Stepbrother Romance: The Complete Box Set

by Diamond Durango

  Then she couldn’t think about it anymore. She wanted to rock her hips but she couldn’t. William had her in an unforgiving, erotic lock, his arms around her buttocks and his head fastened to her. He was pulling her lower lips into his mouth, stretching them and releasing, stretching and releasing, and the tension of the pleasure grew so unbearable that she screamed as she came.

  She didn’t resume blowing him. She wanted something else. Rolling off him and onto her back, she parted her legs and smiled at him. Her eyes drifted down to his cock and she said teasingly, “Gentle now.”

  “Is that really what you want?” William teased back, turning around in the bed and getting on all fours on top of her.

  “No,” Nikki admitted as he lowered. She didn’t need a tentative first penetration when she had a sauna going on there.

  He gave her what she wanted. Sinking inside her with one strong glide of his pelvis, he pulled out and began to pump her hard. She cried out as he thrust into her relentlessly, his eyes never leaving her face. It was so much more than just the mindless sex she had had before. His eyes were bright and shining, full of adoration. It was the most intimate look of her life. She had never been so naked as she was under those beautiful eyes of his.

  At last it grew too intense and she closed her eyes, reveling in the motion and embracing him. This was what lovemaking was supposed to be, the coming together of their bodies and souls both. And after so long . . . after waiting so long for this, she could not get enough of him. They kissed as he moved within her, tongues playing lightly. Then he forced his tongue into her mouth and she groaned to be penetrated there, too.

  Sweat beaded his brow but he kept making love to her, his muscles growing slick beneath her hands. She felt so full within, stretched by his girth and sated by his stamina. Not a one-minute man, no, not her William. Their bodies melded together perfectly and still he was driving in and moaning . . . His thrusts grew deeper and more frantic. Close to his orgasm but still . . . he was so tense that he was trembling as he plunged into her.

  She embraced him, kissing his cheek, his soft hair, and into his ear, she whispered, “I love you.”

  It felt so good to say it, and it pushed him over the edge. Warmth spread within her as he spilled with a cry, and she almost wept from their shared joy.

  He held her afterwards for a long time. It had gotten dark outside. They didn’t speak because there was no reason. There was just his arms wrapped around her, her head upon his chest and her hand tucked up where his neck met his shoulder. She had listened to his heartbeat slow from the crazed beating after his orgasm to the steady rhythm it was now.

  Her stomach made a noisy rumble and they snickered. “Don’t I owe you a pizza?” William asked.

  “You do,” Nikki said.

  “I’m not sure I can move.”

  “That is why they invented delivery.”

  Neither of them had a cell phone handy. He made a partial fist and extended his thumb, challenging her to a thumb war to determine who would have to get up. She joined her hand to his. Just as the battle got underway, her other hand shot out. “I called in reinforcements,” she said as she crushed down his thumb. “I win!”

  William rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. “I think we’re both winning.”

  Her heart was so full. He got out of bed and bent down where he’d dropped his sweatpants. His brow furrowing, he straightened and turned around. Then he walked to the other side of the bed and peered down. “Uhhh . . .”

  “What’s wrong?” Nikki asked, having a pretty good idea of what it was.

  “Where are my pants? Actually, where’s everything? All of your clothes are gone, too.” He got down to the carpet to search under the bed.

  He hadn’t believed her about Buddy and her panties, so he was just going to have to see it for himself. “I can’t imagine what happened to them,” she said, trailing her fingers in his hair as he lifted the dust ruffle, and she smiled.

  THE END

  FIRST TIME: A TABOO ROMANCE SHORT STORY

  by Diamond Durango

  Copyright 2015 by Diamond Durango

  Chapter One

  “I just don’t understand why Sasha isn’t the maid of honor!” Mom complained to Candace for the third time in ten minutes. “Sisters are always supposed to be included in the wedding party. You should have at least made her a bridesmaid!”

  “Because my lucky number is three and I have three best friends! Drop it already!” Candace said in exasperation.

  Sasha couldn’t wait for all of this to be over. Going to the corner as her mother and sister snapped at one another, she sifted through discarded jackets for her purse. There wasn’t anything else to help with in the bridal suite, and she needed to get back to her room to change. The joke was that they weren’t even preparing for a real wedding. Her spoiled younger sister and her doofus of a boyfriend had gotten married on a drunken impulse in Vegas months ago. After they sobered up, Candace and Booker realized that they had just cheated themselves out of life’s ultimate gift-grab. Hence this reception, complete with a faux ceremony in front of their one hundred nearest and dearest.

  Predictably, Mom couldn’t drop it about the wedding party. “But how will this look to everyone?” she exclaimed, striding over to the full-length mirror where Candace was adjusting her lingerie gown. “It makes it seem like you two aren’t close!”

  They weren’t close and never had been. Where the hell was her purse? Sasha had set it down on the chair. Then people had heaped jackets on top of it as they came in, and now it was gone. If the key to her room weren’t inside, she would have just left it behind rather than listen to Mom and Candace grouse for one second longer. The two of them had been at it since Candace came back from her Vegas vacation with a ring around her finger, and it had only gotten worse from there. Sasha had started avoiding their phone calls, not wanting to get drawn into endless family feuds. She was exhausted when she got home from a day of teaching fourth graders. The last thing she wanted to do was spend three hours on her cell trying to mediate a battle that on a subconscious level both her mother and sister were enjoying. It gave them drama.

  Turning around in a slow circle, Sasha eyed everything in the room to locate her purse. The bridesmaids were a giggling trio at the sofa. All of them were getting into their gowns, which were similar to Candace’s but in pink. Short, gauzy skirts paired with tight tank tops, they left little to the imagination. The purse hadn’t been relocated over there, nor was it at the mirror. Mom was lifting a layer of gauze on the skirt in distaste, Candace jerking away and saying, “Stop!”

  “This looks like something you wear to bed, not for walking down the aisle,” Mom said.

  “I like it,” Candace said stubbornly. “It’s sexy. And it’ll look great for the booty shot.”

  Mom’s lips tightened into such a thin line that they disappeared as effectively as Sasha’s purse. “Don’t take one of those! They’re so tasteless. I don’t see why it’s become a fad for young women to get dressed up for weddings only to hike up their skirts and show off their panties or bare bottoms to the photographer.”

  “Has anyone seen my purse?” Sasha called.

  The bridesmaids stopped giggling long enough to cast cursory glances over the sofa. Then they shook their heads. Mom and Candace paid no attention. “And I can’t believe Mason is coming!” Mom cried in voluble disapproval. Startled, Sasha’s heart skipped a beat.

  “Well, talk to Teddy about that. He invited him,” Candace said indifferently.

  Mason. Sasha hadn’t seen the older of her two stepbrothers in thirteen years. Not since one kiss blew their world apart. Just then, she spied her purse only twelve inches away from her. It had fallen off the chair and was now wedged between the back leg and the wall. Hauling it out, she slung it over her shoulder and quit the room just as her mother returned to her original complaint about why Sasha wasn’t the maid of honor.

  Oh God, she was sick of her family. That was such a
horrible thing to think, but it was the plain truth. Mom had called three times in the last two weeks to ask if Sasha was absolutely sure that she couldn’t come to the reception with a date. She was twenty-five, after all, and people were going to think that she was a closeted lesbian if she didn’t show up with a man now and then. Did Sasha want people to assume she was gay? What about Henry? They’d broken up, but couldn’t she just . . . Well, what about Joey from college? Did she still have his number? Was the principal at her elementary school a man?

  Poking the down button for the elevator, Sasha waited at the doors impatiently. It was always hard not to keep jabbing the button. But that wasn’t going to make the elevator come any faster. This was a beautiful hotel with a stunning garden, the perfect place to have a grand event like a wedding, but it had incredibly slow elevators.

  Just hearing Mason’s name had made her agitated. When a minute had passed without the elevator arriving, she went to the stairwell and headed down to dissipate some of her nervous energy. The principal was a woman, Joey’s number had been deleted long ago, and there was no way that Sasha was going to call Henry. He would have been at her side in a shot, been charming to her family and danced like a dream, and then they would retire to their room and he would want to know if she was ready for sex.

  Candace liked to brag that she’d punched her V-card in the back seat of a car at the age of fourteen. Sasha kept it to herself that she was still a virgin. It wasn’t for lack of opportunity or lack of interest. She could masturbate to orgasm without fail every time; she loved to read sleazy romance novels and lingered on the sex scenes. She wanted to do those things, and to have them done to her. She didn’t have unrealistic expectations about how a first time should be. But every time she got close to a guy, she choked.

  Letting herself out onto her floor, she crossed the hallway to her room and went in. She traded her jeans and T-shirt for a dress and went to the bathroom to comb out her long brown hair. There was no reason to keep dodging sex the way she did. Most people had it, most people liked it, and she wasn’t going to be any different. But the guys just weren’t right.

  Someone knocked on the door. Putting down her comb, she went to answer it. Mom was on the other side. “This was on the floor,” she said, holding something out.

  It was Sasha’s wallet, which must have tumbled out of her purse when it fell behind the chair. Taking it, she said, “Thank you.”

  Mom looked her up and down for something to criticize. When she didn’t find anything, she said, “Have you heard from your father? He isn’t answering my phone calls and Teddy isn’t either.”

  Larry was most definitely not her father. Her biological father was no prize, walking away from a wife and young daughters and only sending support checks, but her stepfather was no improvement. “No, I haven’t.” Sasha bit back that he was undoubtedly in the reception room getting a head start on the champagne. As to her younger stepbrother Teddy, he was eighteen years old, oblivious to the time of day, and in the pool or watching television.

  Again she was scanned for imperfection. Then Mom said primly, “Everyone is going to be here. So behave yourself.”

  Was she worried that Sasha was going to bang her utensils on the table and throw food? “I’m a grown woman. I’ll behave like I always do.”

  “You know what I mean. He is going to be here. I won’t have you put on any shenanigans with Gramma and your great-aunts around.”

  Sasha’s temper went from zero to sixty in a nanosecond. “Well then, Mason and I will be sure not to have wild, kinky sex on the dance floor in front of them. We’ll just stick with missionary.”

  They stared at one another angrily. This was an old wound that had never fully healed for Sasha, and Mom couldn’t help herself from picking at the scab. Luckily Mom’s cell phone rang right then, and Sasha closed the door as her mother turned away to answer it.

  Chapter Two

  A nasty prank had brought them together when Sasha was six and Mason seven, long before their parents had ever met. The memory was as vivid to Sasha now as if it had happened yesterday. She’d only seen him in passing at school until one crisp autumn morning when she arrived early. The bell hadn’t rung, and the monitor unlocked the fenced playground to let everyone in. Bolting for the monkey bars, Sasha hoisted herself up onto the platform and made a mighty leap for the third bar down. Only a loser started swinging from the first bar, as every self-respecting kindergartner knew.

  Sometime in the night, a person had scaled the fence and greased the bars. Sasha’s fingers closed down and immediately slipped free, sending her flying into space with a scream of terror. She landed on her upper back in the sand, pain shooting through her body and the air knocked out of her. Too stunned to cry, she just lay there. Then the sand bunched up at her side and a face came into view. Dark hair and hazel eyes, a freckled nose and a missing tooth, the boy said, “Are you okay?”

  That was Mason. Mason Gate. He was a grade ahead of her. When she couldn’t answer, he turned and shouted for the oblivious monitor. Another kid swung from the first bar and fell, Mason throwing himself over Sasha to protect her head. She felt him taking the blow of the kid’s legs. Then he got up, stopped a third kid from swinging, and shouted for help until the monitor and two passing teachers realized something was very wrong and ran their way.

  Until then, Sasha had been been pretty sure that boys had cooties. Mom always told her that boys only wanted one thing. Sasha was too young to know what that was, but she could tell from her mother’s expression whenever she said it that one thing was something bad. It possibly had to do with being naked. Yet Mason was different, and she’d been in love with him from that day on. They rarely had a chance to speak over the years, being in different grades, but she got a thrill on the day he came to collect attendance from her third grade class and smiled at her. Just at her, not everyone. She hoarded every little fact she learned about him like it was pirate treasure. He always chose chocolate milk in the lunch line, and a slice of pepperoni on Pizza Day. Devastatingly, his mother died of a stroke only hours after delivering his younger brother. Mason made the honor roll every quarter, and usually got an additional award for perfect attendance. The one time he didn’t it was because he had gotten pneumonia. She drew dozens of get-well cards that she never delivered to his teacher to send home to him, too shy to have anyone know about her crush. By fourth grade, she mustered up the courage to give him a Valentine’s Day card with a lollipop. His smile and simple thank you, Sasha, made her heart soar.

  And then their parents began to date. It had been a downhill slide ever since.

  Once she was done getting ready for the reception, she went downstairs where guests were gathering in the foyer of the hotel. Her guess about Larry had been dead on: his nose bright red and his laugh too loud, he was having difficulty walking in a straight line as he greeted everyone. But if Sasha had been married to someone like her angry, hypercritical mother, she’d be drunk herself.

  After hugging her grandmother and great-aunts, she stood by the wall. Most of the rest of the people were Candace’s friends, or friends and coworkers of Larry and her mother. Sasha barely knew them, and some she didn’t know at all. Hotel employees weaved through the guests to take the gifts away.

  Teddy was wearing satin tuxedo swim trunks and had a blue pool noodle under his arm. Mom hauled him off to the corner near Sasha and hissed, “Go change! That isn’t proper wedding attire!”

  “This isn’t a proper wedding,” Teddy pointed out. Sasha laughed, quietly taking back her thought about being sick of her family. She never got sick of cheerful, irreverent Teddy. Of course he was dressed in swim trunks fashioned to look like a tuxedo shirt and jacket. There was even a little black bowtie.

  Mom stomped off to see if she could get Larry to impose her will on his son. Swatting at the noodle, Sasha said, “Nice suit.”

  “I found it online and couldn’t resist,” Teddy said. “This is so stupid. You can’t salvage a spur-of-the-mo
ment, trashy Vegas wedding with a fancy reception later on. It’s not fooling anyone.” His cell phone chimed and he looked at the screen.

  “Anything interesting?” Sasha asked.

  “Just Mason. He’ll be a little late. There’s been an accident on the freeway and he’s caught behind it.”

  “Thank you for inviting him.”

  “He told me that nothing happened between you two. You’ve told me exactly the same thing. And you know what? I don’t care if something did happen, just as long as you were both okay with it. It’s really not any of my business. So he should be here. Only she . . .” He nodded to her mother, who was whispering furiously to Larry, “doesn’t want him here.”

  Everyone burst out in applause as the bridesmaids paraded down the fancy staircase with Candace behind them. Teddy sighed and whispered, “Have you heard her whining about how some people didn’t buy presents off the registry? Or bought the cheapest things?”

  “I’ve heard,” Sasha said. “Repeatedly.”

  “She’s such a brat. It makes me want to trip her with my pool noodle.” His phone chimed again. “Mason says he should be here in twenty minutes or so. I offered to get a second tuxedo swimsuit for him but he said no.”

  Since the photographer was also late, the pictures were put off until later. They were welcomed into the reception room, everyone circling around to look at the name cards. The seating arrangements had been changed so many times that Sasha didn’t know where she was anymore. She found Mason’s card first. He’d been seated far in the back, and with total strangers. That had to be Mom’s doing.

  Sasha was so sorry that their families coming together had led to Mason’s being expelled from it. They had not blended well. Both used to being the babies, Candace and Teddy tangled constantly. Larry was a shrinking violet of a man, taking his new wife’s orders like he was her lackey and striking back in passive-aggressive ways like drinking. Mom had had it out for Mason, for no reason that Sasha could discern until she was all grown up. It was nothing more than Mason being male. Her mother didn’t like men very much. Larry brought home a paycheck and Teddy was barely more than a baby at the beginning of the marriage, so it was Mason who drew her ire. He stayed away from the house as much as he could, but it didn’t help.