A teaser from WIP, "I Dare You."

These photos inspired me to write a biker story I titled, "I Dare You." It's slow going because of school. Release date pending. Here's a teaser...

   Stuart's head was spinning with all the information his brother was providing, but he had to admit that he was feeling a bit more comfortable in his surrounding environment. Almost a hundred times better than when he'd first set foot in the main playroom. 

  As he discreetly looked around at the various couples seated around the room, his only worry now was about Patty. His eldest brother would be the one to come down here and drag him out of the club for his own 'protection.' Stuart would literally die if his the MC's VP  committed such an atrocious act. 

  Aaron had explained some more about the evening's activities. There was going to be a couple of tutorial demonstrations or, 'scenes' happening tonight. That was the main reason his brother had dared Stuart set foot in the club in the first place. 

  Aaron had guessed his poorly hidden obsession with everything BDSM. His older overprotective sibling has now taken it upon himself to educate Stuart and allow him, to witness and learn first hand about the different techniques practiced in the BDSM lifestyle in a safe environment. Stuart nodded his head and silently thanked the Lord he's had the courage to set foot in his Da's club tonight. 

   Stuart sat there and contemplated his next move, he turned his head and looked up at his brother. He tapped the back of Aaron's hand that was resting on the sofa seat next to him to get the man's attention. Those sharp green eyes turned fully towards him and Stuart bit the inside of his cheek as his face flushed bright red. 

   "Thanks for tonight, I know I am usually a pain following you around and snooping in your stuff. So yeah..." His words cut off when Aaron used his big hand to ruffle his hair on the top of his head. 

   Stuart huffed and batted Aaron's playful hand away and pouted up at him as he tried to fix his hair. His hands were still in his head when his eyes met and locked onto a glittering pair of onyx orbs across the room. Stuart froze stock still as he was sucked right into the vortex of that blacker than black gaze. Stuart felt his whole body ignite like someone had put a match to gas soaked kindling. 

   He was sure his immediate and sudden bright blush was epic to behold. He wasn't fully aware of the fact that his had dropped, and his mouth was gaping wide open or not, but when the mountain of a man pushed himself off the wall and began walking in their direction. The young man's heart rate accelerated even more and the air trapped in his chest slowly wheezed out of his mouth. 

  Holy Mary, Mother of God, the man had to be at least 6'5 or taller. He was wearing nothing but tight black leather pants, combat boots, and the MC's cut. The man's patch identified him as the club's Sergeant of Arms (SAA). Crap, he was his father's head enforcer. His massive chest was bare, with dark swirls of ink covering his wide pecs and sleeved over one thick arm. The intricate tattoos trickled enticingly down the ridges of the biker's impressive eight pack abdominal muscles. 

  Even the man's walk was sexy as hell, those tapered hips moved in such a way that promised nothing but undiluted decadence to whomever the sex God managed to pin down underneath them. Stuart didn't dare to look any lower, but he still couldn't look away from the dark Adonis, not even if his life depended on it. 

   Stuart reached for his drink and tried to moisten his now desiccated mouth, but his hand shook too much with nerves to accomplish it. So, he guietly set the glass down and pressed himself into the cushions as the man stepped over Aaron's legs and sat on the center table right in front of Stuart continuing to pin him in place with his unflinching glare. He still towered over Stuart even sitting with those wide shoulder and thick arms resting on his tree trunk thighs. 

  "Hey Reaper my man...How ya' doing?" Aaron's amused voice penetrated the heated haze of lust swimming around my brain. 

   "I'll be better when you tell me who this is and that he doesn't belong to you." The deep, whiskey smooth voice tingled over every one of Stuart's senses and he could have sworn he'd just come all over himself just by hearing the man speak for the first time. 

  Aaron had the audacity to laugh out loud and my head snapped around to face him, but the my brother's features immediately got serious as he responded. "This is my little brother Stuart, the baby of my family. Da's pride and joy and he's off limits. He's just here to only observe and learn about the community he's interested in. I'm making sure he learns about it safely." 

  Stuart lowered his long lashes to hide his eyes while Aaron bristled at the man he called Reaper, but they snapped back up to look directly at the man, and a shocked little gasp escaped his mouth when he heard Reaper declare. "You are right that he is off limits because I fully intend to make him mine." 

  Yep, I am sure my jaw unhinged as my chin hit the floor, and even Aaron gasped at the man's bluntness. Shit is about to get real up in here...