Gripped: A Stepbrother Romance (Bonus Story: Stepbrother Forbidden)
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He pointed out where rooms would be and described a theater and other features he had planned for his home. I listened but was half distracted by the heat of his strong grip as he held my hand. I’d always thrilled at the few and far between incidences of physical contact we’d had when we lived together as teens. I’d always felt electricity at his touch, almost as if it burned. I felt that same energy now, but it generated heat in a few very specific places.
“Are you okay to walk around back?” Axel asked. His voice was soft. “I’d like to show you my plans for the yard.”
“Sure.” I was gathering information for my article, but, to be honest, I didn’t want the hand-holding to stop. My heels wobbled on the uneven ground and my body brushed against his a few times as we walked. More heat. More electricity.
In the back, his lot sloped downward with a panoramic view of the valley. When I told Axel how beautiful it was, he seemed extremely pleased by my compliment, as if he were searching for my approval. The cocky demeanor he’d had in the restaurant was gone, and I thought maybe it was his pride in the property that had changed his focus.
After he described his plans for a swimming pool, a hot tub, and a patio that would run the length of the house, we turned to head back. When we reached the car, I stumbled, tripping over a rock I hadn’t seen. Axel’s arm shot around my waist. He held me up, kept me from falling, and then pulled me against him, pressing my chest tightly against his.
“Are you okay?” He was looking into my eyes with concern and I couldn’t look away.
“I’m fine,” I said, nearly breathless from his proximity.
He continued to hold me tight, and he searched my face, his eyes moving quickly from my eyes to my lips and back. Then he kissed me.
His lips shocked me with that same electricity, ten times greater than the touch of his hand had inspired. I was stunned at first, and then I started to return his kiss. I’d wanted this since I was fifteen. Axel’s smooth, soft lips were pressing against mine, and it was even better than I’d imagined. He tasted better than anything that had ever touched my lips before.
He continued to hold me tight against him, while he ran a hand through my hair, pushing it away from my face, and then deepening his kiss. He gently parted my lips and when I felt his tongue seeking mine, I lost my breath.
I reached a hand up to explore the stubbly texture of his jaw, then ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer as our kisses grew more fevered.
Axel backed me up a step until I was against the car. He leaned over me, rounding my body over the smooth curve of the coupe, trapping me. His hardness pressed into me as he laid a trail of burning kisses along the exposed skin of my neck.
My breasts were arched toward him, my nipples hard and needy, poking against the thin blouse. His mouth moved lower on my neck; his hot breath and wet tongue making me grow hot and wet in response. When he reached the fabric of my shirt, he paused and lifted his head.
“Don’t stop,” I panted.
He inhaled sharply and returned to my mouth, crushing his delicious lips to mine, leaving not an inch of space between our bodies. We fit together perfectly. He pushed his hips into mine and I could feel his excitement throbbing against me as his hands explored my body hungrily.
Axel wants me, I thought. I was in the moment, but I also felt as if I were outside of my body, like I was watching from above in disbelief. I heard myself moan, and I breathed his name as if I was dreaming. Like I’d dreamt of him so many times. Axel.
“Kayla,” he said, holding me in his arms like he never wanted to let go.
I sighed and melted into him. And then part of my brain woke up and replayed what he’d just said. Kayla. He’d called me Kayla. I froze and pushed him away, or tried to. He was still pressed against me, so I shoved harder and he moved backward, away from me.
Flushed and breathing hard, I stared at him and took in his surprise, watched him realize what had just happened. My body was instantly cold, already missing his. My stomach twisted into a knot.
How had he known who I was? Was I that obvious? And why hadn’t he said anything? And why was he kissing me, knowing who I was? My mind raced and I had no clue what to say.
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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.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
About This Book
Excerpt
Chapter 1: Mackenzie
Chapter 2: Mackenzie
Chapter 3: Reid
Chapter 4: Reid
Chapter 5: Mackenzie
Chapter 6: Mackenzie
Chapter 7: Reid
Chapter 8: Reid
Chapter 9: Mackenzie
Chapter 10: Mackenzie
Chapter 11: Reid
Chapter 12: Mackenzie
Chapter 13: Mackenzie
Chapter 14: Reid
Chapter 15: Reid
Chapter 16: Mackenzie
Stepbrother Forbidden
Preview: Speed
About Stephanie Brother
Chapter 1: Alyssa
Chapter 2: Logan
Chapter 3: Alyssa
Chapter 4: Logan
Chapter 5: Alyssa
Chapter 6: Logan
Chapter 7: Alyssa