Stepbrother Rogues: A Steamy Three-Story Collection (A Bundle of Standalone Stories featuring Rebel Stepbrothers)
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I pressed against his ass, pushing his length deep inside of me, our cores touching, and the electricity we felt at the slightest touch multiplied tenfold as he drew himself in and out of me, harder and faster until I shook and quaked with one uncontrollable orgasm after another. It was all stunning, overwhelming, his look, his smell, his movements, his feel, and the fact that it was him, loving me like I had loved him for so long. Soon he was going over the edge too, filling me with spasms of seed, the unprotected look on his face slaying me, bringing me over the edge again, until we were both sunk into the ripples of our orgasms. I had never imagined it could be like this, this good.
“I love you, forever,” said Carter. “You’re my Heather, my dream girl.”
“I am yours.” I smiled and curled up into his strong arms.
“And I’m yours. Always have been.” He kissed me again, and my arousal awoke once more. My craving, my love, no longer my stepbrother, but forever the man of my dreams.
From CRAVE: My Billionaire Stepbrother (CRAVE SERIES Book 2)
What is that sound? Someone turn that beeping off. PLEASE.
Who is screaming? They really need to settle down, they’re hurting my ears.
“20 CCs in the IV. NOW!” said a stern voice.
“Come on girl! You can do it,” said another, cajoling. “Stay with us now, keep fighting.”
“Get her on the gurney!”
Where am I?
It hurts. It hurts. Is it me screaming? It hurts so bad. Oh God, I think it’s me.
Carter, where are you?
Blackness.
***
The ice in my glass was making tinkling sounds. I held it up a little and watched the beads of water form and drip off its surface onto the floor. One, then two. Then three. Kash’s face, her flawlessly beautiful face, distorted through the arc of the glass, now looked twisted and gargoyle-like.
“Heathe,” said Carter, laughing gently. “Where are you right now? Kash asked you a question.”
Kash was Carter’s agent. She was probably 5’10” but in her monstrous heels she was well over six feet. And her stature was only the start of her fearsomeness. She was clearly a born-and-bred sophisticate, and couldn’t let me forget it, even if she tried – which she definitely didn’t. Oh no. Whether it was about my looks, my upbringing, or my naiveté, every move seemed calculated to reduce me by just a couple notches at a time, but not so much that anyone else would likely notice. At least what she did in public. Whether it was subtle, like fixing her eyes just a little too long on my stomach when regarding me, or more overt, like leaning over me as if I weren’t there, casually and possessively just to touch Carter’s leg, chiming with laughter at something he said, it didn’t matter. She was out to negate me, to erase me, but he doesn’t see it. If anyone would I thought it would be him.
“Um, I’m sorry,” I tried to sound interested, congenial. “What was it that you wanted to ask?”
“Oh it was nothing, dear,” she said smarmily, the points of her smile arch and cunning. “Nothing a country girl like you needs to bother with.”
Country girl, eh? Well if I were talking about you, I would stop at the first syllable.
“Ok, well I am going to bed,” I said, putting my glass down on the table. Awkwardly, it hit a bit too hard, the condensation making it nearly slip out of my hand. I smoothed my jeans over my hips, wishing I could smooth the moment over as easily. “You guys have fun.”
“Heathe! Heathe,” called Carter as I walked away.
I turned around, hoping that the light would not reveal my eyes blazing, the tears that I was fighting.
“Yes, Carter?” My voice barely held, but it held.
“Goodnight,” he said, his warm voice catching me softly, and its tendrils making their way to my heart.
“Goodnight, Carter…” wondering if my voice would have the same effect on him.
“I’ll be up before too long.”
“Don’t rush on my account.” I don’t know why I said that, because of course I wanted him to rush. And on my account, too. I wanted him to tell Kash she needed to leave, now, and then come running upstairs, throw me on the bed, wrap his arms around me, and make love to me. Fiercely and fully.
Instead, the shards of Kash’s laughter glinted mercilessly in the cold staircase as I walked up alone, each sound coolly hurled to slash my ear. And my heart.
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About the Author
Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She's always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she's enjoyed writing them.