Stepbrother Outlaw: The Novel (Dark Steamy Stepbrother Romance)

by Craft, Lana

  Stepbrother Outlaw

  The full novel

  Lana Craft

  Published by Sacred Hearts Publications, 2015.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  STEPBROTHER OUTLAW: THE FULL NOVEL

  First edition. May 28, 2015.

  © 2015 Lana Craft

  Published by Sacred Hearts Publications

  Written by Lana Craft

  Foreword

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Stepbrother Outlaw: the novel

  A Word From Lana

  About the Author

  Stepbrother Outlaw: the novel

  Table of Contents

  Chapter one

  Chapter two

  Chapter three

  Chapter four

  Chapter five

  Chapter six

  Chapter seven

  Chapter eight

  Chapter nine

  Chapter ten

  Chapter eleven

  Chapter twelve

  Chapter thirteen

  Chapter fourteen

  Chapter fifteen

  Chapter sixteen

  Chapter seventeen

  Chapter eighteen

  Chapter nineteen

  Chapter twenty

  Chapter twenty-one

  Chapter twenty-two

  Epilogue

  Chapter one

  1992

  Trent approached Blair from behind and began to gently knead her shoulders, working out the knots. He found her so enticing when she got all worked up like this.

  "Come on," he coaxed, allowing his breath to graze her neck. "Mom and dad won't be home anytime soon. We have plenty of time to kill."

  Blair shifted and brought her hands up to his. She couldn't lie. It was a tempting offer, but it always was with him.

  "You can't honestly say you don't want this as much as I do," Trent continued, turning her around to face him. "They'll never find out. You have my word."

  "Yeah, that's what you keep saying," Blair replied, keeping her voice low. It didn't matter that they were home alone. She was far too used to being interrupted. “But I'm not so sure about that anymore. Trent, come on. We barely even get two seconds to ourselves these days before one of them comes bursting in on us."

  Trent sighed. She could be such a drama queen sometimes. It was probably one of the reasons she was so mesmerized by the idea of moving away and becoming an actress. Theatrics just came naturally to her.

  Trent heard a noise and swung around to find Blair's mother lingering in the doorway with a bag of groceries piled in her arms. Fortunately for them, they were covering her face, giving them just enough time to move away from each other.

  Blair sighed. All this did was further confirm the point she was trying to make.

  "Well isn't this sweet," Trish remarked, completely unaware of what she stumbled in on. She stepped into the kitchen and began putting the food away as she spoke. "You know, Nolan and I are just so thrilled that the two of you have taken to each other as well as you have. For awhile there we were sure you'd never stop clawing and each other's throats."

  Nolan was Trent's father and Trish's most consistent husband yet, a successful contractor by day and a prolific one percenter by night. He had his son's classic good looks and a heart of steel.

  Blair somehow doubted he had ever been thrilled about anything in his life. In all the years she had known him, she couldn’t even remember a time she had seen him smile.

  It was one of two reasons Blair was so grateful Nolan wasn't her real father. The other reason was standing a few feet away from her with his arms crossed and a familiar look of irritation etched across his chiseled face.

  Blair was right. Ever since he left college and moved back home, it seemed like they were always getting interrupted together, but they had to at least be grateful for the fact that they didn't have a blood connection separating them as well.

  If they did...Blair's first kiss wouldn't have been with Trent. She wouldn't have been able to watch his cock lengthen and sprout hair. And he wouldn’t have had the privilege of seeing her become the woman she was today.

  Of course, that wasn't to say they had fucked their way through their youth or anything. In reality, it hadn't been like that at all. What Trent and Blair shared in those early days wasn’t all that different from what they shared now. Light flirtation and all too fleeting moments of intimacy they'd never discuss later.

  That was as far as it ever went. Their fear of getting caught in the act prevented anything more from ever evolving between them.

  The odd thing was, unbeknownst to them, neither Trish nor Nolan ever picked up on their children's attraction to each other.

  Maybe it was because they were technically siblings, or maybe they were just incapable of knowing chemistry when they saw it. Whichever the case, Blair and Trent were no longer kids, and while their parents might have believed their brief displays of affection to be purely innocent in nature, in reality they were anything but.

  They didn't hear the hot-blooded whispers passed between them late at night, or the vacant promises that came afterwards.

  "Stop," Blair hissed, pulling away from Trent when he tried to reach for her hand, causing them to narrowly avoid the gaze of her mother in the kitchen.

  He was all about walking on the edge and all she wanted to do was blend in. She’d be gone in a matter of days anyway. The last thing that she needed was everything crumbling around her when she was so close to her escape.

  "Alright," Trish spoke up, stuffing a handful of plastic bags beneath the sink. "I'm heading out to the Arrow to grab a drink and meet up with your father. You kids want to come and grab something to eat?"

  Trent looked at Blair and shrugged. "I'm good," he said, welcoming the opportunity to be alone with her.

  "You sure?" Trish questioned, grabbing for her purse and heading towards the door. "What about you Blair? You hungry?"

  "No," Blair said, keeping her eyes steadied on Trent's. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were going to have the house entirely to themselves. She wasn't about to let that opportunity slip between her fingers. "I just ate," she added, throwing caution to the wind.

  Trish hesitated before shrugging and making her way outside. One or two seconds later, they heard her start her car and pull out of the driveway.

  "Well, that gives us an hour at least," Blair spoke up when she was finally gone, not missing a beat.

  "What are you suggesting?" Trent questioned, closing the distance between them. He knew, of course, but he wanted to hear her say it. There was just something so gratifying about hearing the words leave her mouth.

  Unfortunately for him, Blair didn't say a word. Instead, she made her way into her bedroom and he followed close behind, feeling his legs move before his brain could register what he was doing.

  Once inside, he shut the door and it clicked shut behind him.

  Chapter two

  “I've decided on something,” Blair spoke up, breaking through the silence before
Trent could get a chance to. She turned around to face him and grazed her fingertips over the buttons on her shirt.

  “Yeah?” Trent swallowed hard and kept his eyes balanced on hers. “And what might that be?”

  “I want to fuck you.”

  Trent felt his cock stir in his pants as soon as the words left her mouth. He had never heard her talk like that before and he was hardly prepared for the effect it had on him. “Why now?” he questioned, taking a step towards her. “I mean...why not years ago?”

  “Because,” Blair said, continuing to unbutton her shirt. “I'm leaving soon and if we don't make it happen before then, I know I'll always regret it. I don't want to end up on my death bed one day contemplating my life and all the things I could have done but didn't.”

  Trent began to tell her that she was just being dramatic as usual, that her leaving didn’t mean they’d never be seeing each other again or something, but she clasped onto his arm to stop him before he could.

  “Trent,” Blair said. “Who knows how much longer our parents will even last. My mom has a track record with these kinds of things and you know it. She never stays with any man longer than ten years. I'm just...I'm worried that if this doesn't happen now, it never will. Our lives are already taking different paths and you know it. There's no way you can't.”

  There she went again with the theatrics, Trent thought, but as much as he disliked admitting it, there were slivers of truth to be found in what she was saying. “So you're saying you wouldn't feel—“

  “Feel what?” Blair interrupted. “Guilty?” She sighed and shook her head. “Come on, Trent. I've never had to talk you into this before. Last I checked, you we're asking me for this very moment before my mom interrupted us. What...now that I'm willing you don't want me anymore? Is that it?”

  “Of course that's not it,” Trent said, cutting her off. He closed the distance between them and cupped her chin, brushing her hair out of her face. “How can you even say that? Of course I want you. You're all I've ever wanted.”

  “So what are you waiting for then?” Blair challenged, but before she could say anything else, Trent brought his lips colliding down against hers. It was passionate, and urgent, and somehow even more intense than the very first kiss they ever shared.

  Trent's lips melded against her own as their tongues tangled in a lucid embrace. They didn't touch. They ravaged one another, groping for each other's bodies like a pair of lovesick teenagers as they tumbled into bed.

  Blair's hands found their way under Trent's shirt as his cock stiffened against her. He worked out every week and it showed. It was as if he was carved from marble.

  The next few minutes passed in a slow blur. Pieces of clothing were thrown haphazardly to the floor and nails dug into flesh as their naked bodies tangled in a sweaty embrace. They had only just begun but it already felt as though they had reached their peaks.

  It was just the effect they had on one another.

  Trent kissed his way down Blair's stomach, pausing just above the coarse patch of hair that covered her mound. It wasn't dense but it was there. Blair moaned as he took her in, parting her legs to allow him to take hold of her thighs and hungrily lap away at her juices. By all intensive purposes, she might have been his sister, but right now he wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other woman.

  “Fuck me,” Blair panted, reading his mind. Trent groaned as he kissed his way back up to her breasts, pulling each one of her rigid nipples between his teeth. “Please,” she begged him. “No more teasing. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  Trent's cock throbbed almost painfully as he trailed wet kisses down along the crest of her neck. When she talked like that, he'd do just about anything she wanted.

  “Please,” Blair moaned, refusing to relent. “For all these years we've done nothing but tease each other. I need this, Trent. I really need it.” She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock to further prove her point, giving it a firm squeeze.

  When his head grazed her slit, Trent flung caution to the wind and abandoned the idea of foreplay entirely, allowing his more primal urges to take possession of him. This was it. The moment they had both pined after for so long had finally arrived.

  Blair gasped for air as Trent eased his cock between the wet folds of her pussy. She pushed against him, making sure he was aligned perfectly with her slit as the line of sibling decency that had so long kept them apart faded away, leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake.

  Her inner walls were smooth and welcoming, clenching tightly around his cock, and the passion that overwhelmed them both as they began to slowly fuck was carnal in nature. They moved their bodies in time with each other, growing even wilder with desire with every well-appointed stroke.

  It was even better than either one of them had always imagined it would be. Trent pounded away at Blair like a wild animal in heat, outweighing her filthiest expectations tenfold. With a low moan, she tossed her head back, gripping hold of Trent's firm ass as he began to pump into her even harder. She lifted her hips to his, accepting each determined stroke with ease.

  Before either one of them knew it, the smell of their sex engulfed the room, bringing their desires to a full boil. The teasing had been nice for what it was, but now that Blair had experienced the real thing, she regretted not giving into Trent's advances years ago.

  As for Trent, all he could think about in the midst of his pleasure was how the satisfied woman pressed beneath him was a far cry from the hesitant girl he was used to. She fucked like a madwoman, moving her entire body in time with his as he penetrated her.

  “Oh fuck!” Blair gasped, shifting onto her side when Trent's cock grazed the soft pad of her g-spot. Without any warning, she adjusted and pushed him onto his back, sliding a knee onto each side of him and keeping his girth clenched tightly inside her warm pussy.

  Just like that, she was riding him, not missing a single stroke. In fact, she managed to fuck with an even greater amount of passion when she was the one taking the reigns.

  Trent groaned, taking in the view as her supple breasts bounced before him, swaying as she worked her pussy up and down his stiff cock.

  The friction was incredible. Trent lifted his pelvis, leaving Blair close to motionless as her passion overcame her. Her slender legs kept him pinned beneath her as she alternated between bouncing up and down and grinding back and fourth, flexing her inner walls tightly around him.

  Blair moaned as the heat building inside of her reached a full boil. She began to slow her pace, shifting back and fourth in a way she knew would make her reach her peak. “Oh god!” she cried out, tensing as a mind numbing wave of pleasure flooded its way through her all at once. “I'm cumming! I'm—”

  Blair's entire body tensed, causing her to jerk down on Trent's cock as he arched himself up to meet her, welcoming a burning release of his own. As they came, allowing their nectar to gather between them, Blair continued grinding against him, determined to make it last for as long as possible.

  Trent shuddered, lifting his gaze to Blair's as she bit down on her bottom lip in satisfaction. When the haze of their orgasms had finally lifted, she pried herself from his cock and eased her way down, taking it in her mouth without any hesitation.

  Trent groaned in approval, tensing as she sucked his shaft clean of both their juices, bending to take his large testicles into her mouth. The intense sensation overwhelmed each one of Trent’s senses, damn near temporarily blinding him.

  No woman had ever done that to him before. It felt so amazing that it almost made him come again, which he would have if his reserves hadn't already been sucked dry. Not only had Blair given him the fuck of his lifetime, but she was shaping up to be even kinkier than he had imagined.

  Then he felt it.

  Just when Trent felt sure he wouldn't be able to cum again, a second wave of pleasure overtook him that was somehow even more intense than the first.

  “Oh fuck!” Trent groaned, pulling back on Blair’s head. He felt as thoug
h he might explode, but she wouldn't stop and it wasn't long before she got him to fully submit to her. She sucked even harder, grazing her tongue over each of his testicles as she pumped away at his shaft.

  Trent felt as though his entire universe had spun off its axis. Vibrant colors flashed before his eyes as his pleasure overcame him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come forward as a heavy wave of seed flooded through his loins and spurted out onto Blair's clenched hands. With a soft moan, she freed him from her mouth and held out her tongue to welcome each and every drop of the sticky sweet liquid.

  Once his haze had finally lifted, Trent caught his breath and looked down at Blair through squinted eyes. He could hardly think straight. His entire body felt exhausted and drained of life, but Blair wouldn't relent until she had sucked him completely dry.