Romance: My Stepbrother's Plaything

by Valentine, Annie

  “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.

  8. 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 seemed 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 s
urprise 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 considered 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.

  “We aren’t all you, Michael,” the young man sniped.

  The young man turned to look at Jenna, eyeing her from head to toe, before responding, “Well why pass up…” He trailed off and turned his attention back to the menu, one corner of his mouth still upturned in a sly smirk.

  Jenna cleared her throat and asked, “Would you like to start off with something to drink?” She maintained her professionalism outwardly but inside she was quite put off. It was enough that she had re relive her previous day’s embarrassment but now she had to deal with someone who was obviously a womanizing jerk.

  “We’ll both take coffee. Thank you,” the man from the park replied politely before giving a nod and opening up his menu to have a look.

  Jenna rushed back to pour coffee into two mugs wishing now more than ever that Mac had been scheduled for the morning. She knew he’d find it funny and trivial but he would have listened to her regardless. Maybe he would have even given her some snarky remarks to make before the two men left the restaurant, not that she would have actually made them. She was far too professional to do something like that even in the worst of situations, and this definitely did not qualify as that.r />
  “How’s it going?”

  Jenna gave a start and the coffee sloshed back and forth in the pot, too close to spilling for her comfort. “Oh, Carly,” she responded in relief. “Not great,” she muttered unhappily before telling her, “That guy he’s with seems like a jerk, honestly.”

  “He looks awful familiar,” Carly told her. Jenna looked up from the filled coffee mugs she had been arranging on a tray. The man accompanying the young man from the park had not looked the least bit familiar to her so she was sure Carly had to be confusing him with someone else. Or maybe she’d seen him around town, for some reason remembering how he looked. “Not in a way of having seen him before, either. Like not in person anyway.”

  “What does that even mean?”

  “Like I’ve seen his picture somewhere, I mean,” Carly replied before walking off.

  Jenna stood rooted to the spot with her brows furrowed. Where would she have seen his photograph? Shrugging, she carefully took the tray and walked back out to the table asking if they were ready to order as soon as she had set the mugs of coffee down. “We’ll both have the Eggs Florentine,” the young man from the park said. Jenna looked between them, finding it funny that they both kept ordering the same and it was always one of them speaking. The young man noticed and replied, “Michael isn’t much of a talker.”

  The other scoffed and chuckled before taking a sip of the black coffee. He looked up at Jenna with slightly hooded eyes; she did not miss the way he looked at her breasts, which were really very large, before his eyes settled back on his coffee. He took another sip.

  “I’m Harrison, by the way,” the young man said. He smiled.