My Stepbrother’s Baby
Olivia Hawthorne
Copyright © 2018 My Stepbrother’s Baby
by Olivia Hawthorne
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Contents
BLURB
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
About the Author
Also by Olivia Hawthorne
BLURB
What do you do when one night of passion changes your life forever?
Lacey Harrington can barely stand her womanizing, rich, arrogant, hot stepbrother Colton Reece Harrington the Third. And she can barely stand herself for wanting him so desperately.
When a freak spring snowstorm leaves them isolated in the family's cabin, they cross a line that will change everything.
Nothing will ever be the same again after that night, and once everything is finally revealed, neither one of them would want it to be.
Lives will be changed, secrets will emerge, and Lacey will find herself having her stepbrother's baby, whether he wants it or not.
**Originally published in four parts under Alana Lane.
Chapter One
Colton Reece Harrington the Third was a jerk. He was an incorrigible, cocky, arrogant and an unbelievably hot jerk.
He was also my stepbrother.
My mom married his dad years ago, and I’d been stuck with him ever since.
We were sent to the same private boarding school, and being trapped in a co-ed dorm with him meant I had to share a private suite with him as well. It wasn’t that bad I supposed, it was essentially two bedrooms connected by a bathroom. I rarely saw him at school, but boy did I hear him.
Him and every one of the many, many girls he was known for banging. At times it seemed like I was the only girl on campus who hadn’t fucked or sucked Colton Harrington. Not that I didn’t want to. I mean I didn’t want to, at least I told myself I didn’t, but there was some part of me that wondered what it would be like.
He was hot, had I mentioned that? Well over six feet, toned and ripped with muscles in places that shouldn’t even have muscles. I swear his six-pack had a six-pack of its own.
He had dark hair and piercing dark green eyes that I swore could see through me every time he caught me in one of his deep looks. Most of the time he was mocking me, calling me names or treating me like garbage, but every once in a while he’d look at me with a smoldering heat that melted my insides and made me understand how so many girls could throw themselves at him.
Then he’d go back to calling me trailer trash and the moment would pass.
We were, by the way, mom and me. She’d had me real young and we’d lived with my grandmother until she’d snagged a job waitressing at the executive lounge at the Hilton out by the airport. Colton’s dad, Colton the Second, had seen her one night on his way from one meeting to the next, and he had taken a shine to her.
She’d been shrewd though, I’d give her that. She was a dead sexy knock out and knew it, it was her only commodity and she’d used it. No sex until she had a ring on her finger.
I’d been the surprise she’d saved until after the wedding. She’d come and picked me up from Gran’s trailer and taken me to the mansion we now called home.
Colton had despised me at first sight; I’d been a tall and geeky twelve year old with a mouth full of braces and flat as a Kansas landscape.
He called me Bracey Lacey and had always resented the fact that I was taller than him, but he had done one kind thing for me. He’d made it known around our boarding school that I might be his sister, and he might hate me, but I was off limits for anybody else to bully.
For six years we’d shared our rooms at school, and for six years we’d lived parallel lives, barely intersecting. For six years he’d grown taller and more muscular, and I’d grown quieter and more obsessed with him.
But at that moment we found ourselves, both eighteen and both in our last couple months of school, heading towards a family spring break vacation in Aspen.
“Fuck, are you sure you programmed the GPS properly?” he muttered as we drove along another featureless mountain road. The snow was really starting to come down and night was falling. He’d rented a Land Rover with a winter package at the airport, so I was sure we’d be safe on the road. We just had to find the lodge.
“I did. Your dad’s assistant sent me the address. 3825 Pine Ridge Road,” I replied, trying to keep the fear from my voice.
We’d been driving up and down what seemed like the same stretch of road for an hour now, and the GPS kept telling us to turn left where there was no road. It showed nothing on the screen for that matter, just a wide expanse of green with some blue streams cutting through it. According to the GPS we were in the middle of nowhere, and according to the deserted road, I tended to agree.
“Shit, let’s turn around and find a decent hotel back in Aspen and try again tomorrow,” he said and slowed down.
“Wait,” I said, “What’s that?” I pointed at something in the dim light. I thought I saw the headlights cut across an address marker, and that meant a driveway.
“Looks like maybe a private drive,” he said and crept up towards it.
We turned in, even though the address marker wasn’t readable under all the snow. By the time we crested the hill, it was fully dark and the snow was falling in huge white sheets.
We found a massive log structure with floor to ceiling windows jutting out in a V at the front. It was rustic and modern and beautiful.
There were no signs of life though.
“Let’s head back to town,” he growled, “this is such bullshit. I could be getting drunk and fucking bitches on the beach in Cabo, but here I am driving around the middle of fucking nowhere with Bracey Lacey. Fuck my life.”
“Hey, I didn’t want to come up here any more than you,” I snapped, “I could be–”
“Where? Hanging out in the trailer park with your Gramma?” he sneered. “I don’t know why you insist on going back there, or why the old bat won’t take my dad’s money and find herself somewhere respectable to live.”
“You wouldn’t know the meaning of respect if it bit you in the ass,” I retorted, “let’s just go inside and see if anyone’s around. It will take an hour at least to drive back to town.”
“Fuck that,” he replied and reversed the truck, “all horror movies start this way, and the hotter people get killed first, so I’ll be dead hours before you.” He grinned at me and winked. I hated him sometimes, but I hated my reaction to that charming smile even more.
“Watch out,” I cried, staring at the backup camera. He was twisted around backing up and must not have seen the huge snow bank behind us. I felt a jerk and the truck slammed into it.
“Shit,” he muttered and tried to drive forward with no luck. He tried a bunch of different modes on t
he truck, ways to get out, he even got out and pushed while I gunned it at one point, but there was no denying the truth.
We were stuck.
Chapter Two
We unloaded our luggage and walked up the sweeping stairs to the front of the house. Somebody must have cleared them recently, there wasn’t much snow. There was one bright outside light on over the door, but the interior was dark.
I slipped walking up and Colt insisted on carrying my bags as well as his own. When he wasn’t being a stupid jerk, he really could be a gentleman.
I rang the doorbell and we heard a loud chime inside. We waited a few moments and nothing happened.
Colt knocked loudly and we waited again. Nothing. He put his hand on the door handle and opened it slowly. It was unlocked.
“We can’t go in, what if it’s not our place?” I said. Colt’s dad had just purchased the vacation home and neither of us had been there yet.
“If we don’t go in, we’re going to freeze to death,” he said and opened the door wide. He dragged our bags in and flicked on a light.
The place was gorgeous inside, the ceiling was three stories tall and a massive stone fireplace dominated the center of the great room we walked into. An open kitchen and dining area was off to one side and a hallway lead to rooms on the other. A tall winding wooden staircase lead to the upper floors. Everywhere I looked was polished wood and glass.
We walked to the long, rustic dining table and found a note from the housekeeper.
“Dear Harrington Family,” Colt read, “Welcome to your new home.”
“Well, I guess you were right,” I grudgingly admitted.
“You need to learn to take more risks in life, Lacey,” Colt said and set the note back down, “if it were up to you, we’d be huddled in the car all night while our home sat empty next to us.”
“I just don’t usually think of breaking and entering as a good thing,” I mumbled.
“We weren’t though, and that’s the lesson,” he replied and looked around. We made our way upstairs and found our rooms already laid out for us. It was the same configuration as back at school, two huge rooms joined by a single bathroom.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath when I saw.
He laughed and said, “Don’t worry, if I have to take a big dump I’ll use mom and dad’s.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“I expect you to do the same,” he added with his eyebrow raised. I threw a towel at him and he feigned injury.
“I’m going to get changed,” I said, “and then I’ll see about making some dinner.”
“I wonder if they’ll make it here tonight,” he pondered as I wandered away, “it might just be us, sister dear. Think you can handle it?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked and turned around.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he smirked, “I know how you listen in while I’m entertaining my lady friends. I might not be safe here tonight with you.”
“Uh, I have a boyfriend,” I said and glared at him.
“Ha! You mean your little lab partner, Jake? Dear god, does he even have a cock? Has he managed to get it in yet?”
I blushed bright red and snarled, “That’s none of your business.” I scurried to my room and slammed the door behind me. I heard him laugh and I hated him at that moment.
I hated him for being right about everything, about me listening, staring at him…and about Jake. We hadn’t even kissed that much, and I didn’t know anything about him sexually. Sometimes I wondered if I was his cover. He came from a strict conservative religious household and I suspected he might be more interested in men than he was in me.
But how could Colt have known all that? He was intuitive and infuriating and I couldn’t help but think about him sleeping so close to me. Just he and I; alone in the wilderness.
I stretched and slid out of my comfortable travel clothes. I decided on something even more comfortable and bent over to dig through my suitcase. I knew I had thrown a pair of yoga pants and an oversized souvenir tee shirt from Yosemite that mom had brought me last year.
I didn’t even hear him sneak in; I hadn’t remembered to lock my door from this side. I heard his breath, a sharp intake, and realized he was there.
I shot up, brought my hands across my bare breasts and whipped around. He’d gotten an eyeful of my thong-clad ass as I’d been looking for my clothes.
“Fuck,” I said, “Have you heard of knocking?”
“Have you heard of wearing something sexy?” he said in a low voice, “I didn’t even know you had that body under there, Lacey. When did that all happen?”
“I don’t feel the need to parade myself in front of men to feel validated,” I bristled, “and it’s none of your business.” The truth was that I’d really developed over the last year and wasn’t comfortable yet with my expanding hips and growing breasts. I’d gone from an A cup to spilling over my D cup bras in a matter of months. My body was still naturally lean, but my hips had a gentle curve to them that I knew made me look more feminine than before.
I hated that Colt had seen me like that, but I hated how much I wanted to pull my arm away and show him everything, even more.
He backed up into the bathroom and gave me a wicked smirk before he shut the door.
I rushed over and locked it the moment I could. I stood with my back to the door, listening for him on the other side. My heart was pounding and my knees trembled with the weird sensations coursing through my body.
I thought it might be desire, but I couldn’t be sure.
I didn’t know if I could ever know, because that would mean admitting how much he got to me.
Chapter Three
Dinner was nice, Colt’s dad must have had somebody fully stock it for our time there, so we had a selection of anything we wanted. He helped me grill some salmon and make a fresh quinoa salad. To celebrate being alone, we raided the wine fridge and toasted to our newfound culinary abilities.
It was strange, he shed his weird rudeness towards me and we talked to each other like friends.
I really liked it.
We laughed about mutual hatred for certain teachers, about the strange kid in the room down the hall who was amassing the largest bra collection this side of Harvard, and the resident manager who had recently been caught smuggling a pug dog around campus. The dog had popped out during an English exam, jumped onto the teacher’s desk and pooped right in front of her shocked eyes.
I was laughing so hard at his impression of the pug that I thought wine was going to come out my nose.
We both had to admit that our wealthy classmates often had a sense of entitlement and eccentricity not found in the general population. But at a hundred grand a year tuition, it definitely weeded out most of the world.
“That’s exactly why I spend time in the trailer park, by the way,” I said as we cleaned up.
“Why?” he asked and took the plates from me and put them in the dishwasher.
“So I don’t lose that connection,” I said and handed him the utensils, “I never want to become so entitled that I think it’s perfectly acceptable to ignore all the rules and do whatever the hell I want, no matter how much it affects somebody else.”
“And that’s why you’ll never go far, sister dear,” he said and closed the door, “you’re not willing to forgo the rules every once in a while because you’re afraid of what people will think. You’re not courageous.”
I pushed the start button and looked at him straight in the eye. I said, “I don’t think it’s fear, I think it’s respect for other people. I hardly think letting your dog shit on the teacher’s desk is revolutionary. I think, even though it’s funny as fuck, that it’s pretty disrespectful.”
“Well, I have a feeling we’ll never agree,” he said and leaned close to me. I’d never been this close to him, especially after drinking wine and talking so freely to him. My guard was down and I thought he might kiss me. “I think part of you will be stuck in that trailer park forev
er because of your fear.”
“And I think part of you will be forever shitting on somebody’s desk,” I said in a very serious voice.
He waited half a second and his eyes crinkled at the corner and he burst into laughter. “Touché,” he said and I laughed with him.
We finished the bottle of wine and went to bed around eleven. I was almost reluctant to leave him; we’d had such an unusually good time. I was exhausted though, and our parents had texted earlier to let us know they were stuck and would be up in the morning as soon as the roads were cleared.
I watched him close the door to his room and went into mine. I stripped off my clothes and looked at myself in front of the mirror. I really had filled out nicely. My legs were long and shapely and my breasts were firm and pretty big if I might say so myself.
I pulled on a little teddy top and matching pink boy shorts and danced around a little. I began to feel silly and decided I should get myself to bed before I started doing something stupid like lip sync with a hair brush to a Taylor Swift song.
I brushed my hair and thought about how close Colton had been earlier. I had noticed little gold flecks in his green eyes; I’d never noticed them before.
I grabbed my toothbrush and makeup bag and headed to the bathroom.
I unlocked my side and swung the door open. I stepped inside and froze.
Colton was standing in front of the mirror, his glorious body completely naked. He was even more incredible than I’d ever imagined. My eyes traveled up and down his body, savoring the moment before he realized I was there.
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