I've ridden shotgun to hell and back with him.
My road brother. The one who stares down rivals with eyes like chipped flint, who holds our club together when the world wants it in pieces. Straight as the blacktop we burn up, or so he thinks. But I've seen the cracks. The way his shoulders sag alone in the clubhouse haze, bone-lonely under that president's cut.
Loyalty's our code. Brothers in ink and blood. Except mine's twisted into something sharper. Hungrier. Every brush of knuckles in a fight, every shared cigarette in the motel gloom - it pulls at me like a blade across leather. I want to pin him down, make him feel what I've buried for years.

One night, after the bullets stopped flying, we crashed into that shadowed room reeking of sweat and smoke. His body slammed against mine on the Harley, leather slick where it shouldn't stick. Heat rising off him like exhaust. I broke first. Tasted salt on his neck, felt him harden under my grip. No words. Just his gasp, ragged and real, as brotherhood shattered into possession.
He's fighting it. Denying the pull that has us both sleepless, hands blood-streaked and clasped too tight. One wrong move, and his throne crumbles. The club's empire fractures. That untouchable alpha mask he wears? Gone. But pulling back would gut me worse.
This jealousy chews through me. Watching him lead, all grit and growl masking the void only I could fill. What if I push harder? Drag him under with touches that rewrite our rules, nights where regret mixes with release until he begs for my mark?
Can a king of the road claim his brother's obsession without losing everything he's bled for?

A full-length dark possessive MC bi awakening erotic romance featuring a straight club leader and his jealous gay road brother. Includes themes of MM possession and forbidden brotherhood.