Beast Brothers 2: An MFM Twin Ménage Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  Epilogue

  Aidan

  “Is that what you’re wearing?” Amber asks.

  “What’s wrong with this?” I turn toward her and pull at the bottom of my t-shirt, showing it to her. “It’s a backyard barbecue.”

  “It’s a graduation party and our families will be coming,” she says. “How about your blue polo shirt?”

  “Since you’re the guest of honor,” I say before I pull the shirt over my head. As soon as I have it off, Amber’s right next to me.

  She runs a hand across my abs and up over my chest, then opens my jeans and starts to unzip them. “These pants are all wrong too,” she says with a grin.

  “Remember when I met you and you were such a good girl?” I say with mock regret. “Now you’re always looking for excuses to get me naked.”

  “I’m still a good girl,” she says as she wraps her hand around my cock. The warm squeeze she gives feels so damn good that I groan. The truth is I love the games we play, and the bold, aggressive side she’s discovered with me.

  “You’re right,” I agree. “You’re a very good girl.” I’m hard after only three tugs and when she flicks my nipple with her other hand, I’m ready to go.

  I look toward the clock on our nightstand. “I’m not sure we have enough time.”

  “Then we’ll have to be quick.” She drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth as she continues to work it, her fist wrapped around the base.

  It’s unbelievable to think that Amber had never even given anyone a blowjob when she met me, because she is very, very good at giving them now. But apparently that’s not what this quickie’s about.

  She releases me, stands up and takes a step back, doing a spin so the bottom of her short dress flares around her. “How’s my outfit?” she asks.

  Before I can answer, she bends over in front of me and flips her skirt up, showing me that she has nothing on underneath.

  Her perfectly round ass and the flash of her pussy send even more blood rushing to my already hard cock. “Oh fuck,” I murmur.

  “Yes, please. See what a nice girl I am, using my manners?” She smiles at me over her shoulder.

  “Up against the wall.” My voice sounds desperate as if I haven’t been laid in weeks, when actually we had sex twice yesterday, getting a head start on Amber’s graduation celebration.

  This gorgeous woman is mine, and I’m hers — and I’ve never stopped being glad about it. When I remember the way I used to be, it almost feels like another person … but all those moments led me to this one.

  I step forward and push her ahead of me until her hands are on the wall. I tug her hips toward me and she arches her back, showing me everything. She’s swollen and glistening, ready for me.

  Pushing back, Amber rubs against my cock, and it’s a wonder I don’t lose it right there. I love taking her like this and she knows it.

  I reach around, pull down the front of her dress, find her nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. She drops her head down and releases a long, low moan. I know what she likes too.

  “Fuck me, Aidan.”

  She doesn’t need to ask twice. I take a moment to squeeze her ass before I spread her open, wet my cock in her juices, and push deep inside her.

  I needed this. Of course I’ll take any chance I get to be inside her, but sex with Amber soothes my nerves, and I need that with what I’ve got planned for later.

  Amber

  Oh god, it’s always as good as the first time. How is that even possible?

  Aidan fills me, physically and emotionally, and though he satisfies me completely, I can never get enough of him.

  He has me pressed against the wall of our bedroom; I’m still in my dress, and his jeans are still around his hips. Even though we’re alone and in the privacy of our own little home, it feels like we’re stealing a moment out in public.

  “Just… like… that,” I cry as he bites the back of my neck and angles to drive deeper into me. “Yes… there… faster,” I beg. He pumps faster and harder, and I’m glad I’ve got the wall for support as he thrusts into me.

  “You feel so good,” I cry.

  “Come for me, babe. Come on my cock.” He kneads my breast with one hand and cups my pussy with the other. “I want to feel you come,” he growls in my ear. He finds my clit and presses it with his finger, his breath hot on my cheek as he says, “I’m about to come inside you.”

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I whimper.

  “I’m gonna fill you up.”

  Aidan’s words take me right over the edge. My walls clench around his pumping cock as my orgasm overtakes me. Pleasure flares in me, radiating from my center out to all points, making my legs numb with heat and my head light.

  “Yes! Yes!” I cry, as the first climax sparks another. “So good.” I moan as Aidan starts to let go. He digs his fingers into my hips, stiffens inside me, then pumps his release, over and over, filling me just as he’d promised.

  He collapses against me, and we rest for a moment, pressed together against the wall, his heart beating against my back, our breathing in sync. A knock on our front door startles us into action.

  Aidan hastily slips his cock back into his pants and pulls on his shirt. “I’ll get it.”

  As I clean up, I’m reminded of the first orgasm he gave me, up against the wall at the tutoring center. I smile, remembering how we were interrupted then too. There was so much I didn’t know about him then; so many misconceptions I had, thinking that he was only a bad boy rocker who would break my heart without even trying.

  We’ve been together for three years now, and apart from the misunderstanding over Eric, he’s never hurt me or given me reason to doubt him. And he’s the hard worker he told me he was. I’m so proud of how far he’s come, building up his own design business. While he’s been getting that started, he does landscaping for our landlord and for other properties in the area, and performs with a blues band a few times a month.

  Throwback is no more. Two of the guys split off to chase after fame. Aidan almost seemed relieved at first, but I could tell that he missed it. The new more laid-back situation seems to fit him perfectly, and he’s still sexy as hell onstage.

  I brush my hair and listen to the voices in the house. It sounds like Aidan’s dad is our first arrival. After I put on lip gloss, I hear another knock and hurry out to find my mom and sister at the door.

  “Hey, sweetie,” my mom says, giving me a big hug, even though I just saw her yesterday at commencement.

  “C’mon in,” I say, ushering them through the house and out into the backyard. Mr. Holt — Dave, as he insists I call him — is already getting started at the grill.

  Aidan comes over and receives a hug from my mom too. “Hi, Mrs. Paulson, Jessica, glad you could come. You remember my dad?”

  While our parents talk, Aidan and I slip inside to finish preparing the food.

  “You smell like you just had sex,” he says, as soon as we’re alone.

  “Don’t even mention it, or I’ll have you back in the bedroom right now,” I say.

  “How are we going to work together when you’re always trying to get my clothes off?”

  “You can work naked, can’t you?” I tease. I’ve been helping Aidan with marketing when I have time; now I’ll be able to help him with both of his businesses while I do other consulting work.

  Guests continue to arrive, and Aidan greets them and sends them outside while I finish making potato salad. Eventually I hear Megan’s voice in our entryway, and a moment later she’s in the kitchen, arms open to hug me.

  “We did it!” she squeals, squeezing me tightly.

  “Yes, we did!”

  Eric’s right behind her, carrying a tray of deviled eggs. “We did it!” he says, fondly mimicking our excitement.

  “Yay us!” I say, giving Eric a quick side hug.

  “Some of us just took a little longer than others,” Megan says, jabbing Eric with her elbow. She teases him, but it’s clear she
’s full of pride that Eric earned his degree early and is already working on his master’s.

  “The important thing is that you made it eventually,” Eric says before he wraps his arm around Megan and gives her a sweet kiss.

  “I think we’re almost ready to eat,” I say. “Could you take this outside with you?” I hand the bowl of finished potato salad to Megan. “I’ll be right out.”

  As they leave, Aidan comes back in from outside. “I think everyone’s here. What else do we need?”

  “I think we’re ready,” I say.

  “There is one more thing.” Aidan pulls me in for a kiss, long, sweet and tender. When we part, he says, “I’m proud of you.”

  Every now and then, at moments like this, I’m still amazed that he’s mine. “I’m so glad I almost flunked chemistry freshman year,” I say.

  Aidan smiles, but then his face turns serious. “I was going to do this in front of everyone, but I think we should be alone.”

  My first thought is that he’s going to give me a graduation gift, but something in his expression makes my stomach do a flip.

  He touches his forehead to mine and puts his arms around me. “You know I love you,” he says.

  “I love you too.”

  “And that I’ll always love you,” he says.

  My curiosity turns into a whole troupe of butterflies dancing in my stomach. The nerves I felt before that chemistry final are nothing by comparison. “I’ll always love you too,” I say, trying to make my voice steady.

  “That’s good,” he says, “Because I’m wondering …” He pulls a small jewelry box from his pocket. “If you’ll marry me.”

  Tears spring instantly to my eyes. “Oh my god! Aidan!” Overcome with joy, I throw my arms around his neck.

  “Is that a yes?” he says.

  “Yes, yes! Absolutely yes!” I’m shaking a little when he slips the ring on my finger.

  “I am officially the happiest man on the planet,” he tells me.

  “No making me cry!” I kiss him hard. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you forever.”

  I give him a glorious, tear-stained smile. “I love you more.” It’s another one of our little games, like our ongoing “competition” to give each other as much pleasure as possible. As of now, I think Aidan’s ahead by about a million orgasms — I do my best, but he does love making me come.

  We kiss again. The man who caught my attention with his sexy good looks and bad-boy attitude won my heart with his intelligence and tenderness. My bad-boy rocker is going to be my husband, and I know the spark between us will only get hotter with the years to come.

  Also by Stephanie Brother

  See where it all began with Megan’s story! Beast Brothers: An MFM Football Ménage Romance

  If Beauty couldn’t resist one gigantic beast, what hope do I have against two?

  They call them the Beast Brothers. Brock and Cody Easton are huge and hard — on the field and off.

  I vowed to never get involved with another football player, but when my car is hit and the drivers in the other vehicle happen to be the sexiest twin beasts in the whole NFL, what’s a girl to do?

  Resistance is futile when you find yourself in the back of a taxi with two sets of hungry eyes that want to look under your clothes, and four hands that want to touch you in all the best places.

  I know it’s stupid to break my resolution so soon. It gets worse, though.

  While I was living out of state with my douchebag cheating ex, my dad went and got himself a fiancée. And if that isn’t bad enough, my stepmom-to-be is the woman who spawned the Beasts.

  My wildest sexual experience ever has been with my enormous soon-to-be stepbrothers … and it could ruin everyone’s lives.

  I know I shouldn’t give in to them again, but how can I stand strong when they’re determined to claim me?

  Perfect: A Stepbrother Romance

  The first time I met Billy Taylor, we came thisclose to having sex in the parking lot of a bar.

  I was upset, okay? I’d just dumped my lying, cheating boyfriend. I had my perfect life with him all planned out, and then he ruined it when he put his hands on another woman.

  Billy isn’t like him, or any other man I’ve known … but I can’t let myself think about Billy. Or his amazing, sculpted, gorgeous Greek-god body. No. I can’t. And I absolutely, positively mustn’t fantasize about finishing what we started.

  We could never work. Ever. I’m all about the city. He’s country down to the bone.

  And if that’s not enough … he’s also my soon-to-be stepbrother.

  So I can’t think about the way he keeps teasing me, flirting with me, driving me crazy. Or remember the way his body felt against mine in that parking lot, all heat and hard muscle. And the times he’s been nice when I really needed it.

  I have a plan for my life, dammit. And Billy Taylor is not part of it.

  If I keep telling myself that, maybe I’ll even believe it.

  Speed: A Stepbrother Romance

  Kayla:

  Axel Beckers. Hotshot. Heartbreaker. My first crush. I’ve never truly gotten over him, and now he’s back in my life.

  Ten years ago, when I was fifteen, my mom was married to Axel’s dad, professional race car driver and serial cheater. It was no surprise when things ended badly for our parents, like World War III badly.

  Now I’m working at a magazine, and I get an assignment to interview Axel, who’s followed in his dad’s footsteps, professionally and personally. He’s an up-and-coming Indycar driver who’s also a regular feature on gossip sites. He’s got a different woman on his arm any time he’s not behind the wheel.

  I hope seeing him again will break the hold he unknowingly has on me.

  But things don’t go as planned.

  Axel:

  I can’t believe my onetime stepsister is all grown up. When she stumbles and lands right in my arms, I also can’t help noticing just how good she feels.

  They can call me a playboy, but what matters is winning races. On the track and off it, I get what I want, and what I want is Kayla.

  She’s determined to resist me, but she doesn’t stand a chance. Kayla belongs in my bed … no matter what anyone says.

  About the Author

  Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with bad boys and stepbrothers as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about complicated relationships, and this is her way of exploring the situations that bring couples together and threaten to keep them apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience of her books as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.

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