Stepbrother Rogues: A Steamy Three-Story Collection (A Bundle of Standalone Stories featuring Rebel Stepbrothers)

by Stephanie Brother

  “Yeah. I have to admit, that I did have some fantasies of us getting together for real, and walking down the aisle on our own, but for now we are just going to take it slow. We haven’t known each other in this way for very long, and besides, with our parents together, it really complicates things. I mean, people might understand, but we also might have to move to Bolivia or something. Hard to tell. But if it works like it’s working now, then I think we have a chance.”

  “That’s amazing. After all he put you through. Is he treating you right?”

  “More than right,” I smiled. “Once I got used to him, that is. But he can be really kind and loving when he wants to be. Last night at the rehearsal dinner at my mom’s house, he took me aside and gave me the most beautiful roses. They’re in my room, making it smell amazing. But you know, I have to go back to college and everything so.”

  “Yeah but your college is not that far away, right?”

  “Nah, it’s about a three and a half hour drive.”

  “Totally doable.”

  “I guess so. I guess it depends what he thinks, if he is the one doing the driving!”

  ‘True that.” She took a sip of her drink, and smiled at the dance floor goings-on. “Has he said anything about coming to see you?”

  “Yeah, he’s going to come up next weekend. I am really excited. Just have to find some way to get my roommate out of the apartment for the weekend. I think we might end up driving her out of the place. We’re kinda loud,” I smiled.

  “OMG. TMI!” She laughed. “I think they are going to need you up there, looks like it’s almost time for your dance.”

  “Oh shit, you’re right.” I took a fortifying sip of my drink and walked over to where Lex was standing. It was time for the best man and maid of honor to join the dance floor, and he was holding his hand out and smirking at me playfully.

  “May I have this dance?” He asked.

  “Certainly, sir,” I smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

  “Pleasure’s mine,” he growled into my ear, as he swirled me around the dance floor. Just being so close to him was turning me on again, and I was thinking about sneaking off to one of the upstairs rooms we had scoped out during the wedding planning. Of course we were in front of other people so I had to hold back and show some kind of decorum, but I can’t say it was easy. Over his shoulder I saw Candace, her knowing smile wide as anything. Knowing was the least of it. She knew me, she knew Lex, and had seen our relationship evolve for the entire time, and now into the current incarnation of it, which none of us expected. I tightened my grip on his arm as we finished our dance, and he looked down at me, smiling, and in his hooded eyes, I saw something of love for me, and happiness, and maybe a future, if we played our cards right.

  We walked off the dance floor after the final chords and let the others take over the parade of dancing folks.

  “I can’t wait to get you out of here,” he whispered in my ear. “There are so many things I want to do to that body. And you look killer in that dress.”

  “Thanks.” Something inside me jumped at his words. Gotta rein it in and behave at this wedding, I told myself. “Shall we get a drink first?”

  He laughed. “Definitely. You’re worth waiting for.”

  “And we’ve been waiting a long time.”

  I would have kissed him then, but we had to wait for that too. No matter. We got through all the bullshit to find each other, finally, and that was enough.

  Stepbrother Unleashed (A Forbidden Rebel Stepbrother Romance!)

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  © 2015 Stephanie Brother

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Bon pushed me up against the wall, his hand coming around the nape of my neck, sliding it up the tender skin into my hair.

  “It’s good to see you, Kelly,” he said, head tilted, lips dangerously close to mine. “It’s been far too long since I’ve looked at you. Or really, any woman not in an orange jumpsuit.” His grin was naughty, seductive. “But you’re the one I missed the most.”

  I was frozen. Images were flashing through my mind as my sex pulsed madly in response to his words, his look, his tattoos, his entitled attitude. I remembered all the times his eyes slid over my body, when we were young teenagers at the public pool. I used to sun myself in my little white bikini, my body supple, my skin browning. He’d come by in his swim trunks, his muscles rippling, and suddenly pour a frigid glass of water over me, laughing like a hyena, as his friends gawped. I’d shriek and cover myself with my arms, knowing my nipples were hardening for more than one reason. Or then there was the time at the prom when he showed up, half-drunk, half on X or something, but devastatingly gorgeous in his tuxedo. He grabbed me, pressing himself to me firmly and – making me forget everyone else in the room – he danced me around the floor.

  “Kelly you’re beautiful,” he’d whispered into my hair as we swirled to the music. I don’t even know if he knew that I could hear him with how loud the music was, nor did I really know if he was even aware that his hand was caressing the small of my back. Maybe it was the X or maybe it was something real, but I was simultaneously scared and excited that he was paying attention to me. Of course, that all went away when my date for the night, my then best friend Joey, tapped him on the shoulder.

  “May I cut in?”

  I figured that Bon would snarl at him, but then I realized the X must be making him much nicer than usual. He just looked at Joey with a loving expression and then ran his hand down my arm to squeeze my hand. And wandered off, a smile playing on his lips.

  “That was weird,” said Joey, grinning strangely.

  “I guess,” I said. I reluctantly let Joey take me into his arms. It felt strange after being so happily close to Bon, to be stiffly pulling away from Joey, who – I think now, anyway – must have wanted more. But I didn’t know how to read people nor did I understand my own feelings, and I just did my best at the time, holding my hands around his shoulders, smiling awkwardly, dreaming of the man who had just caressed the small of my back.

  That was the last night I saw Bon. He was picked up by the cops that night. He had gotten into some trouble with his friends, ended up holding some coke on him, and was sent to juvie. He says he was wrongly convicted, but I don’t know if I believe him.

  My mother and his dad had gotten married while he was put away, so I never really knew how he felt about their marriage, or the fact that we were stepsiblings now. I mean, it hardly counted, as he and I knew each other for a long time before our parents ever did. But my mom fell in love with his dad, and what could you do after that? They got married and that was it.

  It was easy to forget Bon when he was away. After all, I never had to go visit since we weren’t family then, and the pictures of him began to seem like dusty memories; but I hadn’t counted on the effect he’d have on me when he was finally let out. I wished like hell he hadn’t somehow become family. As unrelated as we actually were.

  Plus, once I saw him, it was clear that Bon had been working out like
crazy in the detention center. His body was a tribute to the gym, a perfectly sculpted and carved monument to the time he was gone. He had this crazy tattoo on his chest and abs, which seemed to draw the eye straight down to his denim-clad crotch. Well it drew my eye anyway, to my incredible embarrassment. Now he was in my face, his hands on me, and I didn’t know what to do.

  He looked at me through half-closed lids, smiled and leaned in close. I could smell his scent, woody, manly, scary.

  I thought he was going to say something, but he just put his face close to mine, nose in my hair for a moment and then pushed away with one hand. He walked away, his jeans slung low, little band of boxer-briefs revealing itself every other step. I just wanted to grab him and pull him to me, run my hand down his front and push it inside the waistband. But I couldn’t. We were at the party for his return and I had to be happy that my “stepbrother” was finally home.

  Oh shit, I am really in trouble now.

  Chapter 2

  “Do you want some orange juice?” trilled my mother the next morning, in a happier mood than I had seen her in a long while.

  “Sure,” I muttered. I was never exactly a morning person.

  “Here you are!” She sang, handing me a tall glass.

  “Why are you so peppy?” I asked her, as the tangy liquid seared my throat after the punishment all the wine from the party the night before.

  “Just happy!” she said. “We’re all a happy family again!”

  “Uhh, don’t be so sure,” I said. “We were never exactly a happy family before.” My dad had always been a pain in the ass, in and out of the picture, but I was mostly referring to the fact that we had never all lived together, and Bon didn’t even know her hardly at all.

  “Well that’s true,” she conceded. “But we are now, and that’s the important thing.”

  I wanted to tell her not to push me. Or Bon for that matter. Just because she wanted something didn’t mean we would be all Brady Bunch and make it happen. And weren’t Greg and Marsha having an affair behind the scenes anyway? I laughed to myself and choked a little on the OJ. I felt a sudden clap on my back, which made me cough more.

  “Kelly,” said Bon, grinning. “Don’t die, girl.” The look he gave me then was definitely not PG-rated, but my mother was happily pouring another glass of juice and didn’t notice. I wondered if she noticed his killer body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt this morning, and I could see every detail of his ripped torso. And his soft tan skin. I forced my eyes elsewhere, feigning an interest in the floral wallpaper that my mother really should replace and quick.

  “So what do you have on today, Bon?” My mother asked, handing him the drink. “Looking for a job?”

  “Something like that,” he drawled, turning toward her but dragging his eyes away from me slowly. “You know it’s tough out there. Especially when you’ve been in juvie.”

  “Well sure, Bon, I understand that! But you’re a wonderful young man and I am sure you can find something.”

  “Oh, yeah. Thanks. I will,” he said, taking a drink and returning his eyes to me. He shifted over beside me, as my mother made motions to sit down. I could feel his thigh press against me. Again, I was frozen. I wanted him – that I knew. My hand was itching to cover his thigh, to caress it, to slide it toward his…

  But what to do about it? Were there any answers?

  Chapter 3

  That evening I was looking over one of my college projects, trying to get some work done before the weekend so I would have some time to go out. I really should have gone to the library – it was so hard to concentrate here. At least the house was quiet. My mom was out with my stepdad, and they were on some kind of ‘date night.’ But the light was fading, and it looked like it was a glorious sunset. I walked over the window and gazed out, only to see my stepbrother, standing by the pool. I guess he thought he was alone in the house, because he stripped off his shirt and to my amazement, he also took off his shorts. He was stark naked.

  To see Bon’s body in the nude was like watching a moving sculpture. Standing there in the fading light, whatever sunrays left were tracing every line of his body as he shifted from foot to foot, as he got up the nerve to jump in the cool water. His butt was glorious, its lines moving hypnotically. Turn around, I thought, blushing. I moved a little behind the curtain, hoping he didn’t see me. He casually strolled over to the diving board, and stepped up. He stretched his arms above his head, showing his chest and ab tattoos, but the rest was hidden in the shadow of a tree. Bon crouched – perfect swan dive.

  Stunning.

  My hand slipped to my neck, tracing its way down my cleavage as I felt a yearning, a familiar tingle begin between my legs. Bon did some laps, his body flashing here and there above the water, muscles rippling. When finally he laid himself on his back in the glowing water, and floated in slow circles – fully nude, fully visible. I imagined his body against mine again – him saying, “You’re beautiful, Kelly,” and entering me with that body, that cock, that stiff magnificence. Me wrapping my legs around him. Me squeezing him between my thighs.

  My breath quickened. He was climbing out of the water, revealing every inch of a perfect build. He took one hand and pushed his wet hair back, mouth falling open, sensual, tender. My hand slipped down my pants, subconsciously playing with myself.

  “Bon,” I whispered, quickening my pace. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I breathed. He bent to grab a towel, muscles moving smoothly under his skin, wet hair flopping in front of his face again. I was on the edge, almost coming. Then he looked up at my window on the second floor. Oh my god, can he see me? Did he just wink? I came hard, frozen stiff, undulating on my hand like the water in the pool, both aroused and mortified at the same time. His naked image was burned into my retinas, into my mind.

  I lay on my bed, head spinning like my ceiling fan, trying to make sense of my embarrassment, my desire, my growing obsession with him. My phone’s alert went off, a text. I picked it up, half-heartedly, still pulsing.

  Yo you wanna watch a movie

  It was Bon.

  Come downstairs

  The phone fell out of my hands, rolling across the room.

  Chapter 4

  I ran to the bathroom to check out how I looked. I pulled up my shirt and looked at my abs, thinking of Bon’s washboard, his tattoo pointing down down down, those hipbones, all drawing the eye. I threw on some mascara, brushed my teeth, changed my shorts and went downstairs. Was I going for a date in my own house? Sure felt like it. Running my hands through my hair, I rounded the corner. Bon was under a blanket, but his chest was exposed. I wanted to lick it.

  “You want some popcorn?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  “You mind throwing some in the microwave?” His charming smile almost made up for his lack of manners – and I didn’t want to admit it but his body definitely did. Dickhead.

  “Oh god, fine. You set up the movie.”

  “Already done.” This time his grin was as lazy as he was. Slow, and spreading across his face as he gazed on me. I felt self-conscious, like his eyes were hands that were roaming over my curves. What a bastard, god how I wanted him.

  When the popcorn was done I set it onto the couch between us, and went to grab a blanket for myself.

  “What are you doing?” he asked. You can share with me.” He threw his own blanket over me, and grabbed a handful of popcorn. Then his arm went around the back of the couch, around my back, casually. He didn’t say anything, just acted cool, but I was on fire. Every surface he touched burned. “Besides, it’s The Shining, you’re going to get scared.”

  Did he know I was terrified of scary movies?

  “What? The Shining!” I hid my face in his arm, and caught a good whiff of his rich, masculine scent. I surreptitiously filled my nose with it. Honestly I could just stay here and smell him all day, I thought before pulling my face away. I could already feel myself getting a bit wet. How embarrassing. I grabbed a handful of popcorn and put a few kernels in
my mouth, willing myself to get over it. But was he hitting on me? Why did he insist on sharing a blanket?

  He reached up and flipped off the light as the ominous music started. I was already nervous, anxious, excited. But following that car as it drove to The Overlook Hotel made me nearly fall off my chair, or fall into his arms. If he is hitting on me, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

  “Mmm I love this movie,” he purred, looking at me sideways.

  “It’s already freaking me out.”

  “Don’t you like a little… danger?” He purred. Underneath the blanket, I could feel his hand brush my leg, softly, smoothly. I probably should have pulled away, I mean, it would have been the smart thing to do. But instead, I twitched. I twitched toward his hand, momentarily pressing my leg into him. He took advantage of that and just let his hand rest on the inside of my thigh. I tried to keep my mind on Jack Nicholson, of course I did. But when he started stroking my skin, just a little here and there, I was mesmerized, in thrall of him, him and his perfect body, his sweet interior, his rough exterior. I turned to him slowly, and, still watching the movie, he pulled his arm around me and pulled my lips to his. They were warm, and tasted of salty popcorn.