Stepbrother Romance Complete Series

by Ava Grace

  “That’s a good thing,” Josh said. “Because you’re stuck with me.”

  Chapter Eight

  Right after we’d fucked that first time, Taylor fell asleep on my chest. My heart was so full of love for her, I thought it might burst. My dick had softened but it was still buried inside her tight little pussy. My dick got uncomfortable after a few minutes, but I didn’t want to move her and risk her waking up so I just put up with the minor discomfort. Besides, having her naked body sprawled out on top of me more than made up for it. It was worth anything I could endure.

  Taylor was beautiful in sleep. Well, she was beautiful at any time, but she looked so serene and peaceful with her jaw slack and her nose twitching and I wondered if she was dreaming about me. I hoped so. We lay like that for a long time, but I didn’t want to run the risk of our parents coming home and finding us together so eventually I rolled her to the side and slid out of her before covering her with a sheet. Taylor mumbled something, but she wasn’t fully awake, so I replied with soothing noises and a lingering stroke of her hair then, with much regret, I went back to my own room. I waited for our parents to get home and after I was sure they were in bed for the night and unlikely to get up again, I snuck back into Taylor’s room and climbed in beside her once more.

  When I fucked her the second time, I did it slowly, taking her from behind. I rocked into her gently while I rubbed soothing circles against her clit and all too soon I was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and her pussy clenching and squeezing my cock tight. I had to hold my hand over her mouth to stifle the moan of pleasure as she came.

  “Shh,” I murmured against her ear. “You’ll wake up mom and dad.” But as her pussy continued to squeeze my cock in rapid little pulses, I lost the control I was so perilously clinging onto and came, emptying inside her with a grunt. I held her like that until our bodies had cooled and our breathing had returned to normal.

  I was so happy, I doubted that anything could burst my bubble, but despite what we felt for one another, I knew we were probably in for a tough time. I would never have admitted that to Taylor, of course. I wanted to protect her from the world. But I knew how cruel people could be so it would be a challenge to protect her from everything and everyone a hundred percent of the time.

  Despite wanting to spare her from all of life’s difficult decisions and tasks, later, after we’d eaten breakfast, I pulled her to one side and told her my plans.

  “I’m going over to Lucy and Aiden’s. I want to tell them about us before they hear the rumors and put two and two together.”

  Taylor eyed me defiantly. “Not without me you’re not.”

  I blew out a breath filled with frustration and ran a hand through my hair. “Come on, Tayl. Let me do this. Please?”

  I didn’t know how Lucy was going to react. If she was angry then I would have preferred her to take that anger out on me instead of Taylor. Unfortunately, my stepsister stood her ground.

  “I’m coming with you,” she insisted. “From now on, whatever we face, we do it together.”

  I thought about the best way to word my argument, but then one look at the resolution on her face and I knew any effort would be futile. When Taylor had made her mind up about something it was pointless trying to argue with her. I admired her courage, but that didn’t mean I had to be happy about her decision.

  “Fine, but let me do the talking, okay?”

  Her answering glare told me I didn’t stand a hope in hell of her listening to me about that. I should have known.

  “Are you done being an overbearing jerk?” she asked.

  “I’m not being overbearing,” I argued. “I’m just doing—“

  “Stop!” she fumed, putting her hand out in front of my face. “If the sentence ‘I’m just doing this for your own good,’ comes out of your mouth, you and I are going to have serious problems. You’re not my father or my brother. And if you think that being a couple entitles you to start bossing me around, you can think again.”

  God, she was sexy when she was angry. My dick got instantly hard. It was a good thing our parents had gone shopping after breakfast because otherwise, they would have been privy both to our argument and the punishing kiss I gave her afterward when I slammed her up against the refrigerator door. I pushed my tongue into her mouth like it had every right to be there and I ground my dick against the mound of her pussy. I wanted in.

  I hadn’t expected her to push me away, exactly, but when she kissed me back with equal enthusiasm and gasped out my name against my lips, I was done for. I had my hand up the front of her dress and was pulling her panties down before either of us could catch our breath. I freed my dick as quickly as my fumbling hands could manage then I lifted her leg, wrapped it around my hip and stuffed my dick into her.

  “Oh!” Taylor shouted out, her head slamming back against the refrigerator door. “God, yes, Josh. Don’t stop.”

  I wasn’t about to.

  The fuck was fast and rough. She was so wet already that my dick slid in with ease. Each hard thrust slammed her back against the door, but she took it all beautifully, begging for more with words and with the way her hips met mine on every thrust. But it wasn’t enough. The position was hot as hell, but I couldn’t fuck her as good as I wanted to. I needed to get deeper. I pulled out of her.

  “Bend over the table for me, baby,” I instructed, already pulling her in that direction.

  Taylor’s mouth opened in a silent ‘O’. “I’ve fantasized about you doing me over the table in here,” she said, almost shyly.

  My dick liked the admission very fucking much. As did I. “Me too,” I told her.

  She gave me a searing look over her shoulder as she bent at the waist, pushing her ass out in invitation. It was so round and peachy and as I pushed my cock through her cheeks, the head grazed her asshole and she gasped.

  “You like that?” I asked. “You want me to fuck you here one day, baby?”

  She nodded enthusiastically. “Please, Josh.”

  Jesus fuck.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for patience. Then I rammed my dick home, slamming it between her soaking wet folds. Holy shit, it felt amazing. She had the tightest, sweetest pussy I could have hoped for. I gripped hold of her hips and fucked her with every bit as much passion as I’d used previously only now, I was in the perfect position to thrust deep.

  So that was exactly what I did.

  Taylor moaned and whimpered as my balls slapped against the back of her legs, her pussy grinding onto my cock, begging for my seed. I plunged in and out of her over and over again until she shouted out my name each time I got balls deep.

  “You want me to come inside you, baby?” I asked, my voice trembling almost as much as my legs. “You want it, Taylor?”

  “Oh God, please, Josh,” she begged. “Please.”

  Fuck me. She was amazing. I ground my hips against her and her body blossomed. Her back arched and she came, screaming out my name, her sweet, tight pussy clamping down on my cock. I lost it. I fucking lost it. I slammed into her once, twice and then I was coming too, roaring through my release, pushing into her so deeply as my balls emptied and filled her with my seed. It was fucking beautiful.

  “Josh,” she whispered, sagging against the table. “That was incredible.”

  “Babe, yeah,” I managed to reply, amazed I even got those two words out. She was right. It had been incredible.

  We were later getting over to Lucy and Aiden’s place than I’d hoped, but the rumors hadn’t reached them yet. We all went out to their backyard so we could have some privacy to talk. I came right out and told them that Taylor and I were together, like it or lump it.

  Lucy got angry at first, looking at Taylor with accusation in her eyes. Then she cried. Then she grabbed Taylor and hugged her so hard I thought she was going to crack a couple of Taylor’s ribs.

  “I’m so happy for you,” she said at last. “And I know you didn’t do this to spite me so don’t even worry that I might
think that, okay? I don’t.”

  Taylor burst into tears then too and Aiden and I just looked on awkwardly while they bawled and hugged it out. Aiden still hadn’t spoken.

  “You good with this?” I asked him, kicking at the dirt with the toe of my sneakers.

  He lifted his head and met my gaze. “Don’t know,” he admitted, after chewing it over for a few seconds. “I’m pissed at you. I know that.”

  I tried to hide my grin. I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him.

  “You want a hug?” I asked.

  He stared at me like I’d just grown another dick. “Fuck no!”

  I couldn’t help it. I threw my head back and let out the laugh I’d been trying to stifle. It felt good to get it out. When I saw his mouth twitching, I knew we were going to be okay and as I looked over at Taylor and Lucy still clinging to one another and whispering some shit in each other’s ears, I knew they were going to be okay too. Our parents were going to be slightly trickier, but they were good people, they’d deal. And the rest of the world? Couldn’t say I really gave two hoots what anyone else thought, but I hoped people would be cool, for Taylor’s sake. Didn’t matter because she had me and I was going to make sure she was the happiest girl in the world. She could count on it.

  The End

  Making Her Safe

  Ava Grace

  Prologue

  Cole

  I anticipated the blow to my face before it came, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Each time my father hit me the pain was just as bad as it had been the time before. I was used to the anger he always displayed after he’d been drinking and I tried to stay out of his way when he came home from the bar, but I wasn’t always successful. If I did capture his attention, I tried not to make him any angrier than he already was, but my daddy was a mean sonofabitch and sometimes he got pissed and lashed out at me just for the hell of it.

  I used to hope that he would change or that I could stop making him so angry all the time, but sometime around the age of eight, I came to the realization that he’d always be that way—I just had to learn to live with it. The only thing I could do was count down the years until I’d be old enough to get the hell away from him. When I was younger, I used to fantasize about running away, but it was surprising how easily you could get used to the numbing pain of a black eye or a cracked rib.

  I used to have this dream that someone would turn up to our trailer door one day and tell me that it was all a big mistake—that he wasn’t really my daddy, there had been some sort of mix up at the hospital and my real parents were waiting for me to come home to them. But of course, no one ever came and there could be no denying that he was my father. Not really. I looked exactly like him, or how he used to look before the heavy boozing had added a couple of decades to his face.

  I often wondered if things would have been different if my mom hadn’t died in a car accident not long after I’d been born. I couldn’t imagine my pop ever being a warm hearted and pleasant man, but mom had to have seen something good in him to want to marry him and have me, didn’t she?

  Things changed drastically for me a couple of months after my tenth birthday. I remember the day as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. I’d just got home from school and made myself a bowl of Lucky Charms for dinner and when the door to our trailer banged open, my daddy walked in with two guests. The first was a tall, beautiful blonde woman with legs that went on forever and the second was a young girl who was maybe a year or two younger than me.

  If I’d thought the woman was beautiful, it was evident I didn’t know what true beauty was, because when I finally allowed myself to look at the girl, she was perfection personified. I couldn’t turn my gaze away from her. I’d thought that God had sent an angel to my door. I was so captivated, I tipped nearly the entire bowlful of lucky charms in my lap. That made my father mad and he crossed the room in three long strides and backhanded me across the face. It was a good thing we were always out of milk because if I’d have spilled anything other than dry cereal, he’d have taken off his belt.

  The girl’s eyes widened when my father hit me then she hid behind the woman I assumed to be her mother, shaking and clinging pitifully to the back of her legs. Despite the fact that my cheek felt like it was on fire, I didn’t even acknowledge my father because all I could see was that pitiful young girl with fear in her pretty hazel eyes. I was annoyed at my father and embarrassed that she had to see that. She looked too pure and innocent to witness any of the world’s ugliness.

  I wanted to tell her that it was alright, that I was used to it and that I’d be fine, but the words eluded me. Besides, if I spoke without invitation I would have got another backhander so it was better for me to keep my mouth shut. Still, I wanted to talk to her so badly that it caused a pain in my chest. I wanted to comfort her, I just didn’t know how.

  “This is Arlene. She’s gonna be your stepmother,” my dad said.

  I stared at him, uncomprehending. “Stepmother?”

  He glared at me then turned to Arlene and declared, “Boy is dumber than a box ‘o hammers.”

  She shrugged. “Maybe he’s in shock.”

  Dad glared at me again. “You heard me right, boy. I said, stepmother. We’s a getting married. Now go take your new sister outside to play. Your mother and me got things to do, ain’t that right, Arlene.”

  He grabbed her ass then pulled her to him, kissing her full on the mouth. The little angel behind them whimpered so I went over, took hold of her hand and led her outside. I’d seen my father’s open displays of affection before and they were enough to make me nauseous. He often brought women back to the trailer then disappeared with them into his bedroom, but this was the first time he’d told me he was going to marry one of them.

  My pop must have thought that my new sister wasn’t important enough to warrant an introduction and I wondered how he could be so screwed up in his thinking process. This perfect creature should never be thought of as inconsequential.

  I led her over to the picnic table that sat outside a trailer three doors down from ours. The trailer belonged to Mary, an elderly woman who rarely came outside so she didn’t mind me using it.

  “What’s your name?” I asked after we sat down.

  Her big hazel eyes were wide and made her look like a deer caught in headlights. I wanted to protect her all the more.

  “It’s okay,” I said, using my best soothing voice. I don’t know how it came off because I didn’t have the best role model in that department. My father had never said a soothing thing to me in his entire life. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

  She eyed me warily then let out a long sigh. “It’s Lydia.”

  It was the first time I’d heard her speak and I instantly wanted to hear more of her voice. It was high and Melodic and as pretty as church bells—not that I’d ever stepped foot inside a church. The only church my father had ever been interested in was the kind that served him hard liquor.

  “I’m Cole,” I told her. “And I’m ten. How old are you?”

  Most of the suspicion had vanished out of her eyes now, but she glanced around us surreptitiously like the bogey man might jump out from behind one of the trailers at any moment.

  “Nine.”

  “Yeah? So I’m going to be your older brother.” I tried the words out on my tongue and found that I didn’t like them. It didn’t feel right that she should be my sister, step or otherwise. I didn’t know why.

  “Does your daddy always hit you?” she asked me.

  I lowered my gaze, embarrassed by her question. “Yeah, mostly.”

  She sucked in an unsteady breath. “Is he going to hit me too?”

  The very idea made my blood boil in my veins. “No,” I assured her. “He’s never going to hit you because I’m always going to be here to protect you.”

  “Do you promise?” she asked.

  I nodded solemnly. “I promise. I’ll never let him hurt you like he hurts me.”


  Chapter One

  Cole

  Three months had passed since I’d last been back to the damn trailer park and I could feel the oppression of the place weighing down my shoulders as I walked through the rows towards my old man’s trailer. The day I got my own condo had been one of the best days of my life, second only to the day I met Lydia.

  I’d missed my stepsister something fierce since I’d moved out of the trailer we’d lived in together, but the older I got, the less I could stand my old man. He’d stopped hitting me when I turned seventeen, but only because I’d started to hit him back. He would have kicked me out if he could have, but then he would have lost the welfare check he got for looking after me and my old man took his boozing money seriously so we’d reached an impasse. He didn’t lay a finger on me anymore, but he made it clear that he barely tolerated me.

  I’d had a growth spurt when I hit seventeen and I towered above him now. Sometimes when he was drunk and in a foul mood, his hand curled into a fist and I knew he was itching to hit me, but then I’d stand up to my full height and he’d back down. That couldn’t go on forever. I knew that as soon as I turned eighteen all bets would be off. I’d have to move out or get kicked out because my old man wasn’t going to keep a roof over my head if there was nothing in it for him.

  After months of hanging around the auto shop on the outskirts of town and begging Barney, the owner to train me as a mechanic, he finally took pity on me and offered me a job. It came with a small condo above the shop that smelled of engine oil, but it was mine and I only had to pay a nominal amount of rent for it. Barney was my savior and getting that job and condo had been a lifesaver to me. I don’t know where I would have ended up without them.

  Of course, I’d wanted to take Lydia with me when I moved out and I’d begged my old man to let her come live in my condo, but the bastard shot me down. His fear of losing out on even more drinking money had swayed him. Besides, Lydia’s waste of space mother had refused to let her go, too. Between the two of them, my hands were tied. Lydia promised me that she’d be okay until she turned eighteen and was old enough to move out on her own accord so I’d given up trying to change their minds.