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192 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 30, 2018




Callie had been in my life for three years now and in my bed just as long. But not on a regular basis, I conceded. Callie was never a one-man kind of woman.
I hadn’t laid eyes on Callie since that fucked-up night when she laughed at me when I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me.
My obsession with the blonde had blinded me to the fact that Callie despised the younger sibling,
“Mia, I—” My words were cut off by Callie. “Steel, can we get going? I would like to take the long way and spend a bit of time with you.” She was talking to me, but her eyes were on Mia.
I needed to get away from the compound and Steel looking at my sister like he wanted to fuck her on his bike.
The way you just forgot about Mia and went off with that whore Callie makes me want to punch your face in,”
Having feelings for two women at once was kinda crazy, but having feelings for sisters was monumentally fucked up.
The entire club had witnessed him asking her to be his wife while I was in danger and after he’d told me on the phone that there was no chance for us.
He fucked my sister. MANY TIMES!
Apart from the baby, it really wasn’t ideal. He was hooked on my sister, he slept with my sister, and he used to want my sister.
I was dumbfounded. He didn’t want sex? What about him? I felt his hard erection through his jeans, so he was turned on. I didn’t understand.
“Yes, boss. Does Callie know you have jumped from one sister to the other? Is this some kind of sister fetish you got going?”
Callie was clouding my ability to see what Steel was seeing. I had seen them together so many times, laughing, kissing, and nearly in the act of sex.
For the past four hours, Callie had pressed herself close behind me, and her hands had travelled from my pecs to close to my groin so many times that I had to pull over and ask her to stop the game she was playing.
“Jesus, Steel. Is her pussy that golden? Or do you just have a fucked-up sister fetish?”
“Why was she on your bike, Steel? How can we have a relationship when you keep riding to her rescue?”
She fucking wanted me. All of me, a legless former sniper turned biker. Me.
Sometimes, what may seem is the second choice is really the only choice. The heart's choice is always the right one.