DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) (56 page)

I surrendered myself to Nick and let him do his magic. He was the master of it all, and as his white, muscular body held me tightly, I felt more precious than ever. He kept showing his love for me, for a few more minutes by bestowing kisses on every inch of my body. From my forehead to my breasts and from my navel to my wrists, he was present in each and every part of me–both inside and around me. Before I could take it all in, he became an integral part of my being.

I never thought that I could reach the pinnacle of my pleasure with such ecstasy, but it was then that he placed his tongue near my most sensitive part and licked the gap between my legs. I moaned out loud for the entire world to hear. My hands were engraved on his shoulders, and he soon placed them on the ground to let him do his magic without any distraction. He kept pressing his tongue inside me, making me ask for more. I wanted more than his tongue to be inside of me. He looked at me with his magical green eyes and knew what I was asking for.

After massaging and passionately treating my sensitive areas, I could feel him pressing himself inside of me. As he touched my sensitive spot, I swear, I entered into an entirely different world. It was an unknown territory, and I was eternally lost in it. My fingers crossed his as his fingers flawlessly filled the gaps between mine. He locked my mouth with his, and his masculinity entered inside me, making me feel more beautiful than ever. It felt surreal and there was a sweet pain that I could feel, but I didn’t want the pain to stop at all. Gradually, the pain was gone and all that was left was a beautiful feeling.

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It was supposed to be one night, not ‘til death do our parents part.

Lola - I thought I was done with arrogant alpha-holes, but clearly I just can’t stay away from them. The day Tyson tells me he’s been cheating on me, the day before Mom gets married for the umpteenth time, Max crashes into my life, all ripped muscles and perfect eyes.

One night was the deal, how was I supposed to know he was about to become a permanent fixture?

Max - I’m not coming halfway across America for Dad’s surprise wedding and leaving with nothing. When I see Lola stride past me without even looking up, I know right then I have to have her.

The plan was to give her the night of her life and never see her again. How was I meant to know what she was going to become?

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Excerpt

I’m giving myself an hour tops, and that’s only because I’m tired from the flight. It would usually be less than half that time. Hell, it didn’t take all that long to convince her to come with me after all.

Still, she needs to loosen up. She’s had those arms crossed over that magnificent chest since I caught up with her. Tyson is a fool for letting this one go. Legs that disappear up under a dress short enough for a little breeze to flip it up over her cute little ass, long enough to not make her look like a slut.

That ass too, I can’t wait to get my hands around it. She’s small enough for me to be able to sit her on my dick and wank her up and down with one hand, and she’s got a spring in her step that makes her look like she’s flexible enough to wrap her legs around her head and still have enough strength to push back. She’s going to be fun this one. As long as she doesn’t start again with the waterworks. I wouldn’t usually handle damaged goods, but I’m horny and this girl’s too hot to pass up. Shit, I like the challenge too. She may pretend she’s not interested, but the hard work is already done. She played her cards as soon as I approached her.

“So, I guess you’re not from around here.”

I watch her lips when she speaks and imagine what her pussy looks like. She’s going to be curling it into an O soon enough and the image excites me. What doesn’t is small talk.

“I’m going to make a bet with you”, I say, changing the subject. 

The last thing I want to do is spend the rest of the night ‘getting to know someone’. Not in this way at least. If this angel hadn’t presented herself I would have been interested in getting drunk, maybe even banging heads, but fucking has become number one priority, and I’m on the clock. My record is seventeen minutes and that included the drinks.

“I don’t gamble.”

“You don’t fuck strangers either, I bet, but that’s going to change pretty soon.”

Cue: beautiful eyes going wide. Cue: mock appall.

“You haven’t even asked my name and you think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Nah, I didn’t say that. I said, I’m going to make a bet with you.”

I watch her tease the straw in and out of her glass. It doesn’t matter what her name is. I’m not the kind of person who falls into the trap of steady relationships and loving companionship. I’m not looking for a wife, and I know she’s not looking for anything serious either. There is nothing good that comes of it, and based on what I’ve seen tonight, she ought to know that already.

“Lola.”

“I bet you have the best sex of your life within the next hour, Lola.”

Lola rolls her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“When these drinks are finished, you are going to come back to my hotel room and I’ll show you what Tyson should have been doing to you already.”

Lola shakes her head. She stutters a nervous laugh. “Your hotel room? Classy.”

“Tell me that when you see it.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m going to finish my drink and then I’m going to go home, while you try your little pick me up line with someone else.”

I pause theatrically while I take a swig of my drink. I give Lola long enough to leave if she wants to, but she doesn’t because we both know already that she won’t.

“There are three reasons why you are going to come with me. One, this is an opportunity to do something you will never get the chance to do again, two, if you don’t come with me, you will spend the rest of your life regretting it and three, you have absolutely nothing to lose.”

Lola shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other. She looks to the side and then back to me, her lower lip caught in her bottom teeth, her hand across her hip opening her body up. Now she’s thrusting her tits towards me, her back arched up straight to display them. It’s a mating sign.

“One drink?” she says slowly, the words flowing from her lips like melted chocolate.

“One night”, I say. “What have you go to lose?”

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“Where are you going?”

I didn’t mean to sound so hysterical. I think I’m still momentarily deaf from the loud music playing in the club. Outside, there’s hardly any sound save for the distant whir of a car’s engine. The night air ghosts over my skin, reminding me that eighty percent or so of me is exposed due to my short, skin-tight dress.

Connor looks up from his cell phone, mid-dial. His gaze roves over me for a second before he returns his attention to his phone, his forehead creased in a scowl.

“Home.”

“Why?”

He turns a glare on me. It’s strange to be at the brunt of Connor’s anger. He’s usually smiling at me or teasing me. It’s weird. I’m often annoyed by his persistent good mood but now that he’s pissed off with me, I’m anxious to be back in his good graces.

“So I can jerk off because my stepsister’s a fucking tease.”

I fight the instant sexy imagery of Connor’s hand on his cock, working himself to climax. No, I can’t think about that. I shouldn’t.

“It was just dancing,” I mumble.

Up ahead, a cab comes into view. Without responding to me, Connor flags the cab down. As he bends to let the driver know where he intends to go, I scurry into the backseat.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demands when he gets into the cab beside me.

“I’m going home too.” I shrug. “These shoes are killing me.”

He exhales, the sound of a highly frustrated man.

“You’re a real pain in the ass.”

“It takes one to know one, buddy,” I retort.

The rest of the drive continues in silence. When we finally make it inside the cottage, I toe off my heels and sigh in relief. Connor stalks into the kitchen, shrugging off his blazer and slinging it over a kitchen chair. He pours some water from the tap, glaring at me over the lip of the glass as he drinks.

“It was just dancing,” I repeat, folding my arms beneath my breasts. “I don’t get why you’re so upset about it.”

He sets the empty glass down on the counter with a heavy thunk.

“That was not just dancing, Haylee, and you know it.” He approaches me, his blue eyes still dark with anger. “Stop fucking around with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I know exactly what he’s talking about. I say one thing and do another. I tell him we can’t kiss or flirt, then I basically fuck him with our clothes on in the club.

How can I explain myself? When I saw that woman touching him, I got jealous. I wanted his undivided attention. It’s so unflattering the more I think about it. Imagine how much worse it will sound if I say it out loud.

“Oh yeah? Then let me show you.” There’s a determined glint in his eyes and just as I’m about to respond, he circles me, standing right behind me.

“Connor—” I step forward, but he tugs me back so I’m pressed against his front like we were in the club.

“See, I don’t think you understand what touching you does to me, Haylee.” His mouth is level with my ear so his tantalizing voice fills my head. “Sometimes, just looking at you makes me want you so bad I think I might go crazy.”

Dear god. If there’s a record for the fastest time a woman can get wet, I think I’ve just broken it. I can’t move. I’m gripped by his words and his honesty. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired that kind of need in a man before and that power makes me heady.

I gasp when his mouth descends on my neck. A light trail of kisses that make me close my eyes on a shiver.

“You’re my stepbrother.” I don’t know why I say that. Maybe it’s some part of me that still wants to come back from whatever we’re about to do.

“Yes,” growls Connor, pulling me harder against him so I can feel his rigid length. “But I’m still going to fuck you.”

Plowed

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The first time I met Billy Taylor, we came thisclose to having sex in the parking lot of a bar.

I was upset, okay? I'd just dumped my lying, cheating boyfriend.

I had my perfect life with him all planned out, and then he ruined it when he put his hands on another woman.

Billy isn't like him, or any other man I've known ... but I can't let myself think about Billy.

Or his amazing, sculpted, gorgeous Greek-god body.

No. I can't.

And I absolutely, positively mustn't fantasize about finishing what we started.

We could never work. Ever.

I'm all about the city.

He's country down to the bone.

And if that's not enough ... he's also my soon-to-be stepbrother.

So I can't think about the way he keeps teasing me, flirting with me, driving me crazy.

Or remember the way his body felt against mine in that parking lot, all heat and hard muscle.

And the times he's been nice when I really needed it.

I have a plan for my life, dammit.

And Billy Taylor is not part of it.

If I keep telling myself that, maybe I'll even believe it.

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

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My eyes go back to him as if pulled by a magnet. I'm pretty sure my two hands wouldn't be able to meet if I circled them around his upper arm, and something in me suddenly wants to try. I risk a downward glance and see strong thigh muscles straining against tight jeans. He's wearing heavy boots with mud on them. I’ve never considered myself a fan of the country boy type, but then again, I’ve never been this close to one. My heart picks up pace the more I look at him.

I pull my eyes back to his face, not wanting to get caught checking him out. He's got fine stubble creating a sexy shadow along his jaw, and somehow it looks natural, not like the highly manicured facial hair I'm used to seeing on men in the city. This man next to me doesn't look anything like men in the city.

I picture Clay, his lean frame clothed in a perfect suit and expensive tie; his overly groomed hair. Maybe a little attention from a rough and tumble country boy is just what I need to push my lying, cheating ex-boyfriend out of my head.

I take the final gulp of my whiskey and Coke and then put a hand on the man's broad shoulder. "I really do need to go," I say. "Would you be a gentleman and walk me to my car?"

His eyes widen and I smile at his surprised response to my invitation. I start to pull out my wallet but he stops me. "I've got it," he says. He tosses two bills on the counter and then backs up just enough to give me space to slip off the stool.

As I walk towards the exit, he escorts me with his warm hand gently resting on the small of my back. The heat of his touch radiates throughout my body. He moves ahead of me and holds the door open. He
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a gentleman,
or maybe not,
I think, as his eyes hungrily scan my body when I move past him. Once we're outside, he places his hand on my back again, though this time the position is lower.

"Where are you parked?" he says, in a voice that’s deeper and more serious-sounding than it was in the bar.

"Around this way.” I gesture to the left.

As soon as we pass the side of the building and are out of view of the entrance, I stop and turn toward him, and his arms circle around me. We look into each other's eyes for the briefest of moments before our mouths are drawn together. I reach up around his neck and pull him closer.

I can taste beer on his lips, and the unfamiliarity of the flavor almost jolts me to my senses, but then he's pressing against me, and the feel of his massive, hard body makes me melt into him. I've always been attracted to intellectual or professional types, men with more developed minds than physiques. This man's body feels like a science lesson in muscle anatomy. He must work out for hours every day to maintain such well-defined bulk.