Romance: Stepbrother On Top

by A. Valentine

  “There’s something about the way you taste that really turns me on,” Luke said looking up at Catie. Catie blushed and pulled his head up to her face. Pressing their mouths together, Catie licked up her juices off of Luke’s mouth which aroused a sweet but deep purr from him, Luke couldn’t take it any longer. The thick woman’s stomach was starting to show, so he wasn’t as rough with the news reporter, but he quickly scooped her into his arms and lowered both of their bodies into the Jacuzzi.

  “There’s something about you that really turns me on,” Catie said as her back hit against the back of the Jacuzzi. The water was hot and the jets shot against her body, but it felt good on her naked skin. Luke smiled and growled deeply when he pressed inside of Catie’s body. The pleasure that shot through Catie’s entire being was almost too unbearable, but there was no way that she was going to stop Luke.

  As Catie took every inch of Luke’s length into her overly sensitive body, she was glad that she sat down and listened to Luke instead of trying to ruin his life. After Luke saved her from that deranged wolf and she went back to work the next day, she told Michael and the executives of the TV station that she would like to tell the world that though there were bad shapeshifters, that there were heroic ones as well. The executives didn’t like the fact that Catie went behind their orders, which they only gave to Catie because she said that she was an expert in the material, but they allowed her to go along with her plans and the news program had the highest viewer count that they’ve ever had in the past ten years.

  “You’re so juicy,” Luke moaned and grabbed a handful of Catie’s backside before he placed her on top of him in a sitting position. “I want you this way, can you move on your own?” Luke asked out of breath. He wanted to give Catie pleasure that she had never felt before, but his alpha-lion personality was starting to take over him and he was afraid that he’d pound hard against Catie in the Jacuzzi. He didn’t want to hurt his mate nor his cub. Catie nodded her head and lifted her hips up slowly before dropping back down onto him.

  “Hah!” Catie moaned in pleasure as Luke began to throb against her sweet spot. Catie rode Luke deep as their mouths crushed into each other. Catie sucked on Luke’s tongue, still tasting herself on it. Catie kind of enjoyed making love in a Jacuzzi, especially when Luke had one in all of his homes. She had to admit… she wasn’t a gold-digger, but she enjoyed all of the things that the billionaire alpha male owned that they had sex on or in. A private beach, a private jet, in every one of his homes… it was fun.

  “Can you do doggie?” Luke asked and Catie couldn’t help but to chuckle and blush at the question. She found it humorous that a cat wanted to do it doggie style. She nodded her head and Luke quickly pulled out of her and helped turn her around. Once Luke found the perfect angle, he rammed his hard member back into her and couldn’t help the growls that escaped his clenched lips. They moved fast and hard and didn’t care that water was going over the edge of the Jacuzzi. When Catie felt herself quickly reaching her climax, she reached her arm out under her growing belly and gripped Luke’s sack in her hand.

  “Shi… I can’t,” Luke moaned and thrusted several more times before reaching his climax. At the sound of Luke’s puzzled voice when Catie fondled his balls, Catie let out a glass shattering scream and came hard on Luke as he exploded his semen inside of her.

  “I love you,” Catie moaned as she lied her head down on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Luke was hot and the steam was starting to get to the both of them.

  “I love you too,” Luke said and pulled out of Catie. He helped her out of the Jacuzzi and Luke held her tightly in his arms as he walked them towards the bedroom. Catie snuggled in Luke’s arms perfectly content. Luke destroyed her viewpoint of shapeshifters that she had for almost twenty years in only a few days. Luke made Catie feel things that she was sure that no human man could ever make her feel. Luke was Catie’s Prince Charming, her knight in shining armor there to save her, the damsel in distress, whenever she needed him. The only difference from these men portrayed in fairytales was that Luke happened to be a shapeshifter and not a human.

  And despite that difference… Catie would trade Luke, nor her unborn baby, for anything in the world.

  The Auctioned Lion Dom

  By: Sheila Hope

  The Auctioned Lion Dom

  © Sheila Hope, 2016 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Chapter One

  “Mac, these eggs are too runny,” Jenna said as she slid the heavy plate across the metal surface in the direction of the breakfast sous chef.

  The sassy man of age 29, who’d climbed up the ranks to his current position at a very rapid pace, flitted his eyelashes and stared at her with eyes narrowed. She was the only person allowed to call him Mac and even more the only one to so casually bring back plates due to silly customer complaints– the eggs were not runny by any measure. “I see Madame Parrot has decided to join us again,” he muttered as he snatched up the plate and unceremoniously threw the food into the trash as per the restaurant’s health regulations.

  “It’s Madame Perot,” she corrected to test his already wafer-thin patience.

  He did not even dignify her with a glare, instead cracking open two more and getting to work on them despite having already started on another order. “If I see that in writing I say ‘Perot’, which is just what she sounds like on a good day,” he remarked.

  Jenna stretched back with hands resting on her hips as she watched him cook. He was quick but careful all while making it look like he did everything with such ease. She clicked her tongue, getting lost in watching him, and realized a bit later he’d turned to look at her with annoyance. “Can I help you?”

  “Can I help you?” he snapped back with a scoff. “Don’t you have tables to wait or you have all the morning shift to watch this little show back here?”

  Jenna rolled her blue eyes playfully before spinning around on her heels and walking back out to check on the customers seated at her tables, chestnut brown hair trailing down prettily from where it was neatly pinned at the back of her head. It was not long before she felt the penetrating gaze of Madame Perot so she quickly went back to ask if the woman’s new order was ready. Mac handed her the warm plate but was too busy with other orders to quip. She walked over to the table with an apologetic grin and set the plate down as she said, “Fresh order, Madame Perot. Our sous chef personally cooked it so we hope it’s up to par!” She watched as the older woman poked at the eggs with pursed lips before giving a curt nod of approval, looking up at Jenna to shoo her away. Jenna forced a smile and went off to check on her other customers.

  “You’re lucky you only have to deal with her nonsensical complaints on occasion,” Jenna complained to Mac as he threw his uniform in the soiled bin and walked over to his locker. He just listened to her go on about Perot and then other issues she’d had to deal with during her shift. As much as he seeme
d to not have patience for petty things and not care for anything that would bug him, he was actually a good listener where Jenna was concerned. They’d formed a quick and interesting bond when she’d been hired, one that confused people as to whether or not they were actually close. They rarely saw each other outside of work but did spend a fair amount of time text messaging back and forth, particularly when bored or dealing with nuisances. “You have tomorrow off, right?” She hated when she was scheduled in the mornings sans Mac.

  He nodded. “Time to get some sleep,” he muttered wearily. He slipped on his stylish sneakers and stuck his leather wallet in the back pocket of his fitted jeans. He was a sharp dresser and always looked good even when he was totally casual. He looked at Jenna and she could almost feel his awkward pat on her shoulder but he did not actually go through with it. “You go on and get out of here too. Why stick around longer than you gotta?”

  Jenna pulled out the light sundress from her locker and walked into a changing room, hastily pulling off her server uniform and throwing on the dress. It was a bright, warm day out so she was glad she’d had the foresight to stuff her favorite blanket, newest magazines, sunglasses, and a large bottle of water into a tote bag the previous night. The sundress was somewhat short, showing off her rather thick thighs, and it draped flatteringly on her curvy waist-to-hip line. Having grown up in a society where it could easily be crippling to be thick and curvy especially when compared to photos of women seen on magazines, she hadn’t always been confident to wear such dresses. She never looked in dresses the way the catalog model did or in her old high-school uniform the way the pretty, blonde cheerleaders had. For many years it had been difficult for her to deal with and, in retrospect, it had contributed in some form to the string of bad relationships she’d had. Now, however, her mindset and confidence were much different so she wore her clothes proudly.

  After quickly slathering on some sunblock she sent Kelly, her best friend, a quick message to meet up with her at the park and walked out of the restaurant. She strolled down to the park, conveniently walking distance from both her job and home, and spread out the blanket neatly on the grass under the shade of a large tree. She’d just flipped open one of her trashy magazines when she heard Kelly’s voice from a distance.

  “I wanted to beat you here,” Kelly lamented as she dropped down to sit on the blanket beside Jenna. Jenna laughed and sat up, not bothering to close her magazine.

  “I was wondering why you got here so fast,” she commented in surprise.

  “Are you saying I’m slow?”

  “Yes,” Jenna replied without hesitation. Kelly mocked being hurt but then shrugged.

  “Luckily I have some free time now. It’s like you sensed it or something,” Kelly told Jenna. She ran her hands through her light blonde hair before sweeping it to the side. Kelly was very pretty in a conventional sort of way, not that it was a bad thing at all. The thing about her, though, was she didn’t act like it. From her way of talking to the way she demonstrated her confidence and even down to what she was passionate about, Kelly seemed to surprise everyone. It was one of the biggest reasons Jenna had been able to form such a strong bond with her. Kelly was also very kind, if a bit stubborn, but both qualities ultimately helped her career-wise. She worked for a non-profit organization focusing its efforts on nature conservation. Jenna always wondered how she managed it because the stuff Kelly had to patiently put up with was intense. It was just another thing on a long list of reasons Jenna admired her.

  “I thought you were supposed to have today off,” Jenna wondered.

  “I was but you know how it goes when planning major events! We have a meeting today since the date is so near,” Kelly informed before taking a meaningful pause. Jenna looked away from her, eyes shut; she knew exactly where this was going. And, sure enough, the next words to come out of her best friend’s mouth were exactly what she’d expected. “It would be a lot better to plan this thing knowing my best friend will be a part of it.”

  “I will be. I’ll be there, as a guest, sitting with the crowd.”

  Kelly arched her brow and retorted, “That’s attending it. I want you to be a part of it.”

  “You want me to parade around and wonder how much I’ll go for,” Jenna deadpanned.

  “I want you to support a worthy cause and not be ‘single by choice’ just for one night,” Kelly said. “It’s just a teeny bachelorette auction. One night out. It’s not like I’m selling you!”

  Jenna rolled her eyes and said, “I didn’t invite you to join me just so I could be badgered! What’s it going to take for you to finally drop it?”

  “A ‘yes’ from you would work, I’m sure,” Kelly chimed with a mischievous grin.

  “What time is your meeting?”

  Kelly shot Jenna an exasperated look before replying, “Soon. I have to go, actually.”

  She tapped Jenna on the shoulder and smiled before walking away with a bounce to her step. Jenna was sure her best friend was convinced she’d win in the end; the troubling thing was Jenna thought she probably would. It was not that big a deal, after all, and it was for a worthy cause. Not only that, she wanted to be supportive and if Kelly would feel grateful for Jenna actually being part of the auction then it wouldn’t kill her to do it.

  She lied down on her tummy and began to read her magazine but a little while into it the sound of running footsteps and high-pitched laughter distracted her, so she looked up to see a little child of about 7 years with strawberry blonde hair and fair skin trotting about gleefully with a football in her hands. Her dad was trailing behind her, clearly tired but enjoying every second of the happiness on his daughter’s face, and Jenna could not help but notice how young he looked. He seemed to be even younger than her, an independent young lady of 28 years, but that would mean he’d had his daughter at a very early time in life.

  Not recognizing him from her high school she figured he had to be someone who’d moved to town later on or had, for some reason, commuted to a different school. The town was not exactly the kind of small where everyone knew each other but it was definitely not a large one either. It was a happy medium of quiet and friendly but still with plenty to do and new faces to be seen out and about. The man turned to look at Jenna and smiled, making her breath catch in her throat and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She smiled pleasantly before quickly looking down at her magazine and turning the page. It was horrible to be caught staring at a stranger. She scanned the table of contents but nothing stood out, primarily because she was trying to get rid of the humiliation she felt. She silently found herself hoping she never saw the young man again.

  Chapter Two

  “It’s not that big a deal,” Carly laughed the following morning as they tied their aprons before heading out to the main room. The restaurant was going to open soon and they were the only two servers to arrive so far. “You’ve always been so weird about that.”

  “I’m not weird about that,” Jenna defended. “It’s just so awkward to be caught staring at someone, especially if you don’t know that person.”

  “Let’s be honest, Jenna, you’d feel just as embarrassed if I caught you staring at me.”

  Jenna huffed but said nothing, knowing Carly was absolutely right. She made sure her hair was neatly pinned before walking out and greeting her supervisor. Not five minutes after the doors had opened three parties walked in, all a bit too happy for the early morning. Among them she noticed two men who appeared to be business associates rather than acquaintances; then realized one of them was the same man she’d seen at the park the day before. She gasped and quickly rounded back to hide behind the wall sectioning off the short hallway that led to the kitchen.

  “What are you doing?” She heard Carly’s annoyed voice from the other side of the wall.

  “The man from the park is here,” Jenna breathed.

  Carly popped her head behind the wall to look at Jenna in confusion and, quite obviously, little patience for what she probably consid
ered some sort of early morning shenanigans.

  “Which one is he? The taller one with dark hair or the one that looks like a ginger?”

  “Carly!”

  “What? He does look like–”

  “Ugh yes, him. The one with copper hair is the man from the park.”

  “He looks young to have a 7-year-old daughter,” she muttered. “And bad news, honey,” Carly said with amusement, nodding toward Jenna’s table.

  The man from the park and his companion had been assigned to her area. She sighed. “Good luck,” Carly hummed as she brushed past her to attend to her own tables.

  Jenna sighed again before fixing a smile to her face and walking over to the table in as high spirits as possible. “Good morning,” she chirped.

  “Morning!” The young man from the park smiled widely and it was quite clear he recognized her from the previous day. The man sitting across looked up curiously, perhaps detecting the tone of voice from his companion. “Fancy seein’ you here!”

  “Oh,” Jenna replied dumbly, not quite sure what to say. All she wanted was to move past the embarrassment of being caught staring but here it was staring her right back in the face and there was no way for her to escape. She dreaded having to wait on the table for the duration of their meal, especially when the other young man began to talk.

  “You two know each other?”

  “Not exactly,” the man from the park responded vaguely.

  The other young man smirked as if he’d caught onto something– something that had most definitely never happened. “Oh,” he muttered smarmily.

  Jenna’s cheeks blazed up and she just knew that turning beet red would only make matters worse but she could not help it. She wanted to scream that it was nothing like that but it was all she could do to just stand there quietly, willing herself not to make a scene. She did not want even more attention than she currently had.