Infatuation: A Rebel Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

When my dizziness passes, I carefully pull out of her ass and roll onto the bed next to her.

My hand cups the back of her head. “You okay?”

“I’m perfect.” She hesitates and then finishes her thought. “I’m glad we tried it, but I don’t know if I want to do it again any time soon.”

“Seemed like you came pretty hard.”

She smiles dreamily. “True.”

“Let me clean up, I’ll be right back.”

She’s almost asleep when I return with a damp washcloth.

Once we’re under the covers and she’s spooned against me, I kiss the side of her neck. She sighs and runs her hand over my arm that’s resting over her hip.

“I love you, husband.”

“Love you too, wife.” I love the easy way the word
wife
rolls off my tongue.

It sounds so much better than Lil’ Sis.

If you enjoy taboo reads, I also write a filthy-good motorcycle club romance series about an eighteen-year-old high school girl and the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Iron Bulls MC.

Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1)
—Available now!

Disconnect (Iron Bulls MC #2)
—Available now!

Entwined (Iron Bulls MC #3)
—Coming Soon!

I originally wrote Flynn and Ella’s story a few years ago. It lacked
something
, so I put it away to work on other things. Then one day it came to me. Instead of friends to lovers, they’d work much better as step-siblings…and so their story was reborn!

If you’re already familiar with my Iron Bulls MC series, thanks for giving my Rebel Stepbrother a chance! If you’re new to me, thanks for giving my novella a try!

I hope you enjoyed Flynn and Ella’s story and will consider leaving a review.

Thank you!

Nyx

p.s. If you’re curious about Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1), there’s a preview on the next page…enjoy!

Copyright © 2015 by Phoenyx Slaughter

Although the felt of the pool table is starting to chafe against my bare back, the face planted between my legs has a magical tongue attached to it, so I’m not about to complain.

Firm fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me closer. This man is insatiable. Devouring me, not giving a shit about the wet, slurpy sounds echoing through the cavernous room of his clubhouse.

Not that it matters. For the moment, we’re alone.

This is my first time inside the Iron Bulls MC’s clubhouse.

“Whatcha got here, Dante?”

Dante, that’s magic tongue’s name. I whine and bump my hips up when he stops licking me to answer whoever interrupted him.

“None of your business. Get lost.”

“You got her laid out in the front room. That’s beggin’ to have someone join in.”

Even though it isn’t phrased as a question, I think he’s asking permission. Dante flicks his simmering brown eyes up at me then slips a finger inside my pussy. “She’s a tight little bitch.” My eyes roll shut and I let out a moan.

“Jesus, fuck! Karina? What the hell?”

My eyes snap open.

Logan.

“You know her, Hemi?”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know her.”

Logan comes into my line of sight and my skin heats up with shame. My breasts are partially out, my skirt up around my waist, thighs spread wide, and Dante’s fingers are still stroking me.

This is embarrassing.

But not surprising.

I’d known exactly what I was doing when I hopped on the back of Dante’s bike this afternoon after school. I “accidentally” bumped into the big, frightening biker outside the liquor store. I couldn’t have planned it better.

Except, I’m not getting the satisfaction I expected from the experience.

“Take her mouth. I’m busy down here.” Then Dante disappears between my thighs again. I can’t help moaning and arching my back up.

Logan stands over me. “Fuck, you even legal, yet?” he mutters.

“Never stopped you before,” I whisper.

“Jesus.” He rubs his hand over his face, and glances at Dante. He doesn’t seem to be able to make up his mind.

Finally, he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself from root to tip, then traces his fat cockhead over my lips. “Open.”

Below, Dante takes my clit, sucking it into his mouth and I gasp. Logan uses the opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth.

I reach over and grab him, sucking him down harder.

“Fuck, girl.”

Dante stands, tugging me down the table, before plunging into me with his thick cock. I scream around Logan.

“Watch your teeth, Karina,” he warns.

Dante has a firm grip on my hips as he pumps into me with ruthless strokes. “You gonna come for us, lil’ girl?”

I whine and nod my head.

“Get him off first. Let me see what a good little cumguzzler you are.”

I can do that. I remember very well what Logan likes. I focus my attention on him, even as pleasure blooms through my body. His taste is familiar and brings a rush of memories—some sweet, some horrible. In no time, he’s giving up his thick, salty cum and I swallow it down in great, greedy gulps. He rubs his thumb over my cheek as he pulls out, tucking his cock away. The look on his face is unreadable.

“Hot, fucking, lil’ bitch, ain’t you?” Dante grunts as he pounds into me. One hand slips from my hip, so his thumb can rub my clit. With Logan taken care of, I’m free to close my eyes and let Dante overwhelm my senses. He continues rubbing my clit in precise circles, while slamming into me.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Tight as hell.” His fingers are digging into my hips, but I like the way he makes me feel. I gasp and twitch as he keeps working me over. “That’s right, come for me. Come on my cock, you hot little bitch.”

I’m floating as I shatter and fall back down to Earth.

Later we’re in Dante’s bedroom. In his bed. My dress hit the floor the minute we stepped inside.

“Decided I don’t want to share you with anyone else while you’re here, babe.”

I like the sound of that. How many times had I wished Logan felt that way?

“You need to be anywhere?” he asks.

“No. My dad’s out of town, so I’m good as long as I get to school on time.”

He draws back with a quizzical expression. “School?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “Yeah.”

“How old are you, babe?”

“Eighteen. I just turned eighteen last month.”

“Oh, well thank fuck for that. Ain’t I a dirty old man?” He laughs hard and I like the raspy, rumble that pours out of him a lot. Then he gives me a simmering look. “No wonder that fuckin’ pussy of yours is so nice and tight.”

I squirm under his coarse language, but he seems to like my discomfort. “Don’t be shy, babe.” His hand massages over my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “These fat, pink nipples of yours are fuckin’ perfect, babe. Everything about you is perfect.”

I think if he keeps talking like that, my plans for revenge will go up in flames.

If you want to find out more about Dante and Karina, you can purchase Asunder
here
.

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