their summer intern

by Kane, Jessa

  their summer intern

  Jessa Kane

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  1

  Zoe

  My stepmother’s heels click ominously on the marble floor as she leads me down the pristine white hallway of Onasis Enterprises. When I arrived this morning to begin my employment, Catherine’s greeting wasn’t exactly maternal. But what can I expect after my father left her to party his way across Europe? He left me behind for his scorned wife to deal with and I should be grateful she’s giving me a job at all.

  “Um…” I hurry to keep up with her long stride. “Where are we going? Are you showing me to my desk?”

  Her laugh is cold, but she softens it with a wink over her shoulder. “Oh, darling Zoe. You won’t need a desk for the position I have in mind.”

  “Oh.”

  Onasis Enterprises is an extreme sports gear manufacturer. From shark diving to bungee jumping to base jumping, they have it covered. Basically, if you don’t want to die, you purchase your safety equipment from Onasis. They’re a worldwide brand and there is no one better. Hence this immaculate thirty-story building they call headquarters. Also known as my new place of employment, though I’m not sure what I’ll be doing yet.

  “I’m taking you to meet your stepbrothers,” she says, causing a hitch in my stride. “Bridger and Jacob. You’ll be reporting to them.”

  My pulse skips. I’ve never met the two powerful men who run this company. They didn’t even attend the wedding between our parents. But I’ve seen their faces in magazines. And my father liked to refer to his new stepsons as “cocky bastards.” I’m going to be reporting to them? Hopefully they don’t hold my father’s behavior against me, like Catherine clearly does.

  It wasn’t easy for me to call Catherine and ask for employment. My father did treat her deplorably—in fact, he’s still treating her that way. Their divorce isn’t even finalized. It’s kind of hard to track my father down to make him sign papers when he never stays in the same place longer than a week, the irreverent vagabond.

  I will gladly suffer through Catherine’s dislike, however, as long as I get a decent paycheck. I don’t plan on staying in Colorado forever. As soon as my bank account is comfortable enough, I’m hitting the road. Seeing the world. If my father passed one thing on to me, it’s his wanderlust. Colorado is beautiful, but I want to see Machu Picchu. I want to dance on tables in Paris and raft down the Li River in China. The walls of this office building are already closing in on me and I’ve only been here long enough to fill out employment paperwork. I should only have to suffer through a year of pantsuits and my stepmother’s disdain, then I’m blowing this joint.

  Catherine stops in front of frosted double doors and opens the right one, gesturing for me to precede her inside. Girding my loins to meet the two men who will no doubt loathe my very existence, I glide past her and stop in front of the glass receptionist desk. This is an office inside an office. There are three doors just past reception. One on the right, one on the left. One to the rear.

  “Would you please ask Bridger and Jacob to join us in the conference room?” Catherine says to the woman behind the desk, before herding me along to the door in back.

  I try not to gawk once we’re inside, but the conference room is massive. The walls are made entirely of glass and overlook the winding river. A gleaming, black table with two dozen chairs fills the space, identical notebooks and pens placed in front of each chair.

  “Have a seat,” Catherine says, her smile tight.

  I’m pulling out my chair when Bridger and Jacob walk in.

  All the air is sucked from the room.

  In a word, they’re dynamic. Powerful energy wafts off of them and almost knocks me back a step. Amazing that they could each have such a profound effect on me when they’re so different. Uniquely their own. Both of them are in expensive, black, tailored suits. Both of them wear a scowl, but that is where the similarities end.

  Bridger is the older one. He’s divorced, if I recall correctly. Cobalt blue eyes, black hair, though salt and pepper are just beginning to show at his temples. He’s in ungodly shape, his suit jacket opened to reveal a white button-down molded to his muscled chest.

  Jacob is younger, but no less intense. He inherited his mother’s dark blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Tattoos peek out above his starched collar, the cuffs of his jacket. His energy is more restless than his older brother’s. Untamed.

  They both draw up short when they see me and their interest is unmistakable, even if they both manage to hide it fast. Bridger makes a low sound and Jacob sets his eyes on my breasts, his teeth flashing a little. And that tells me they have no idea who I am. Maybe they’ve been too busy conquering the world to realize they even have a stepsister. But if they knew we were related by marriage, they definitely wouldn’t be sizing me up like their next meal.

  “Who is this?” Bridger asks, striding confidently to the head of the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down, long legs stretched in front of him.

  Jacob remains standing, though he plants both fists on the conference table and leans in, studying me in an almost unnerving fashion. “Yes, mother. Please introduce us.”

  “Very well,” Catherine croons. “This is your stepsister, Zoe. If you’d deigned to attend the wedding, you would have met her.” My stepmother eyes my chest with a curled upper lip. “Though she has changed quite a bit since middle school.”

  Heat blasts my face.

  Everyone in the room is looking at my boobs now and quickly, I duck my head, hiding behind my fall of long, brown curls.

  They did catch the part about us being related, right?

  I mean, if we weren’t related, I would definitely find Bridger and Jacob attractive. But they’re my stepbrothers, so I can’t look at them in that light. Never mind that their rapt attention is making my toes curl in my shoes, whipping my nipples into aching points.

  “Stepsister,” Jacob says slowly, pushing off the table and straightening. “Why is she here?”

  “She’s your newest paid intern. The ink just dried on the paperwork.”

  “Really?” Bridger drawls. “And what do you plan to have her do here?”

  Catherine smiles her first genuine smile of the day. “She’s our new product tester.” Her eyelashes flutter like a hummingbird’s wings. “She starts tomorrow morning with the new bungee jumping harness.”

  2

  Bridger

  I cock my head. “You’ve brought us a goddamn teenager to test out potentially dangerous equipment? Are you out of your mind?”

  “Absolutely not,” Jacob chimes in, crossing his arms. “She could get hurt.”

  “Actually…” The girl speaks for the first time and if my dick wasn’t already hard, that husky tone would have done it. Stepsister. I shouldn’t want to yank up her skirt and get a look at her ass, but hell if I’m not itching to do just that. “Actually,” she starts again. “I’m kind of relieved I’m not going to be stuck indoors. I get to go bungee jumping? It sounds like the best job in the world.”

  Her excitement makes my zipper feel even tighter.

  Fuck.

  She is delicious.

  And I can tell my brother is interested, too. He’s barely bothering to hide his perusal of her supple body. That innocent mouth. The curves of her hips and the almost indecent jut of her tits. Tits I could watch bounce while Jacob took her from behind and I stroked off. I’d tilt her chin up and make her look me in the eye while my brother got off inside of her pussy.

  I’m not sure where these thoug
hts are coming from. I’ve never watched Jacob have intercourse with a woman before, nor have I ever had the slightest desire to do so. Does it have something to do with Zoe being our stepsister? This need to…watch them? To make sure they don’t get caught doing something forbidden? To protect them?

  I’m the older brother. I’ve always been a guardian to Jacob. The one that makes problems go away. And I can’t deny that I’m already feeling protective toward the girl, too. The very idea of her jumping off a cliff in equipment that hasn’t yet been approved causes sweat to roll down my spine. “She’s not doing it. End of story.”

  “Couldn’t agree more,” Jacob says.

  Catherine tilts her head and smiles sweetly. “Oh yes, she is.”

  My laugh sounds dangerous. “No, she’s not. We’re overruling you.”

  “If you’ll recall, I’m a board member. So is Zoe’s father. It was my wedding gift to him and though I’ll be taking it back in the divorce, that matter isn’t final yet. Zoe can vote on these matters in his stead—and she clearly wants the position.”

  “That still splits the vote,” Jacob pointed out. “Fifty-fifty.”

  “That might be the case if I didn’t have a controlling interest. That extra one percent gives me the power—and I’m flexing it now.”

  I trade a look with Jacob. “You’ve never flexed it before. Why now? Why the hell is this so important?” Jacob asks. “Why not give her a desk job and find someone less…fragile to—”

  “I am not fragile,” Zoe says, shifting in her heels. “I’m a certified diver. I’ve rock climbed without a harness. And I’m planning to go on a lot more adventures once I’m able. If you ask me, I’m the perfect person for this job. I have no fear.”

  I palm my cock underneath the table. “You’re a little daredevil, are you?”

  “That’s right.”

  It’s as certain as anything in that moment that she belongs to me.

  Jacob is coming to the same conclusion, though he’s deciding Zoe is his.

  My brother looks in my direction and his nostrils flare, ready to challenge me for her.

  We have a bigger challenge to face, however. Catherine. To say she has a grudge against Zoe’s father would be putting it mildly. The man took off a few years after their marriage and made her a laughingstock, flaunting his new women on social media and spending her money on them. My mother wasn’t always so calculating, but after two bitter breakups, she’s become unkind. Hell-bent on revenge, even.

  Could she be putting Zoe in danger to get back at her father?

  I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that happen. But it’s clear there will be no victory in the boardroom. “Very well, mother. Leave us with our new intern.”

  * * *

  Jacob

  I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much in my life.

  Maybe I should be ashamed that I’m fantasizing about my stepsister, in plain view of my mother, but I’m not. I’m imagining Zoe sitting on the conference table in front of me, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, our tongues tangling. Bridger is watching us, fingers of one hand drumming on the table. Judging my performance.

  Approving.

  My reaction to that idea adds confusion to my lust. The idea of my brother watching me fuck shouldn’t make me so hard, but dammit, it does. I spent a lot of years rebelling, trying to prove how little I needed Bridger’s approval—and I thought I was over trying to court his pride. We are both important members of this company. I’m no longer the young kid with a case of idol worship, am I?

  Bridger started the company first, got married first (now divorced), made a billion dollars first. But besides the marriage part, I’ve done those things now, too. At twenty-eight, I’m secure in myself. There’s no reason I should be turned on by the idea of fucking Zoe and having him observe, giving his stamp of approval. So what gives?

  In danger of overheating, I have to shrug out of my suit jacket and drape it over one of the chairs. Zoe bites her lip and runs her gaze down to my belt buckle, before her eyes cut away. Was that a flare of excitement I saw on her face? Does she want this, too?

  “Very well, mother. Leave us with our new intern,” Bridger says.

  Catherine clicks from the room, shoulders back, secure in her victory.

  As soon as the door closes behind her, the atmosphere changes.

  Zoe’s gaze ticks between us, a puff of breath parting her gorgeous lips, and I know we must look like hungry beasts with prey in their sightlines. It’s how I feel. The moment I saw her, I had to begin restraining myself. But how long will I be able to do that?

  “Do you live nearby, Zoe?” Bridger asks.

  “Yes.” She names a less than desirable neighborhood. Not a dangerous one, just an area with cheap rent and a lot of students. Young men. Too many of them.

  “That’s not going to work,” I say, once again planting my fists on the table.

  “No,” Bridger agrees in a murmur. “It’s not.” My brother picks up the conference room phone. “Evelyn, please book the presidential suite at the Four Seasons.” He pauses. “Starting tonight. Leave the reservation open indefinitely.” He hangs up.

  Zoe is shaking her head. “You don’t have to do that. My place is fine.”

  “Fine isn’t good enough,” Bridger says. “We’ll have a staff member bring your things to the hotel tonight.”

  She blinks. “Are you two always this…”

  “This what?” I prompt her.

  “Intense? High-handed?”

  “Yes,” we say at the same time.

  Zoe takes a breath. “At least you’re honest.”

  “Are we scaring you, Zoe?” Bridger asks, smoothing his red tie. “Or would a daredevil like you be…excited about taking on her two stepbrothers?”

  Leave it to Bridger to be blunt as hell.

  We’re both used to getting what we want, but the older Onasis is notorious for his refusal to waste time. His direct manner. Once the question is spoken out loud, the atmosphere in the room closes in a little bit more. It’s quiet, save the sound of our breathing. Her eyes are wide, her fingers sliding off the table to clasp in her lap.

  “What do you mean? T-take you on?”

  “What do you think he means, Zoe?” I ask quietly.

  A shiver goes through her. “But…I’m your stepsister.”

  I reach down and grip my cock. “This doesn’t seem to care.”

  A flush rules her cheeks, her tits heave with punctuated breaths.

  “Reel it back, Jacob. You’re making her nervous.” This from Bridger. “Have you had a man yet, Zoe?”

  After a small hesitation, she shakes her head. “No.”

  I barely manage to trap a groan in my throat. Virgin.

  Even Bridger seems like he’s having trouble keeping his breathing even, a sheen of sweat starting to appear on his forehead. “Do you find Jacob attractive, angel?”

  Her eyes are downcast, but they tick to mine now and I hold my breath. “Yes.”

  “And me?”

  She nods, shakily. Hums in the affirmative.

  “Good girl. You’re over eighteen…yes?”

  “Yes, my birthday was last month.”

  “Then legally, there is nothing to stop us.” Bridger leans back in his chair and unzips his pants. “Go sit on Jacob’s lap. He wants to welcome you to the company properly.”

  “How?” I ask hoarsely.

  Bridger and I share a look rife with meaning. How easily we’ve fallen into the roles I was envisioning. Does he want to watch me touch and fuck Zoe, too? Does he want to direct us from a distance, encouraging and approving? My balls cinch up, my blood pumping eagerly at the prospect of being observed. Appraised. “Kiss her.”

  * * *

  Zoe

  Oh my goodness.

  What is happening?

  My heart is racing, my skin hot and sensitive.

  I stand on shaky legs, wondering when I became so obedient. I’m not a rule follower at all, but Bridger’s to
ne brooks no disagreement. And I find myself excited. Excited to kiss the dangerously sexual Jacob while Bridger watches. Excited to be doing something so risky. So forbidden. When I woke up this morning, I definitely didn’t foresee myself getting trapped in a sensual web woven by my enigmatic stepbrothers. But here I am.

  And they won’t be denied. Neither will my sudden, pulsing attraction to them.

  I travel around the table slowly, my pulse accelerating the closer I come to Jacob.

  When I’m a foot away, he moves like a cracking whip, capturing me around the waist and throwing me up on the table. He stands, inserting his hard, athletic body between my thighs and his minty breath wafts over my face.

  “Jesus Christ,” Jacob rasps. “She’s even sexier up close.”

  “What does she smell like?” Bridger asks hoarsely.

  Jacob dips his head, the tip of his nose tracing a line up the side of my neck. “Mmmm. Strawberries and cream.” His tongue laves me beneath the ear. “Soon you’re going to smell like me, though, aren’t you, angel?”

  Lordy. I’m pretty sure this isn’t how most girls experience their first kiss.

  As the object of hunger for two intensely sensual men.

  Two men related to me by marriage.

  Jacob breathes against my mouth, his thumb pulling down my chin. He fills my mouth with his breath, once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, jerking me to the very edge of the table. The move drags the skirt up my toward my hips, until my panties are almost visible.

  Bridger makes a ragged sound and I glance over to find his attention riveted on my thighs, his forearm shifting, signaling his hand moving beneath the table. “Kiss her more, brother. See if she’ll open her legs.”