Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Doms (Book Three)
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Dearest Stepbrother
Twin Doms 3
Olivia Hawthorne
Copyright © Dearest Stepbrother – Twin Doms 2015
by Olivia Hawthorne
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
“Spill,” Kyle said, his tired eyes searching my face and as we drank coffee at the local diner.
“Spill what?” I asked. “You’re the one with details to give about a hot date.”
If anybody should have a story to tell it was Kyle. The night before had been his first night with his new boyfriend, George, a night that I hoped had been as magical for him as my night had been for me.
The image of Gage’s face flashed through my memory, the feel of his body beneath my hands and the taste of his lips against mine. My emotions were on high alert, a battle being played between my mind, my heart and my body.
My mind screamed at me to run away as fast as possible.
My heart fluttered in my chest at the thought of Gage’s beautiful blue eyes.
And my body purred with satisfaction every time I remembered exactly how he could make me feel.
So, in truth, there were details I could spill to him, but I wasn’t sure if I could talk about what I’d done. Sex with Gage wasn’t expected, it wasn’t welcome and it wasn’t something I’d dreamed about doing. But now that I’d been with him – and now that I’d felt the way he could love me – there wasn’t anything else I wanted to do but make love to him.
“Well,” Kyle broke into my thoughts, “George took me back to his place and he showed me his playthings.”
Two days ago and I would have thought Kyle had lost his mind. Playthings was such as odd word to use when talking about sex. But then, two days ago, I’d been a young woman with very little sexual history – a woman so vanilla that the thought of straps and toys had never crossed my mind.
Rounding my eyes to pretend that I was surprised by the details, I continued pretending like I didn’t have a hot date story of my own. I wasn’t yet ready to admit to what I’d done.
“Playthings?” I asked.
Flashing me a Cheshire grin, his thoughts were no longer in the present. With far away and dreamy eyes, he’d returned to whatever trouble he’d found with George the night before.
“He has a room – a whole room – which he calls his dungeon.”
I arched a brow and he laughed.
“Yeah, I know it’s full of cheese, but the name of his room meant nothing after I saw what he could do with me in it. Oh, it was – “ His voice trailed off and I was happy for the break. I didn’t need the intimate details, just the overall idea.
Holding up a hand to prevent him from continuing with the story, I said, “I get it. It was magical, he made you feel all tingly, and now all you want to do is be with him every minute of every day, right?”
The faraway look on his face was replaced with suspicion. “Yes. But how would you know that?” His eyes widened until they were round knowing saucers. “You slept with one of them, didn’t you?”
I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have known that Kyle knew me well enough to sense a change in my voice when I suggested that he felt the exact way I was currently feeling.
“Yes,” I finally admitted on a quiet voice. “I slept with Gage.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow his eyes grew even wider with shock. “No,” he finally breathed out on a choked breath, “You didn’t.”
There was a squeak to my voice when I answered, “I did. I so did and it was amazing. I lost my freakin’ mind last night, and I’m so confused about all of it. He’s my stepbrother, Kyle!”
Nodding his head with a stupid grin slathered across his face, he replied, “I know, which makes this such a better story than mine. He should be off limits, Maya. That’s so…so…risqué.”
Quickly patting my back with his hand, he said, “I’m so proud of you and your little dirty ways.”
Laughter bubbled from my lungs at his words, but a slight cold finger of fear and apprehension still snaked around my spine. “I can’t do that again,” I finally said, both trying to convince him and myself with the words I’d spoken.
“Oh, yes you can. You can do it again and you will. If it was amazing, you’d be an idiot not to go for seconds…and thirds. Hell, go for as much as he’s willing to give you.”
“He’s my stepbrother,” I argued again, but my words were falling on deaf ears.
Sitting back in his chair, he ran a hand through the messy spikes of his blonde hair. “Don’t give me that. You two aren’t related by blood, so who cares? So what if your dad is married to his mom? That doesn’t mean you can’t get it on every once in a while. It’s so scandalous.”
My head fell to the table, my forehead pressed against the cool surface as I tried to survive the way my heart pounded in my chest. The rhythm was so fast and hard that I swore it would tear out from my skin at any second.
A sympathetic hand rubbed over my back. “Listen, Maya. I know you’re all freaked out over sleeping with Gage, but when the situation is broken down to what really matters, you didn’t do anything wrong. You enjoyed yourself and I’m assuming he did as well. So, why are you so scared?”
I’d been asking myself that question since the minute I woke up in an empty bedroom. I’d fallen asleep in Gage’s arms, but woke up the next morning to find that I was hugging a large pillow. There was a single rose on my dresser when I’d looked around the room, but nothing else. No note, no incredibly sexy guy to tell me good morning – nothing.
“He didn’t stay in my room overnight.” I looked up with tired eyes, not caring that my hair was a mess and there were half-moon black circles above my cheeks. I was exhausted and my body ached in a way that reminded me of all the places Gage had been.
Slouching back in his chair in a way that showed how relaxed he felt after his first night with George, Kyle smiled. “His mom lives in the house, right? He probably didn’t want her to catch the two of you together. If I were you, I’d talk to him about it. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll give you a little encore.”
His brows waggled up and down causing me to laugh.
“You’re so bad, Kyle.”
“I know,” he beamed. “But seriously, you need to talk to him.”
I wanted to drop my head back to the table again because I knew what he was saying was true.
Chapter Two
The drive home was quiet. Music had been playing on the radio in my tiny car, but I’d switched it off, choosing instead to listen the quiet hum of the engine as I drove along tree-lined streets. Pulling into the large Victorian home I shared with the twins and our parents, I took my time building up the nerve to step out of my car.
Lights shone softly out from the large, picture windows at the front of the house, a comforting warmth that radiated out from a house that had been turned into a home. Small garden lights lit up the path that led to the front doors.
I’d stayed out of the house for most of the day with Kyle doing anything I could to avoid the risk of running into Gage or his twin brother, Greer. Admitting to myself that I was a coward, I placed my hand on the door handle and pushed out into the soft colors of twilight that now spread across the sky.
My timing couldn’t have been better, I thought to myself. By this time, the twins were presumably at work, and if awake, their mother, Denise, would be watching television in the living room. It would be no problem to sneak upstairs and fall back asleep – to hide from the eyes of the twins for a couple hours longer.
What would I say to Gage when I saw him again? How would I act towards him now that images of his perfect body were flashing in my head? This wasn’t a relationship that could ever possibly work.
Our parents would never understand and he was in a business that had him making love to other women. He was a Dom, a man designed for temptation and sex.
I couldn’t compete with that and I couldn’t imagine myself in a relationship where I wasn’t the center of my lover’s world.
Breathing out a heavy breath, I shook the stupid ideas from my head that what this was with Gage could be anything more than a one night stand.
Taking slow steps to the front door, I breathed out again as I pushed the heavy partition open, my feet barely making a sound against the tiles in the entryway. The interior was quiet, the sound of the television not blasting through as I assumed it would. Denise must have been in bed already and I assumed she’d had another day where she didn’t feel well enough to stay up.
Crossing through the house quickly, I had one foot on the first step of the stairs when I heard someone clear their throat behind me.
My eyes clenched shut as my heart stammered painfully behind my ribs. Turning slowly, I opened my eyes to lock my stare with two sparkling sapphires dripping with sin.
“Where have you been all day?” Gage asked.
I flinched to see the smirk on his face, the knowing stare that traveled the length of my body like a predator surveying its prey.
“With Kyle,” I managed to choke out.
Gage grinned more, his cheek indenting from the expression. Black stubble ran the line of his jaw and I clenched my hands to keep from reaching out to run my fingers along the rough texture. He was awe inspiring on his own, but now that I’d been with him – now that I knew just how masculine and seductive he was – all I could imagine were scenes from the night before when he’d been mine.
I couldn’t be with this man for so many reasons. However, as I stood in front of him now, none of those reasons came to mind. The only things I could hear within my thoughts were the moans of pleasure he’d conjured from my lips, the soft sound of our bodies coming together until I was left languid and sated in my bed.
“How was his night with George?” His fingers tugged at the cuffs of his long sleeve shirt, the top buttons of his collar left open so that the silver necklace he wore flashed beneath the low light of the room.
My eyes watched the movements of his hands, my bottom lip sucked between my teeth when I remembered how skilled they were. A shudder tore through me so violently that I had to close my eyes just to keep myself standing. He was like the sun on a cloudless day, so beautiful and enticing, so warm and enchanting, but still something that you couldn’t stare at for fear of losing your sight to his blinding intensity.
“Maya?”
I glanced up at his face and instantly regretted it. “Huh?”
He chuckled, that smirk on his face now a knowing smile. Mischief twinkled behind his eyes. “I asked you a question.”
“You did?”
Shaking away the fascination that was slowly consuming me, I thought back and remembered that he’d asked about George. It didn’t surprise me that he knew about Kyle’s new boyfriend since it was George who had obtained our VIP tickets into Gage’s club in the first place.
“He had a good night,” I shrugged. “We didn’t talk much about it.”
Stepping closer, he paused and looked down at me. “What did you talk about, Pet?”
That term – that moniker that he assigned to the women that he owned – it brushed across my thoughts making me warm and liquid inside. But it wasn’t a term he used for me solely, that fact snapping me back to reality and to the cold truth that what we’d done before could not happen again.
“I’m not your pet,” I answered softly. It was impossible to put strength to my voice.
Knowing the trance he held me within, he took a few more steps until he’d crossed the small space between us. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers along my jaw and smiled.
“That’s where your wrong, my beautiful girl, because after last night, I think you are.”
Chapter Three
Angered by the smug way in which he’d denied my right to refuse him, I asked, “Do you think you own me now?”
He tugged at his cuffs one more time, his eyes directed away from my face as if the conversation we were having was unimportant. Finally looking up, he trapped me within the deepest ocean, the color of his eyes cut through with so many different shades of blue they were hypnotic.
“I’d like to own you, if that’s something you would like too.”
Confused by the honesty in his answer, I stepped back when he reached out to touch me again. “Gage – “
He blinked, inky black lashes falling easily over eyes that had me sinking into painful oblivion. Squaring my shoulders, I resisted the urge to go to him, fought desperately to break whatever vicious spell he was using to make me want him so badly it hurt.
Staring at him had caused me to forget everything I’d wanted to say.
Taking my hand in his, he held a finger to his lips to indicate for me to be quiet. With unhurried steps, he led me up the staircase and down the hall to his room. Pulling me inside, he reached above me to shut the door before pushing my body up against the hard wood.
His eyes traced the shape of my mouth, his breath sneaking over his lips to brush up against my skin. “Let me look at you, pet.”
Grabbing my wrists, my arms away from my chest, his hands pressing mine against the door as he looked down to survey my body. “So beautiful,” he cooed.
I opened my mouth to object, but his lips closed over mine, his taste flooding me like a seductive and addicting drug. I felt heady in response to the demanding kiss, my feet lifting up onto tiptoes as I pressed forward to keep him from pulling away. When he released the kiss, I felt dizzy, my knees weakening while he held me steady with my arms against the door above my head.
The temptation to fall for him was too much, but I pushed past the desire to finally argue, “You’ll never be truly mine.” The truth hurt to hear, especially since I’d been the one to speak the painful words.
He stared at me with amusement shadowing his eyes. “I belong to no one, that’s true. But perhaps it’s because nobody has been brave enough to ask.”
Meeting his stare I asked, “If one of the many women you pleasure had asked you to be theirs exclusively – “
“I would have said no,” he answered.
Attempting to yank my hands away, I reacted to the anger that curled along my spine. “Exactly. You can never be mine.”
Another kiss, this one angry and powerful, words unspoken that could only be conveyed by the way he was making my body feel.
He’d moved me away from the door with his lips still sealed to mine. He’d crossed me over the length of the room without my realizing what he was doing. But by the time he released my lips, he’d left me sitting on his bed, his large body hovering over me with humor in his expression.
I looked around and felt trapped, a stupid weak rabbit in the crosshairs of a cat that wanted to play.
Leaning down until his mouth was pressed to my ear, he whispered, “But if you’re the woman who’s asking for my loyalty – who’s asking for me to be hers – I’ll gladly accept and I’ll love you until the end of days.”
Trembling in response to the beauty of his words, I shook my head refusing to believe the promise. “How can you do that when you p
erform on stage?”
His hands found the bottom hem of my shirt, his deft fingers pulling up the material to tickle along the skin of my abdomen. I fell back against the bed, my muscles suddenly so weak I couldn’t hold myself upright any longer.
“I perform when I want to, and if it doesn’t please me to touch another woman, I have no problem refusing her offer.”
My eyes snapped open to lock to his. “This would be exclusive?” I asked, making demands of the man who was making demands of me.
He smiled, the expression reaching his twinkling, hypnotic eyes. “Unless we both invite somebody else to play.”
I shuddered.
“Let me see you, Maya. Let me gaze at the exquisite form of the woman who has stolen my thoughts, my heart and my soul.”
The shirt he’d been playing with was ripped over my head, dropped so quickly to the floor that I hadn’t realized he’d removed it. I kept losing time when I was with him, everything outside the room - outside this moment - unimportant to me.
A growl of approval emanated from his chest just as his mouth closed over the tip of my breast soaking the material of my bra.
Moans escaped my lips, my body moving in a seductive dance over the sheets of his soft bed. “I want you,” I breathed out, unable to control the desire that had taken over my entire being.
“Then I’m yours,” he replied, his mouth releasing my breast to trail kisses down my stomach.
With one fluid move, he stood up to his full height and stared down at me with possession alight in his eyes.
“Take your pants off, pet. I want to look over the girl I own.”
He smirked again, but there was so much sin in his voice, I didn’t matter that he believed I was his alone.
I’d never been comfortable with the idea of being a possession to any person, never thought about it, really, until last night. But the sensual heat in the way he called me his was twisting me up inside, shaking my foundation and distorting everything I’d thought I’d known.
With swift obedience, I reached for the button of my jeans, my fingers making failed attempts to pull it apart. His shoulders shook with amusement as he watched me, but it didn’t matter when I saw the desire behind his eyes.