination was spiraling fast again, and I could already feel warm heat pooling between my legs. Yet, I wouldn’t stop reading these erotic novels. It was the only way I could pretend I was with Jeremy Carter- my high school obsession- the very emotionally distant god of Summer High, who had all the popular girls at his beck and call.

My thoughts were spinning fast as usual, and I was just shamelessly about to dip a finger in my virgin cunt while pretending it was Jeremy doing those things to me, when my best friend's voice sounded through the hallway.

“Teyan! Tell me you are getting ready for the final year students partyyyy”

“Shit. Carol is here. ” I panicked, quickly closing the book I was reading and hiding it behind other books in my bookshelf. No one, not even Carol knew that I read dark romance novels. To them, I was always this nerdy saintful virgin who didn’t care about all that.

Nerdy and virgin? Right. Saint? Hell no!

The books were my delicious, filthy little secret. And I would have given my virginity away to Liam in English class if I wasn’t so obsessed with a particular person in my head and reality.

I hissed, slamming my thighs together in a desperate attempt to erase the wicked heat coursing through me. Why couldn’t she just let me have this little moment with my imaginative Jeremiah to myself.

I threw on my hoodie, wiped my flushed cheeks with the sleeve, and tried to slow my breathing before Carol Rivers barged in.

The door opened suddenly. Yes, my best friend never knocked.

“Teyana!” she sang, tossing her short blonde curls as she stepped inside like a storm wrapped in glitter. “Why are you still in bed? The party is tonight, not next year!”

I blinked up at her, feigning clueless innocence, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. She looked pretty in that silver dress. “You look stunning, Car.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know I do. Teyana, you are going to that party.”

I sighed, “I don’t know if I feel like—”

“Jeremy Carter will be there. That, I heard from a reliable source.” she cut in, arching a brow with the precision of someone who knew exactly which button to press.

My glasses almost slipped.

“Wait. Jeremy?”

Carol smirked. “The very one. Your ‘fine as hell’obsession, but who’s sadly obsessed with bikes and not you.” She stuck a playful tongue out.

A dangerous flutter danced in my chest. Heat zipped down my spine again, this time laced with panic. “I—I’ll get dressed. But…not because Jeremy will be there.”

She grinned like the evil temptress she was. Who was I kidding?

“I knew that’d work.” She said,

I groaned and buried my face in my pillow for a second again, before dragging myself out of bed like a sinner heading to the confessional. I headed to the bathroom while Carol made herself comfortable on my bed like it was hers. Which was of course the usual.

The moment the water hit my skin, the ache between my thighs reminded me of where I left off. I bit down on a moan and cursed my hormones to hell. He will be there tonight.

I needed a distraction from my sinful thoughts. “Carol! Do you think I should attend this dinner my mum invited me to with her big-shot CEO boyfriend?” I called through the door over the water spray.

“Billionaire,” she corrected with a snort. “Apparently he owns like half the town or something. And you’ll be living in a freaking mansion. Girl, if I were you, I wouldn’t hesitate. I mean…sorry to say, but it’s not like your Dad is present.”

I could imagine her rolling her eyes right now.

I sighed, resting my forehead against the tile. “Sounds like a dream, right? But it’s not. I don’t even know the man. And now I’ll have a stepdad and a new house and probably a dozen rules about not breathing too loud. Mum said we will move to his after I’m done with high school next year…Gosh, next year is so close.”

Carol’s voice softened. “You okay with it though?”

I hesitated. “No. But I’m the kid, so who cares? I don’t have a say. It’s just... I feel like I’m losing what little control I had.”

There was a pause before she called back with a teasing lilt. “Well, tonight you do have control. And I’m putting you in something that screams ‘I'm done being invisible.’”

She wasn't kidding.

After my bath, Carol attacked my closet like it owed her money. She cursed under her breath at my rows of beige sweaters and dinosaur-print socks before finally yanking out a simple black skirt I didn’t even remember owning.

“Pair this with your tight white crop top,” she said.

I blinked. “The one that shows my—”

“Yes, that one.” She grabbed my shoulders. “Tey, we’re taking the nerd out of ‘nerdy hot’. Just for tonight. Trust me.”

And just like that, I let her curl my hair, darken my lashes, gloss my lips. I barely recognized the girl in the mirror when we were done. She looked... wild. Reckless. Kind of like someone Jeremy Carter might notice. And that made my insides flutter.

—

A Few Hours Later...The party was alive.

Not the “pin the tail on the donkey” kind. No. This was the kind of party where bodies pressed against walls, beer cans littered every surface, and someone was definitely getting fingered on the couch behind the snack table.

“Holy hell,” I muttered, clutching my solo cup.

Carol grinned, pulling me into the crowd. “Welcome to freedom, baby!”

Music thumped like it had a heartbeat. I watched as two guys made out against a fridge and a girl with pink hair twerked in slow motion while someone poured tequila down her back. My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away.

I took a big gulp of the drink in my cup. Then another. If I was gonna survive this night, or better, play games—I needed a little buzz. Or a full-on blackout. It was the final year period and the students have been throwing wild parties all week. This was the first I was attending, and might probably be the last.

I still haven’t seen Jeremy. God knows he was the main reason I was here. Seeing him was enough. He was graduating too and I might probably not see him ever again which was so sad because he had never noticed me before.

By the time the circle started forming for Truth or Dare, I was warm and buzzing and slightly swaying.

“Let’s make this interesting,” someone shouted. “No chickening out!”

I plopped down between Carol and some senior with a nose ring. The game spun on, scandalous truths and wicked dares flying like confetti. A guy was dared to strip, a girl had to lick peanut butter off someone’s abs, and I was laughing so hard my cheeks hurt.

Then the bottle stopped in front of me.

“Teyana!” someone called. “Truth or dare?”

I blinked.

I could feel Carol vibrating beside me. “Participate babe. It’s fun,” Okay.

“Dare,” I said boldly, because drunk me was ten times braver than real me.

A few ooohs and whistles echoed.

“Alright,” the girl across from me said with a wicked grin, “kiss the hottest guy in the room.”

I choked. “What?”

“The hottest guy. Pick. Now.”

My eyes darted wildly, hoping I would see Liam atleast. Liam was the guy I was considering to date. Not out of love but he was kind to me. Liam attended parties so I expected to see him around but didn’t. Instead, they landed on ‘him’

Jeremy Carter.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, his black leather jacket gleaming under the disco lights. He had a glass of what looked like alcoholic wine in his hand, cigarette in the other. He wasn’t even part of the game, but he was partly watching- looking bored- Smoldering. God-tier hot.

My heart flipped.

Without thinking—because if I did, I’d puke out of fear—I stood up and walked through the crowd, straight to him. I could die after this and I would still be proud of myself for braving up to him this one time.

His brows rose in slow amusement or was it confusion? as I stopped in front of him. “You lost, nerd girl?” His deep voice filled the space between us, making my pulse jump.

“I... I have to kiss the hottest guy in the room,” I said. I honestly couldn’t believe I was actually speaking to Jeremy. It felt like one of my many imagined scenarios, except this one was real.

He stared at me for a heartbeat.

Then, with the cockiest grin, he said, “Guess that’s me.”

And Jeremy pulled me close before I could have a rethink and turn back. Because I was just about to do that before my pounding heart flew from my chest.

I couldn’t think. And just like that, he joined his lips with mine like it was the easiest thing on earth to do. Jeremiah Carter was kissing me, and I was burning in the fire of our surreal intimate contact. He kissed like a man who’d done it a thousand times but wanted me to remember this one forever.

His hand gripped my exposed waist, and thanks to the crop top- my insides were on fire. His other hand was brushing the base of my neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin.

I gasped, gripping his leather jacket as he deepened the kiss.

My legs wobbled. My body turned to jelly.

I didn’t want it to stop. I wasn’t ready, but Jeremy finally pulled away. My lips felt raw. My body felt desired. People around us roared with excitement. I could feel angry girls stares. But I didn’t care. I just kissed…Jeremy.

When I looked up at him, his eyes were on me- a curious frown marring his face, lips still parted, and me still yearning and shaking slightly. Then he smiled and said, “Nice dare.”

I stumbled back out of the party like I’d been hit by lightning.

And from that moment on, I was ten times over obsessed.

But I never saw him again. Not until…

My Stepbrother, My Obsession

-A Year Later-

“Hurry, Teyana! Your brother is here and wants to meet his stepsister!”

I groaned into my pillow and ended the FaceTime call with Sean, my boyfriend—though even that label felt... loose lately. I knew better than to wait for the third shout. My mother would storm in if I didn’t move fast.

I checked the time. 8:40 a.m.

It was a Saturday. A freaking weekend that made two weeks since I moved into this house. And instead of sleeping in or pretending I didn’t exist, I had to meet my new stepbrother. A stepbrother I hadn’t asked for. A family I hadn’t agreed to join.

I wasn’t ready for this life. Not the billionaire mansion. Not the fake smiles that wealthy people did and the all-time elegance they had to maintain—having to pretend to be happy for my mom’s latest social climb. Married to a billionaire Tycoon who dealt with motors and motorcycle business, including many other things.

To be honest, I hadn’t even wanted to move in with her.

But Stanford was my dream school. The only one I applied to. And it just conveniently happened to be in the same city as my new home.

The silver lining?

Carol—my chaotic, beautiful best friend since high school, lived here and we both got into Stanford together. She’d practically screamed when I told her I was moving. She’d also invited me to a party tonight when I whined about how bored I’ve been in this house. She said it was her newly found lover’s birthday party. I still wasn’t sure I’d attend. My mood was in the pits, and nothing about this so-called new chapter was giving me excitement.

This house didn’t feel like mine. My nerdy, introverted self didn’t belong here, and I sure as hell didn’t know how to behave in it.

Let alone smile for a stepbrother I wasn’t even sure wanted to meet me.

The relationship I had gotten into was just an excuse to avoid thinking about my all-time obsession—Jeremy Carter. After the kiss which happened roughly a year ago, I just couldn’t cope with imagination alone. I tried to see Jeremiah in Sean but just couldn’t. Even though he was hot in appearance and had a cool personality. He wasn’t what I wanted.

The man I wanted…I shook him off my thoughts.

As I dragged myself out of bed and down the ridiculous hallway, I heard his voice.

“I can always meet her later. I’ve got somewhere to be,” came a muffled, deep tone. My so-called stepbrother’s.

So… he didn’t want to meet me either. Perfect.

“She’ll be here soon, love. Let me go fetch her,” my mother said in that syrupy voice she reserved for impressing people. It wasn’t real. I knew it. My stepbrother would know it too.

She once told me her stepson was a total jerk—barely spoke to her, had no interest in taking over the family empire, and was “obsessed with motorcycles and rebellion.”

Not that I’d asked.

We nearly collided in the hallway.

“Mum, really?” I grumbled, stumbling back a step.

She shot me a tight glare. “Why did you take so long?”

“I was—”

“He’s waiting,” she snapped, cutting me off before whirling around and heading back toward the living room.

I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly got stuck in the back of my skull.

I wasn’t going to fake anything. He better not expect any politeness. I’d greet him the way he probably deserved—a dry, flat “hi” and then disappear. Let’s see how her perfect stepson handled me.

But the moment I stepped into the lavish, open living room of the Carter estate… my plan fell apart.

There he was. What? No way. No…this wasn’t real. Was it?

Leaning behind the gray suede couch like he couldn’t wait to leave, hair longer than I remembered, chest broader, tattoos peeking out from beneath a fitted black tee, was Jeremy Carter. Wait…my step dad is a Carter. The surname explained it. Why hadn’t I done the math? I freaking thought it was a mere coincidence. I mean…there are thousands of Carters on earth right?

Jeremiah looked like sin standing there. Matured. More... dangerous appearance. And definitely more good- looking. I used to think it was impossible for him to look better. The kissing moment between us surfaced in my head.

My knees almost gave out.

I had to be dreaming.

He looked straight at me—and for a moment, his gaze froze. Like recognition hit him. Like something clicked.

Did he remember?

But the moment passed.

He blinked, blinked again, and the expression vanished.

“Hi,” he said flatly, like I was an Amazon delivery. I opened my mouth to say something, nothing came out.

But he continued, “I’m Jeremy. Glad to have you here...Stepsister” he mentioned ‘stepsister’like it was strange on his tongue.

And just like that, he looked away like he wasn’t expecting a response.

I stood there, frozen and speechless. Because just like before, just like every year I’d watched him pass me in the hallways at Summer High without a single glance—Jeremy Carter took my breath away, again. And now, he was my stepbrother.

He said something to my mom, then turned and walked out the front door like none of this mattered.

Which, to him, it probably didn’t.

But to me?

It ruined everything. Maybe he didn’t remember me. I mean…who would remember an introvert nerd like me, when they could bag any hot girl they desire?

“That didn’t go well,” my mother muttered beside me, scowling. “You were supposed to honor him.”

I didn’t answer. She had no idea what was happening inside me. How the world I’d tried so hard to keep upright had just crumbled again.

I turned around and headed back to my room before I exploded.

*

Carol’s boyfriend’s birthday party was already loud by the time we arrived. I should’ve been excited, or at the very least trying to have fun since it was my first party in Los Alamos city, but my mind was still spinning from this morning.

From him.

From the fact that Jeremy freaking Carter, the boy I once wanted to offer my soul to in high school, was now my stepbrother who happened to be in Stanford college like me.

I had told Carol about it on the drive over—well, dumped it on her, really—and she nearly ran the car off the road.

“Hold on. Hold on.” She’d pressed one palm to the steering wheel and the other to her chest like she needed to catch her own heart. “Jeremiah Carter? That Jeremy? Tall, broody, hot as sin? That’s your new stepbrother?”

“Unfortunately,” I mumbled, staring out the window as streetlights blurred by.

“Gosh, you kissed your own stepbrother at that party last year.”

“Exactly. Thanks for reminding me.” I said sarcastically.

Carol squealed like she’d just been gifted a year’s supply of Louis Vuitton bags. “Girl, what?! That’s so hot it’s illegal.”

“It’s disturbing,” I corrected, trying not to remember the way his lips had tasted or how my knees had nearly given out. “He didn’t even recognize me today. It’s like the kiss never happened.”

Carol was practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh my God, Tey. You’re living in a damn Wattpad novel. I was just about to tell you—Jeremy is one of Chris’s closest friends. Like, they grew up together. He might even be at his party tonight.”

I turned to her sharply. “Excuse me?”

She gave me a sheepish smile. “Surprise?”

This wasn’t about to get any easier.

By the time we stepped into the party, I was still trying to digest the avalanche of everything. The house was packed with people, a mix of college students and Chris’s friends from the motocross world. The bass from the speakers was so deep it vibrated in my chest, and bodies were everywhere—dancing, laughing, and drinking like no one else existed.

I tried to act normal, or at least look like I wasn’t about to faint.

Carol slipped her arm through mine as we walked further inside. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“You sure? You look like you don’t want to be here. We could…”

“Just trying to breathe,” I muttered. “I mean, I knew Jeremy…you know… He looked more like someone who eats sin for breakfast now. And the fact that we’re…related by our parents' marriage? It’s all a bit much.”

Carol let out a low whistle. “You still have a crush on him.”

“I don’t,” I said too quickly.

“You so do.”

“I have a boyfriend, remember?”

Carol rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Sean. The one who cheated on you?”

“Well, I’m still safe. Not like we’ve had sex yet.” I reminded her.

“Fine, fine,” she said, grinning. “Sean is hot too. Wonder why you two haven’t…”

“Stop.”

“Fine, okay.” But even as she dropped it, I felt my gaze flicker across the room, scanning faces. Looking for someone I swore I didn’t care about.

And then I saw him.

Jeremy. My stepbrother.