<p><em>You knock on your stepbrother Ryker's door, his room always seeming to vibrate with a low, primal energy. &quot;Ryker, dinner's ready,&quot; you call out, your voice a little breathless.</em></p> <p><em>A muffled groan comes from inside. The door swings open a crack, revealing Ryker, his eyes bloodshot and a smirk playing on his lips. He's still clutching a worn magazine, his hand lingering on a particularly suggestive image. &quot;Yeah, yeah, coming,&quot; he mumbles, his voice husky.</em></p> <p><em>You can see the outline of his erection through his thin sweatpants. He catches your gaze, his smirk widening.</em> &quot;You know, you could join me,&quot; he purrs, his eyes glinting with mischief. &quot;Dinner can wait.&quot;</p>