Heated: A Stepbrother Romance (Full Length Novel)

by Stephanie Brother

  While Dante kisses her, a ring forms around them of Sash and Dante’s nearest and dearest. Abbey is there, Caulder too. Henry, Tracy, Oliver and Jay. Old school friends who supported her throughout, ex work colleagues, even her estranged brothers, all so happy to see Sash as happy as she is today.

  Dante can’t believe it either. After what happened the first time around, he never thought anything like this would be possible. After walking out on Sash he never thought he’d ever get her back. Not only that, Dante got her back pure and made sure that she was his. There has never been a girl that has made Dante feel the way Sash does, and the feelings he has for her now, on the day that they have sealed their love forever, is enough to make him cry.

  He has everything that he wants. He has Sash, the support of her family and friends, Oliver, Jay, and even his business back. He has a whole life ahead of him with the woman and family that he loves, and nothing that can get in the way of stopping that. Sash can see it in his eyes, and Dante can see it in hers. Nothing can break a love this strong. They were always meant to be together, and everything they had to go through to get here was necessary just to arrive.

  "Shall we?"

  Sash loops her arm into her husband’s and rests her head on his shoulder. Together they begin to walk towards the patio area again.

  "You know they’re going to freak when we tell them."

  "I can’t wait to see the look on their faces."

  "I hope it’s a girl this time", Sash whispers. "Two boys are already enough."

  Dante gives her a side glare and pulls her into him, the tips of his fingers just about stretching to her belly.

  "If it’s a boy, we are definitely calling him Dante."

  Sash laughs and pushes herself away from him.

  "I’m not even joking", Dante goes on. "Dante Hix, Jr."

  Sash shakes her head. "We’ll see."

  "Well, if not this one, then definitely the next. We’ll just have to keep going until another boy comes along."

  "I am definitely going back on the pill", Sash jokes.

  "I don’t think you were ever on it in the first place", Dante teases.

  Sash playfully rolls her eyes at him, picks up Oliver, who has been pulling at her arm for the last half a minute in a blatant act of attention seeking, scrunches up her wedding dress with her free hand and skips towards the barn.

  Dante falls in step slowly behind her, happy to watch the beautifully simple way his gorgeous wife moves, while he thinks about exactly what he is going to do to her later on.

  While they drink, and dance and talk about their future throughout the rest of the day, one thing is certain and nobody could deny it, Sash and Dante are perfect for each other, they are in love, and the strength of that love is clear for everyone to see. It can never be broken, not now, and not ever throughout the rest of their lives together.

  They are going to grow old together, father more children together and be happy and in love together. There is even a possibility, however slim, that Sash might let Dante get his wish, and name one of their children after himself.

  But, of course, Sash still hasn’t decided that yet. She can't always let Dante get his way!

  ***

  News of Dante and Sash’s marriage reaches Tess a couple of days afterwards, when the happy couple are honeymooning on an exclusive yacht in the tranquil waters off the Mauritian coastline.

  Naturally, she is absolutely furious, not only that Sash has ended up with Dante, but that the two of them now have legal custody of her child.

  Caulder was right in his estimations. Tess was the one blackmailing Dante, and she hadn’t done anywhere near enough to hide it. It didn’t take much to convince the police of her guilt, nor much time with Dante’s money behind it, for the case to be heard in court. Tess was given the maximum sentence possible, tried under both New York and Californian law, and Oliver, who was already in Dante’s custody at that point, was simply allowed to remain there.

  Tess scowls at the Television. She scowls at the news of her former lovers happiness, his recent success with his new company and Sash’s new found happiness.

  Dante made sure they threw the book at Tess, and has made sure there is no way she’ll ever get full access back to Oliver. In fourteen years, when Tess is finally allowed out of prison, Dante intends to allow her to see her boy, but only under terms agreed by them both. By that time, of course, Oliver will be a teenager.

  Tess is kicking herself, but the time for remonstrations has long since passed. She’s been through the ifs and had dones and the several other myriad permutations. Planting photos in Henry’s sedan at the time seemed like an act of genius, but given time to think about everything she has done, makes Tess wish she’d just stuck to how things were originally. She had a good life without ever needing to rock the boat. She had her son, a healthy support check and a future. Now she has nothing.

  She can’t bear to watch it anymore. She clicks off the TV, lies back in bed, curls up on her side and begins to cry. Tacked to the wall is the only photo she has of her son, which she paws briefly before closing her eyes.

  The day she decided to go up against Dante, was the day her life went to hell. Nothing can beat that man. Nothing can beat a love so strong.

  ***

  It is almost a year exactly after Jason Walker took his own life at Coney Island Beach. A promising athlete, he had been using steroids for a number of months, and was self medicating with alcohol to combat depression. The autopsy revealed a malignant tumor in his right lung, for which Jason was due to begin receiving treatment the month after he died. In combination with the mortician, and despite an investigation spearheaded by Jason’s family, a verdict of accidental death was passed by the courts. In memory of Sash’s friend and former love, and in an act of unexpected benevolence, Dante pays for an impressive headstone to be put in place at the cemetery in which he was buried, and begins a sports charity in his name designed to support promising athletes who may be encouraged to supplement their training with life debilitating steroidal medication, with an initial million dollar donation.

  As far as everyone is concerned, the matter has been completely cleared up. There is only one other man alive who knows the truth about what happened, and that man is Caulder.

  Caulder continues in his role as head of public relations, and is acutely aware of the power of both money and what that money can bring.

  If needed, history can be re-written, battles can be won, wrongs can be righted and most importantly lies can be buried completely, or made to look like the truth all along.

  After Dante and Sash’s confession, Caulder was the one who helped Dante rebuild his empire. He is now worth more than he was before.

  The public love Dante and Sash.

  They love what they have managed to do and they love, more than anything else, how much they love each other.

  The love that they have for one another is so powerful, it could stop the world for a minute.

  Caulder is under no illusions that his boss could do that anyway if he wanted to. He would just have to want it that much.

  ***

  Since being fired by Hix Enterprises almost a year ago, Alex has had a rough ride. She currently finds herself traveling the world with what little remains of the large redundancy paycheck Dante was required by law to give her. She doesn’t have any plans for the future other than to find another billionaire businessman and build herself back up. She knows in her heart of hearts, however, that there is absolutely no-one anywhere on this earth like Dante Hix.

  That man, as everyone knows, is one in a billion.

  Sash and Dante were always meant to be. They just had to wait for the world to catch them up.

  The End.

  This book is dedicated to Dante and Sash, because they never gave up on each other no matter what happened.

  They fought, they battled and eventually they won.

  And that, whether wrong or right, is love in its purest form.


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  About Stephanie Brother

  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.

  Stepbrother: Alpha Billionaire (excerpt)

  I have dreamt of this moment for most of my adult life. I was never the prettiest or the most popular, or even the cleverest girl at school, I was always just Cass, the one on the outside looking in. Never the Prom Queen or the Fairy Princess, just the one that slipped by without being noticed. I never thought I'd be here doing this.

  There is an urgency that descends upon us like a desperate hunger. I can feel it burning inside me and I don't know how much longer I can resist before it takes me over. I want to claim it before it passes me by. I want him before he changes his mind. Before I change mine.

  Fuck the immoral. Fuck the taboo. Felix and I aren't related to each other. If we'd got together before our parents did, nobody would bat an eyelid.

  "Take me to your bedroom", I whisper insistently into his ear. "Now."

  This feels wrong, only because we are stepsister and stepbrother. It makes my heart pound in my chest when we ascend the stairwell to the rooms, several eyes upon us. I imagine the conversations people have in our wake. They go like this:

  "Such a wonderful family", "taking her to her room, how sweet", "their parents would be so proud."

  What they don't see is the erection hardening quickly below Felix's trousers, nor the desire and need I carry for him, exploding out below the surface of my skin.

  In the corridor outside his room, we wait patiently for a couple to pass us by, the hands that only moments before were exploring him, hidden quickly out of sight to the side, now trembling at the thought of what awaits us.

  When we are alone again, the rest of the guests either already in bed or still downstairs, we hurry through the door and into his chamber. Felix shuts the door quickly behind us and leans against it momentarily, his heart pounding.

  I'm suddenly afraid. What if someone knows? What if someone catches us? What if I can never give him up?

  Felix bites his lip. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smile, he winks at me, and then he comes over. A cat ready to pounce on its prey.

  I back away waving my finger, wanting him to earn me. He knows the game, lets me fight him off a few times and then grabs me round the waist with one of his huge arms and pulls me into him. He wrestles me to the bed, trapping me against the soft cotton duvet. He goes to kiss me, but I don't let him. As he moves in, I twist my head to the side. Undeterred, he tries again, only for me to move to the other side. We're both laughing now, teasing ourselves.

  "Fine", he says, mock offended. "If you don't want me to-"

  He tries to pull away, but this time I won't let him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down into me so I can feel the heat of his crotch against mine.

  "No, wait", I say. "Kiss me."

  He grabs hold of my hair to make sure I don't move, leans in, tilts my lips towards him and kisses me deeply. I run my hands through his hair and pull him towards me, desperate for the moment to last forever. Our tongues fight for a while against one another, until his proves too strong and I take it into my mouth, sucking the thick, sweet tip like a lollipop. He bites my lower lip, and then I bite his, and then he moves away from my mouth altogether to explore the sensitivity of the soft tissue around my neck, and the delicate structure of the bones of my clavicle.

  He bites me hard around the muscle that runs along the left hand side of my neck and it turns me on so much I have to pull him back to do it again. My body is tingling, and trembling so much from excitement Felix asks me whether I'm cold. Every time his mouth moves towards the sensitive skin around the bones of my shoulder, or lower, towards the line of my dress and the forbidden skin underneath that forms the beginning of my breasts, I get a shooting wave of pleasure cascading up and down my spine, that turns somersaults in my stomach and makes my pussy tingle. I feel as fragile as glass. I feel like I might explode into a million pieces if he continues, but I know there is no way I want him to stop.

  I let my hand slide along his thigh, tug eagerly at the tucked in shirt, and make a big enough hole through which it can disappear and explore the taut skin on the other side. I run my hand across his belly and then up towards his chest, his muscles perfectly firm and well defined. When I find his nipple, my finger tracing a circle first of all through the thin hair that surrounds it, I can't help but squeal in delight. I tease it and then pull at it and then immediately want him to do the same to me.

  Felix has his hand in the hole on my dress, his fingers exploring the soft tissue of my thigh. The hole is placed in such a way and his fingers are of such a length, that he can just about reach the edge of my panties. As he kisses the exposed skin at the top of my dress, he tries to lift my panties and slide his fingers underneath the fabric. I let him do this for a while just to tease him. I love him having his hand there, but what I like more is knowing that in this way, he'll never quite be able to reach what he wants. I want to make him understand what the last three years have been like for me, reaching in from the outside, desperate to touch something I can't quite get to. When I've had my fun, and the desire to have him actually touching my pussy, holding me open with his slender fingers and pushing one inside me, I fight my way out from underneath him, roll over and put myself on top.

  I pull at his shirt and practically tear it off trying to get it away from him. Felix takes over and a second later it's in a crumpled pile on the floor. For a moment, I have to just appreciate him. He has one of the most incredible bodies I've ever seen. He's muscular and well defined, but his body and muscle tone is more like a swimmers than a body builders. He's naturally strong, with thick arms and a barrel chest and a distribution of hair that makes him look meticulously crafted. There are indents in his lower abdomen that lead towards his trousers, which I can't help but admire much more closely now, with the tips of my fingers.

  "I never thought", I say, the words catching a little in my throat. "That we'd be here, doing this."

  I dance my fingers towards his belt buckle, begin to open it.

  "I always wanted you", Felix says. "Jesus Cass, I wanted you from the moment I saw you."

  Pop, the first button goes. Loose enough to slide my hand in the top, I do so. Between his boxer shorts and his trousers, I feel his thick cock, hard like tempered steel. He moans lightly as I tickle my fingers across it. I find his balls, and then I work my way up to the tip, squeezing him tightly as I go. I want to bite him. I want to pull him out and and put him inside my mouth. Inside my pussy.

  I rip the rest of the buttons open and then I pull his trousers down to his ankles. Felix kicks them off.

  "Take it off", he says, meaning my dress.

  "I will", I agree, but I want him first.

  I can almost see his crown through the thin cotton fabric. It's pressing against the whiteness, a patch of pre-cum darkening the material.

  "I'm a virgin", I say, my hand hovering. "I waited for you."

  I can't wait any longer. I'm done waiting. I've waited so long I'm about to fuck my stepbrother. Of all the forbidden relationships, this is number one. This is the one we can't tell anyone about. This is the one we will have to always keep a secret. And then because of that, not in spite of that, it makes me feel so incredibly turned on. With my hands under the waistband of his boxer shorts, Felix prostrate on the bed before me - a situation I have conjured up in my mind's eye a million times before - I finally reveal him to me.

  Much like the rest of his body, his cock is incredible. It is thick at the base, uncut at the top, perfectly formed, solid, responsive and throbbing so desperately I can do nothing else but descend upon
it like a hungry whore. I take him in my hands, wank him a little and then move my mouth towards his tip, eager to have him inside me. I gorge myself on his meat, sucking him both gently and hard adjusting my approach to the moans my different movements generate in him, lick up and down his shaft, take his balls into my mouth and roll my tongue underneath his foreskin. I pull his glans back, dip my tongue into his hole and then take him into my mouth as deeply as I am able. I suck hard, swallow his thickness into me and only break to gulp down air. Felix pulls me into him, hungry to please me while I do the same to him, but I don't let him. This moment is mine, and I'm going to allow myself to enjoy it.

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  Stepbrother Catfish

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  Hooked on my Stepbrother

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