DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) (54 page)

H
e was a jerk, but she loved him, that was the first problem. The second? He was her stepbrother.

Dante Hix. An alpha male. A billionaire at 21. A God.

Three years already and she still wasn't over him. What the hell was she thinking going back again now?

If she had any sense she wouldn't have, but if she had any money she wouldn't have needed to either. Broke, with bills piling up, there was only one way left for her to turn.

She had to see
him.

And then when she did, she knew immediately. It was going to happen again.

He asked her to dance for him, but it could have been anything. Stupid Sash didn't realize
exactly
what that meant.

All that time later and she was still doing the same. Her clothes on the floor, his body pressed up against hers,
her
hand on her belly.

A wish.

If she gave him what he wanted, he could never run away.

This is the complete collection of the serialized novel - Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby.

If scorching hot, taboo romance and head-strong, alpha male billionaires that will stop at nothing to get what they want aren't your thing, please look away now.

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Excerpt

S
he's sat when he enters, waiting patiently, the door opening so silently she is unaware of it. Dante closes in on the glass. He stands there casually with his hands in his pockets, taking a moment to admire his stepsister, before he intends to make his presence known.

It's been a long time since he's been able to do this, since he's been able to look at her without her knowing she's being looked at, and he wants to take advantage of it for as long as he can. On the raised stage, in hot pants and a tight white vest top that hugs the contours of her body, his stepsister looks like she's being exhibited. To him, she looks like the visual representation of a long held dream, better even then he remembers her. She uncrosses her legs and sits forward slightly, as though suddenly realizing she may no longer be alone.

"Is there anyone there?" she asks. "Hello?"

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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.

Stepbrother Alpha Billionaire

B
LURB:

Axel Beckers, hotshot, heartbreaker, Kayla's first crush.

She's never truly gotten over him, and now he's back in her life.

Ten years ago, when Kayla was fifteen, her mom was married to Axel's dad, professional race car driver and serial cheater. It was no surprise when things ended badly for their parents, like World War III badly.

Now all grown up and working at a magazine, Kayla takes on an assignment to interview Axel, who's followed in his dad's footsteps, professionally and personally. He's an up-and-coming Indycar driver who's also a regular feature on gossip sites. He's got a different woman on his arm any time he's not behind the wheel.

Kayla hopes that seeing him again will break the hold Axel unknowingly has on her.

But things don't go as planned.

There's a stumble and a kiss, and both of them want more, even though it's wrong for so many reasons.

Kayla is determined not to risk her heart on a playboy like Axel...but can she resist him? He's used to getting what he wants, and what he wants is Kayla.

SPEED is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers, and a very satisfying happy ending.

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XCERPT:

His car was exactly what I expected. Black, expensive and fast-looking.

"Sorry for the ride," he said, as he opened the passenger door for me. "This is a rental. Most of my cars are nicer than this."

I didn't respond; I just slid into the deep seat, trying not to expose any more of my legs, which was an impossible task. Axel stood at the door, watching my every wiggle, and I realized too late that he was looking down the front of my low-cut blouse. It was an unexpected rush; I was no longer the awkward teen he barely noticed. He was noticing me, and I could tell he liked what he was seeing.

Axel got behind the wheel and accelerated aggressively as he pulled out of the lot. I got a thrill from being pushed back in my seat as he sped onto the highway.

As he drove, I realized our conversation patterns had changed. I guess he considered his interview over, because now he was asking questions about me, whereas in the restaurant, I don't think he'd asked any.

He asked how long I'd lived in the area, how I liked my job, and why I'd chosen my field of work. He listened, and asked thoughtful follow-up questions, and I felt myself relaxing.

I also noticed that he'd stopped the aggressive flirtation, and I had to admit I missed it, even though I knew I shouldn't.

We arrived at his lot and he drove slowly down the bumpy, unpaved driveway. The framework that had been erected made it clear that his house was going to be huge, a mini-mansion. It looked even bigger than his dad's house that I'd lived in with Axel. No workers were there; they must have been done for the day.

He parked in front of what looked like it would be the garage, and hurried around to my door before I had a chance to open it myself. I tried to get out of the car gracefully, but there was no doubt he got a peek at the sexy bra I'd chosen for today, and when I swung my legs out, my skirt rode higher on my thighs. I paused and Axel extended his hand, helping me out of the low car. He kept hold of my hand as we ventured onto the construction zone that was his property. When he looked down at my high heels, I was expecting him to make some kind of seductive comment, but he just apologized that the ground was rough.