Infatuation: A Rebel Stepbrother Romance

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  I’m on my way to pick Summer up, so we can drive to the Shore together. I didn’t steal all of her ideas. Summer’s bridesmaid dress is pink and white. She eases down the front steps carefully when I pull up, and I rush to help her the rest of the way.

  “I’m fine. Knock it off,” she grumbles while brushing my hands away. “Grab my suitcase.”

  I toss the suitcase in the trunk and hide my laughter as she waddles to my car. “I heard that,” she snarls at me, then laughs.

  “You’re not going to drop that kid this weekend, are you?” I ask when she’s finally buckled in the front seat.

  She pats her stomach affectionately. “I’ve got two more months to go, you bitch.”

  I laugh it off since I know how cranky Summer’s been this last trimester.

  “I can’t believe Flynn bought you a beach house as a wedding present,” she gushes once we’re on the highway.

  This I’m happy to talk about. “It’s gorgeous, Summer. The couple he bought it from plans to stay to oversee things for now. Eventually, I think Flynn wants us to move there permanently and run it ourselves.”

  “Oh my God. I cannot picture you two doing that. But hey, you never know.”

  After the beating Flynn dished out, his father went berserk. He trashed Flynn in the media and tried every dirty trick he could think of to destroy Flynn’s company. We sat back and watched it unfold without responding.

  Without a response from us, the gossip got old. People labeled Flynn’s father crazy and went on about their business.

  The winery has been a success. A moderate success. Nowhere near the billions his father rakes in. But it belongs to Flynn with no strings. The hotel he worked so hard to redevelop has also been a success.

  Control of his trust fund already went to him when he turned twenty-one, and that’s where he took the money from to buy our beach house.

  “We never heard from Lena,” I say. “We sent her an invitation.” I’d wanted to try to repair things with my former friend. Maybe inviting her to our wedding was the wrong way to go about it.

  Summer sighs like she does when she’s preparing to say something unpleasant. “Don’t expect any wedding gifts in the mail either. She’s pissed at all of us.”

  “What? Why?”

  “She thinks I set you two up at my wedding, and that you only invited her to your wedding to rub her nose in it.”

  “That’s awful. I’d never do that.”

  “I know. I tried to explain it, but . . . ” She raises her hands palm up and shrugs. “Don’t let it spoil your wedding.”

  “Of course not. I just feel bad.”

  “Fuck her,” Summer says, making me laugh.

  “Are you sure Stu didn’t mind you going down a few hours early?” I ask.

  I catch her glaring at me from the corner of my eye. “It’s fine. Pretty soon, I won’t be able to leave the house, so let me enjoy the road trip, would you?”

  So much for enjoying the road trip. Summer ends up falling asleep. When we arrive at the beach house, I’m surprised to find Flynn’s car in the driveway.

  He jogs down the front steps and opens my car door. “There’s my girl,” he says as he takes my hand.

  “You’re here.”

  “Missed you too much,” he whispers against my ear. Delighted shivers race over my skin, tightening my nipples to hard points.

  “Um, can you two grope each other later? One of you needs to help me out of the car,” Summer shouts.

  Flynn raises his eyebrows, struggling to hold back his laugher. “She must have been fun to drive down with,” he jokes.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “I heard that!”

  Flynn helps her out and up the stairs. Stu’s waiting inside, and her delighted squeals when she finds him turns my mouth up.

  After we unpack, Summer knocks on my door. “Let’s go meet the boys at the beach. They’re setting up a volleyball net. We have to kick their asses.”

  “How on earth are you planning to play volleyball in that condition?”

  “Don’t make me sit on you,” she threatens.

  The boys do have a game set up. Brady and Gina are also at the beach.

  It’s a nice little reunion.

  There’s a pang of sadness in my chest that my mother won’t be here, but she chose to stick by Flynn’s father. I pray he never hurts her the way he hurt me.

  Pregnancy seems to have infused Summer with some kick-ass volleyball skills. We crush the guys, mostly due to her. Gina and I . . . not so much.

  Flynn leads me to the water, where we splash around more than swim. He picks me up, and I brace my hands on his shoulders. Leaning in, I take his lips in a quick, salty kiss. The briny scent of the ocean mixed with his own scent leaves me lightheaded. My hand reaches down, brushing against his growing erection.

  “No dick for you, naughty girl.”

  My lip juts out, and he kisses my cheek and whispers against my ear, “Your rule, remember?”

  Why did I think that was a good idea?

  “You’re getting married today!” Someone shouts in the hallway. Banging on one of the doors follows. Next to me, Ella groans.

  So much for no nookie before the wedding.

  I won’t say who caved first. It’s not gentlemanly.

  “Holy shit! We’re getting married today!” Ella pounces on me, shouting in my face. Her enthusiasm turns me inside out. I love this woman.

  Cradling the back of her head with my hand, I pull her down for a kiss. “Ready to give that ass up tonight?” I whisper as she pulls away.

  Her eyes widen. Pupils dilate. Her hips wiggle against me, grinding her pussy against my morning wood.

  “I’ll give it to you right now, baby.” She wiggles her eyebrows as she says it.

  “Game on, beautiful.”

  She giggles and pushes away from me, scrambling out of bed before I can grab her.

  Just out of reach, she stops and waves her butt at me. Hooks her fingers in her sleep shorts and slides the material down over her perfectly round little ass. “Come get it.”

  “Tease.”

  Summer must have finally realized where Ella ended up last night. She pounds on my door next. “Open up, fornicators. I know you’re in there.”

  Ella bursts out laughing, pulls her pants up, and throws the door open.

  “Hey!” While she may have put sleep clothes on last night, I didn’t. Essentially I’m trapped in the bed until Summer leaves.

  The girls make their plan for their girly, pre-wedding stuff, while I watch Ella’s ass and think of all the ways to violate it tonight.

  Once Summer leaves, I grab my girl and head for the shower. “Come on, my little anal tease.”

  I spend an inordinate amount of time washing and soaping every part of her. She continues teasing the fuck out of me by bending over and shaving her legs while I watch.

  “How’d I get so lucky?”

  She tilts her head and smiles. “I can ask the same thing.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Your ass is mine, Mrs. Masterson.”

  “Yes it is.”

  Our suite’s nestled on the third floor of the bed and breakfast. We won’t be renting it out, even when we’re not here.

  Warm hands close over my shoulders, dragging the straps of my dress down. I move to take it off, and he stops me.

  “Leave it on.”

  “But—”

  “Are you going to wear it again?”

  My blinding white, fluffy wedding dress? “Probably not.”

  His hands slide from my shoulders to my breasts, where he pulls the front of my dress down. Rough fingers roll and tease my nipples to hard points while he kisses my shoulder.

  I’m pinned to his chest, so when he starts walking, I move with him.

  “On the bed, wife,” he orders.

  “Are you going to be even bossier, now that we’re married?” I ask while staring up at him.

  The corner of his mouth quirks.
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  “Lie back and spread your legs.”

  I’m laughing as I fall back, hiking the skirt of my dress up with me as I go. His hands clamp around my ankles, arranging me how he wants.

  “No panties? Good girl.”

  “Yeah, well—”

  My smart-ass response is cut short when his tongue touches my bare pussy. Wasting no time, he slides two fingers inside me, slowly pumping them in and out as he licks his way to my clit.

  “Oh, fuck!” My hands thread into his hair, holding him tight against me. He growls a warning, the vibrations traveling straight through my core. When he opens his mouth and sucks on my clit, I lose it. I yelp, thrash and moan my way through a blinding orgasm.

  He allows me a second or two to come down before lifting his head. “Good God, that was beautiful.”

  “You’re nuts.” I can’t stop trembling. Even Flynn notices when he runs his hands up my legs. “You’re shaking, baby. We just got started.”

  He inches his way up my body. The sensation of only being half clothed adds to my excitement. When he reaches my lips, he takes a long kiss. My hands work his shirt loose, and we break the kiss long enough for him to slide it off and drop it. He works his cock out, teasing me by running the head over my slick pussy, but not dipping inside.

  “Give me.”

  “Give you what, Ella?”

  Bastard. I tip my hips up, and he finally sinks in, slow and deep. His mouth finds my nipple and sucks, while his other hand pinches and tugs.

  “Shit! Oh, fuck. I’m coming again.”

  He increases the speed of his thrusts and comes shortly after me. We’re both panting and sweaty by the time he pulls away.

  “Stay here. I’ll run a bath for us.”

  “Okay.”

  He returns naked, and I take a second to admire my stunning husband. Technically, he’s also still my stepbrother. Instead of being disturbed, a secret thrill warms my insides.

  Taking my hand, he tugs me up off the bed and strips me out of what remains of my dress.

  A moan passes my lips as I sink into the warm water of the large Jacuzzi tub.

  “Now, this I had them specially install, just for us,” he informs me as he slides into the water behind me.

  “I love it.”

  With loving hands, he washes my back, then urges me to stand and bend over, bracing myself on the edge of the tub.

  “I want to watch water drip from your pretty nipples. Spread your legs wider,” he instructs. He takes a lot of care and time washing my ass thoroughly. So much focused attention leaves me dripping wet, and not from the bath water.

  When he’s satisfied, he helps me out of the water and pats me dry. “Come,” he says, taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom.

  “Flynn, I know we talked about this, but I’m scared.”

  He pulls me to him, wrapping me in his arms. My fingers trace the lines of the “Ella” tattoo over his heart.

  His low voice vibrates through his chest into my skin. “I want you to enjoy it. If you don’t, we’ll stop.”

  “I know. I trust you.” And I really do.

  He leads me to the bed.

  The corner of his mouth turns up, so I know he’s about to say something thoroughly obnoxious. “Ass up, baby.” His voice rumbles through me, turning my fear to excitement.

  Once I’m positioned the way he wants on the bed, he takes his time rubbing oil into my skin, slowly working his way to my ass. “Don’t tense up,” he warns.

  He kneads my ass cheeks and thighs so completely, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.

  His hot, damp skin presses into my back as he kisses my shoulders, neck and back. His hands keep rubbing me to oblivion, finally delving between my cheeks, teasing the sensitive skin of my ass. A soft click sounds, and more slippery warmth dribbles over my ass, rolling down. I’m hyper-aware of each and every touch against my skin. Even his warm breath.

  Slowly and steadily, he pushes one finger in, up to the first knuckle. “You okay, baby?” he asks.

  “I think so.”

  “Take a deep breath and let it out slow.”

  I do as he asks, and more tension floats away.

  “Can you take more?”

  “Yes.”

  And he gives me more.

  “Do you belong to me, Ella?”

  “Yes.” Her automatic response makes me smile.

  I’m still working my fingers in and out of her ass, twisting and stretching, opening her to me.

  I lay a trail of kisses along her shoulder and up her neck and take her earlobe between my teeth. “Ready, baby?”

  She answers with some sort of porno-girl squeal I’ve never heard from her before.

  I think she’s into it.

  Slowly and steadily, I guide my cock to her ass. One hand clutches her hip, holding her in place. She gasps as I push in. Beneath me, I feel her hand furiously working her clit.

  “Still okay?”

  “Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No.”

  She rests her cheek on the bed and looks back at me. Our eyes lock, and it’s like fucking fireworks. Corny as shit, but it’s true.

  I push in again, and her lip trembles.

  “Deep breath.”

  The thick head of my cock doesn’t clear her outer muscles as easily as I expected, and I need to push harder. “Relax, Ella.”

  “I am.”

  Christ. Whether it was from speaking or tensing up, her ass clenches down on me so hard I can’t breathe for a second.

  So fucking good.

  She gasps and squeaks, and I force my way inside. “Can you feel that, Ella? Feel my dick in your ass?” I ask as I grasp her other hip with my free hand

  “Trust me, I feel you.”

  I slap her ass for the sarcasm and she giggles. Balls fucking deep in her ass for the first time and she’s laughing.

  God, I love this woman.

  One of my hands moves from her hip, to stroke her lower back. I pull back a few centimeters and she whines. Gasps again as I push forward

  My hands dig into her hips to stop myself. “Still okay?” I ask, my voice rough from slowly losing control.

  One of her hands reaches back, spreading her cheeks. “Fuck, yes. Take me already.”

  “Careful, Ella.”

  She rubs her clit harder and her hips jump.

  I slide out slow and push back in faster a number of times before finally slamming into her full force.

  The breath’s knocked from her lungs, but she keeps working her clit. I’ve never taken someone so intensely or savagely before, and it’s amazing.

  More power behind my hips knocks her flat to the bed, and I ride her all the way down.

  “Oh, fuck. I’m coming, Flynn. Don’t stop.”

  Thank God.

  Her ass squeezes even tighter around my cock as she screams out her release. Under me, she’s writhing and whimpering. My balls tighten. Vision blurs, and my cock’s jerking in her ass.

  When my dizziness passes, I carefully pull out of her ass and roll onto the bed next to her.

  My hand cups the back of her head. “You okay?”

  “I’m perfect.” She hesitates and then finishes her thought. “I’m glad we tried it, but I don’t know if I want to do it again any time soon.”

  “Seemed like you came pretty hard.”

  She smiles dreamily. “True.”

  “Let me clean up, I’ll be right back.”

  She’s almost asleep when I return with a damp washcloth.

  Once we’re under the covers and she’s spooned against me, I kiss the side of her neck. She sighs and runs her hand over my arm that’s resting over her hip.

  “I love you, husband.”

  “Love you too, wife.” I love the easy way the word wife rolls off my tongue.

  It sounds so much better than Lil’ Sis.

  If you enjoy taboo reads, I also write a filthy-good motorcycle club ro
mance series about an eighteen-year-old high school girl and the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Iron Bulls MC.

  Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1)—Available now!

  Disconnect (Iron Bulls MC #2)—Available now!

  Entwined (Iron Bulls MC #3)—Coming Soon!

  I originally wrote Flynn and Ella’s story a few years ago. It lacked something, so I put it away to work on other things. Then one day it came to me. Instead of friends to lovers, they’d work much better as step-siblings…and so their story was reborn!

  If you’re already familiar with my Iron Bulls MC series, thanks for giving my Rebel Stepbrother a chance! If you’re new to me, thanks for giving my novella a try!

  I hope you enjoyed Flynn and Ella’s story and will consider leaving a review.

  Thank you!

  Nyx

  p.s. If you’re curious about Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1), there’s a preview on the next page…enjoy!

  Copyright © 2015 by Phoenyx Slaughter

  Although the felt of the pool table is starting to chafe against my bare back, the face planted between my legs has a magical tongue attached to it, so I’m not about to complain.

  Firm fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me closer. This man is insatiable. Devouring me, not giving a shit about the wet, slurpy sounds echoing through the cavernous room of his clubhouse.

  Not that it matters. For the moment, we’re alone.

  This is my first time inside the Iron Bulls MC’s clubhouse.

  “Whatcha got here, Dante?”

  Dante, that’s magic tongue’s name. I whine and bump my hips up when he stops licking me to answer whoever interrupted him.

  “None of your business. Get lost.”

  “You got her laid out in the front room. That’s beggin’ to have someone join in.”

  Even though it isn’t phrased as a question, I think he’s asking permission. Dante flicks his simmering brown eyes up at me then slips a finger inside my pussy. “She’s a tight little bitch.” My eyes roll shut and I let out a moan.

  “Jesus, fuck! Karina? What the hell?”

  My eyes snap open.