DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) (55 page)

He pointed out where rooms would be and described a theater and other features he had planned for his home. I listened but was half distracted by the heat of his strong grip as he held my hand. I'd always thrilled at the few and far between incidences of physical contact we'd had when we lived together as teens. I'd always felt electricity at his touch, almost as if it burned. I felt that same energy now, but it generated heat in a few very specific places.

"Are you okay to walk around back?" Axel asked. His voice was soft. "I'd like to show you my plans for the yard."

"Sure." I was gathering information for my article, but, to be honest, I didn't want the hand-holding to stop. My heels wobbled on the uneven ground and my body brushed against his a few times as we walked. More heat. More electricity.

In the back, his lot sloped downward with a panoramic view of the valley. When I told Axel how beautiful it was, he seemed extremely pleased by my compliment, as if he were searching for my approval. The cocky demeanor he'd had in the restaurant was gone, and I thought maybe it was his pride in the property that had changed his focus.

After he described his plans for a swimming pool, a hot tub, and a patio that would run the length of the house, we turned to head back. When we reached the car, I stumbled, tripping over a rock I hadn't seen. Axel's arm shot around my waist. He held me up, kept me from falling, and then pulled me against him, pressing my chest tightly against his.

"Are you okay?" He was looking into my eyes with concern and I couldn't look away.

"I'm fine," I said, nearly breathless from his proximity.

He continued to hold me tight, and he searched my face, his eyes moving quickly from my eyes to my lips and back. Then he kissed me.

His lips shocked me with that same electricity, ten times greater than the touch of his hand had inspired. I was stunned at first, and then I started to return his kiss. I'd wanted this since I was fifteen. Axel's smooth, soft lips were pressing against mine, and it was even better than I'd imagined. He tasted better than anything that had ever touched my lips before.

He continued to hold me tight against him, while he ran a hand through my hair, pushing it away from my face, and then deepening his kiss. He gently parted my lips and when I felt his tongue seeking mine, I lost my breath.

I reached a hand up to explore the stubbly texture of his jaw, then ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer as our kisses grew more fevered.

Axel backed me up a step until I was against the car. He leaned over me, rounding my body over the smooth curve of the coupe, trapping me. His hardness pressed into me as he laid a trail of burning kisses along the exposed skin of my neck.

My breasts were arched toward him, my nipples hard and needy, poking against the thin blouse. His mouth moved lower on my neck; his hot breath and wet tongue making me grow hot and wet in response. When he reached the fabric of my shirt, he paused and lifted his head.

"Don't stop," I panted.

He inhaled sharply and returned to my mouth, crushing his delicious lips to mine, leaving not an inch of space between our bodies. We fit together perfectly. He pushed his hips into mine and I could feel his excitement throbbing against me as his hands explored my body hungrily.

Axel wants me,
I thought. I was in the moment, but I also felt as if I were outside of my body, like I was watching from above in disbelief. I heard myself moan, and I breathed his name as if I was dreaming. Like I'd dreamt of him so many times.
Axel.

"Kayla," he said, holding me in his arms like he never wanted to let go.

I sighed and melted into him. And then part of my brain woke up and replayed what he'd just said.
Kayla.
He'd called me Kayla. I froze and pushed him away, or tried to. He was still pressed against me, so I shoved harder and he moved backward, away from me.

Flushed and breathing hard, I stared at him and took in his surprise, watched him realize what had just happened. My body was instantly cold, already missing his. My stomach twisted into a knot.

How had he known who I was? Was I that obvious? And why hadn't he said anything? And why was he kissing me, knowing who I was? My mind raced and I had no clue what to say.

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He's back, and he's brought all the old feelings I buried with him.

I thought I was over him.

I thought I'd gotten past my stupid teenage crush for my stepbrother.

But now Reid's back to take care of his sick mother and I've been slapped with a rude reminder:

I still love him.

I still want him.

Even if I know it's wrong.

I have to forget him.

There's too much at stake.

But the way he looks at me...

The way he touches me...

I'm not sure I'll ever come back from this.

I'm back, but the moment I see her again it's like I never left.

She's off-limits. Not only because she's my stepsister.

But she's with someone else.

I need to stand back.

I need to get the hell away from her.

I've got more important things to deal with than figure out what I feel for her.

But it's a lot harder than I thought.

Because the way she feels in my arms...

The sweet sounds she makes when my hands are all over her...

It's all proof she was meant to be
mine
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Gripped is a grittier, slow burn stepbrother romance based in the beautiful Seattle, WA area. No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed.

Excerpt:

“Well, congratulations,” I said as I turned back to my suitcase. I spread out the mountain of clothing so it lay flat in a haphazard mess. “I’m glad I didn’t have to ruin my hands punching this one in the face too.”

“You still can.” She chuckled. “Wait, why are you packing?”

“I’m going to a hotel.” I zipped up the suitcase, lifting it to sit on its wheels.

She advanced into the room, her features a mixture of anger and disbelief.

“You’re leaving? Reid, Dad invited you to stay here. How do you think he’d feel if you left just like that?”

“How do you think he’d feel if he found out what we did?”

A long and heavy silence followed that statement. My words and the memories they inspired hung there between us, taking up too much space, overwhelming us. This complicated mess was way too much for either of us to handle. At least too much for me to handle.

“It’s just so typical of you.” She spoke softly, her voice laced with disappointment. It set me on edge, fuelling my own anger too. “As soon as things don’t go the way you want it to, you bail. You always bail.” Her face pink, she moved closer, her brown eyes glittering with the anger that refused to relent. “You never stick around. Not to talk or work things out. You run. You run like a fucking coward.”

The air felt alive somehow. My skin was too hot despite the light sweater I had on. My heart beat faster than normal. A coward? She thought I was a coward? For years I’d fought against what I felt for her until all I could do was disappear. How the fuck did you ‘talk’ or ‘work’ out a situation where you had fallen in love with your stepsister?

“And what about you, Mac?” I stepped toward her, crowding her space. When she backed up, I followed. “Wanna know what you do when the going gets tough? You ignore it. You stick your damn head in the sand and act like if you pretend it isn’t happening it’ll go away.”

She pressed against the dresser and stared up at me with wide eyes. Her lips parted, she breathed fast and deep like if I was blocking her oxygen. I intended to do just that. I was going to kiss her so hard, she’d hit me to let her go. No amount of rationalization was going to stop me either. I was a coward? Far from it. She was about to learn that much.

“Newsflash, Mac, either you run, you fight, or you give in.”

She licked her lips. “Reid, I—”

“And you know what?” I fisted my hand in her hair, pulling her head back so every bit of her attention was focused on me. Her features were conflicted, growing desire warring with deepening anger. My cock was as hard as stone and I decided that maybe kissing her was not the only thing I needed to do to her today.

I bent my head so she could feel my lips move against her jaw as I spoke.

“I’m fed up of running, I’m fed up fighting, so I think I might as well give in.”

Gripped

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Lacie's not looking for love. She's racing against time to save the orphanage where she was raised from being demolished.

Enter Nicholas Jackson. A true alpha male, with an amazing body and a keen mind, Nick epitomizes the American Dream. He made his mark at a young age, and his empire is worth over a billion dollars.

Nick is drawn to Lacie's strength and earnestness, not to mention her sexy body. He wants to be with her, and offers to help her, wanting to seize any opportunity to spend time with her. Their love blooms, and it's not long before Nick decides he wants to spend the rest of his life with Lacie.

Just when it seems they're on the path to true love, Lacie finds out her mother is getting married—to Nick's father!

What happens to their plans when Nick is soon to be her stepbrother?

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G
reed is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers and a happily ever after! This is a first person point of view story told through the eyes of Lacie.

Excerpt:

I had no clue where Nick was going to take me, and it was a really long drive. As I stepped down, I saw it was a huge meadow of sorts. I would have bet all my money that there was no such place in the whole of New York City, but there I stood, right in front of a meadow, and it looked all kinds of beautiful.

We moved inside the park, and I followed him. He had a smile on his lips, and when he stopped, I saw the most breathtaking scenery all around me. There were endless flowers, and Nick kissed me fervently on my lips. I knew this was one man who was romantic as hell.

“
Where are we, Nick? I have never been to this place before,” was all I could say as I found myself standing in the middle of the meadow. There was an infinite trail of lush green grass around me and I could hear the stream of water running somewhere nearby that made for a perfect symphony in the background.

“
You don’t need to know that. Just close your eyes and imagine that you are somewhere away from the bustling crowd and traffic of the New York City. We have traveled in time, and you are not yourself anymore. Let your spirit be wild and do whatever you want to do, Lacie. It is just this moment, nothing else exists anymore.”

He was right. That place didn’t feel like New York City at all. It felt like we had traveled back in time, where no one except the two of us existed.

Nick took a blanket and placed it carefully on the ground. He also had a picnic basket, which looked both adorable and charming.

“
What do you have here? I thought we already had brunch,” I said while I sat with him on the blanket. I opened the picnic basket and found a few munchies inside.

“
This is nothing, just some snacks and muffins for us to eat,” he added.

He filled a wine glass with some exotic red wine he pulled from the basket. As I drank, it felt like I tasted a part of heaven in my mouth. I looked at the sky, and the stars shined brightly with their entire luster.

Nick looked at me, and his breathing was heavy. I knew what he was about to do at the next moment. I felt as if time stood still when he kept looking at me with his big green eyes. I saw my reflection in his eyes, and there was nothing else that I wanted to look at.

No rules of time or space existed between us anymore. As Nick’s lips touched mine, it felt like all my stress and disbelief vanished. There was absolutely nothing existing in the universe that could worry me. I felt his warm lips inside me and as his tongue touched mine, I closed my eyes. There was a thick cloud of darkness in front of me, but I could still see the whole wide world.

I felt Nick’s tongue pressing into my lips and inspecting my mouth. Our tongues made a perfect symphony, and it felt like we were creating art. We danced on the tongue of salvation and became immortals at that moment.

I was wearing my red strapless dress that had a zip closure at the back. I felt Nick’s warm hands unlocking the closure and letting me shine in my true colors. Before I could realize fully what was happening, he had undressed me and set my clothes aside. I unbuttoned his shirt and opened my eyes to see the marvelous beauty of the rugged man that was standing in front of me. Each and every muscle, every cut in his body was nothing but flawless. He looked like a Greek god who was ready to take me to Atlantis.

Nick knew what was coming, and he was all prepared for it. He kissed my lips and slowly pressed my neck. He massaged my back and placed his hands on my shoulders. Slowly he pressed with his warm hands, massaging my neck to make me feel relaxed. I could feel my senses getting calmer as he licked my neck and slowly reached my bosom. He pressed my breasts a little, as gently as he could, and gave a kiss on my left side, which made me shiver with passion.

I could sense an undying shiver of affection that crossed my spine and entered each and every cell of my being. It was as if Nick had already become a part of me. He let go of everything else that I was wearing, and I echoed him. There was not even a single ounce of cover on us. We both were there, entwined in each other, completely naked, without any trace of shame or remorse. We were unafraid to show our true colors to each other.

“
You look so gorgeous, Lacie. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” he whispered in my ear as I felt his fingers near the gap between my legs.

Our bodies twisted and turned, and it felt like we were dancing to a beautiful song that was being played somewhere in the background. We were covered with the blanket, and I could feel how warm his body was. He kissed my neck and across my breast. As he bit them gently, I moaned in pleasure. He sucked them gently, then again a little harder the next moment. I felt as if I would melt in his mouth as it felt so warm and real. I was going into a state of utmost pleasure and had no regrets.