The Stepbrother Bargain (Book 1)

THE STEPBROTHER BARGAIN (THE STEPBROTHER BARGAIN, Book One)

By Chloe Hawk

Copyright 2015, Chloe Hawk, all rights
reserved.
 
This book is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.
 
All characters depicted
in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

CAGE

It should never have happened.

I should have never gotten in this deep.

Not with Grace.

Not with the show.

Not with any of it.

I should have put a stop to it as soon as
it began.
 

But the truth was, I liked playing with
fire.
 
The risk, the danger –
it was all part of the fun.
 

Especially when it came to my stepsister.

I couldn’t resist her -- – her
tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth,
her
heart. To try
to stay away from her would have driven me insane, even more insane than I
ended up going from trying to keep her safe.

As soon as I she came back into my life,
she consumed every thought I had.
 

I had to have her.

And when you were used to getting
whatever you wanted, no was never an option.

It started on a Friday night, the day
before my dad’s wedding, while I was filling up at a gas station on Route 15 in
Clifton.
 
I was thinking about how
fucking stupid it was that my mom was getting married to her long-time
boyfriend. If you could even call two people in their fifties boyfriend and
girlfriend.
 
I’d driven up from my
house in the city, and I was impatient to get to the rehearsal dinner and get
this whole charade over with.

A car pulled up at the pump on the other
side of the station, an old clunker that was making an intense rattling noise
and missing a front hubcap.

A girl stepped out of the car.
 
She was probably about twenty-one or
twenty-two, and I took my time, letting my eyes run all over her body.
 
Tight white shorts encased a perfect round
bubble ass, her legs long and tan.
 
She had on a pink t-shirt that was way too big for her, but it dipped
down in the front, showing off a little bit of her impressive cleavage.
 
One of the sleeves was falling off her
shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a lacy black bra strap.
 
She was wearing sunglasses, and her
long dark blonde hair covered her face, but I could see well enough to make out
a pair of full pink lips.

I watched as she started filling up her
car, thinking about those nice full lips sucking on my dick.
 
I’d take my hands and grab her hair,
pull the strands tight as I fucked her face good and hard.

Then I’d flip her over and push right
into her pussy.
 
She’d be all wet
and tight, and I’d make her shake her bubble ass for me as I pumped into her.
 
I wondered if she had one of those
tramp stamps on her back, those tattoos that a lot of girls had.
 
I thought they were sexy as hell.
 
If she didn’t have one, I’d shoot my
load all over where it would have been, tattooing her with
my
cum
.

She only filled her car with a little bit
of gas before heading for the door of the station, that ass jiggling as she
went, her shorts so short I was almost sure I could see the bottom of an ass
cheek sticking out.
 
Shit, she was
hot.
I didn’t remember anyone that hot ever living here.
 
I’d fucked all the hot girls in this town by the time I’d
graduated high school high school seven years ago.
 
She would have been too young for me then – a freshman
when I was a senior, probably.
 
Not
that that would have stopped me.

I finished pumping my gas and followed
her into the station.
 
I’d paid at
the pump, but I wanted to get another look at that sweet little ass, and a
better look at those nice round titties.
 
By rule, I was an ass man, but I was never going to ignore a good pair
of tits.
 
I thought about how late
it would make me for the rehearsal dinner if I stopped to fuck her.

I had a suite at the Copley Hotel.

I could take her back there, strip her
down and have my way with her.

When I got inside, she was up at the register,
and I walked up behind her.
 
She
was even hotter up close – all tan legs and long limbs, her wavy dark
blond hair tangled and falling halfway down her back.

She was arguing with the clerk.

“Can you run it again?” she asked.
 
“I know I have money in there.”

“I ran it twice,” the cashier said.
 
She was an older woman with a bored
expression on her face, and she handed a debit card back to the girl.

“Maybe I put my pin in wrong,” the girl
said.
 
“What does it say on the
screen?”
 
She stood on her tiptoes
and leaned over the counter to get a look at the register.

My cock twitched in my pants as she bent
over.
 
I thought about pulling
those little shorts off of her, sliding into her from behind.
 
She’d push her pussy into me and I’d
hold her tight, not letting her move until I was buried deep inside of her of
hole.
 

I wondered if she was a moaner.
 
I loved when chicks groaned and wiggled
all around.

“It says ‘insufficient funds’,” the woman
running the register said.
 
“Now,
I’m sorry, miss, but you’re going to have to figure out a way to pay for the
gas.
 
And if you can’t, then I’m
going to have to call the police.”

I sensed my opening.

“I don’t mean to butt in,” I lied, moving
so that I was standing next to the blonde.
 
I looked down at the debit card in her hand, getting an
eyeful of creamy tan cleavage in the process.
 
“But if you need money, I’d be happy to take care of it.”

I took my credit card out of my wallet
and slid it through the reader, turning to look at the girl as the register accepted
the payment and started printing out the receipt.

“I’m Cage,” I said, holding my hand
out.
 
But she didn’t take it.
 
Instead, she frowned.
 

Then she lifted her sunglasses off her
eyes, pushing them up and over her head so that her hair was pushed back from
her face.

“Cage?” she repeated incredulously.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed.

It wasn’t some hot blonde.

It was my stepsister.

GRACE

I stared at him for a long moment, not
even sure what to say.
 
Rage and
humiliation pulsed through my veins – how could he not even recognize
me?
 
Yes, he hadn’t seen me in
three years.
 
But had I really been
that insignificant to him?
 
Had I
really been that
invisible?

I’d always known I wasn’t on his
radar.
 
But we’d grown up in the
same house.
 
We’d lived together
ever since we were twelve.
 
You
would have thought he’d at least
recognize
me.

I watched the shock overtake his face as
it finally dawned on him that it was
me
.

But it was only for a split second.
 
Only for a split second did I get to relish
the fact that I’d finally made him uncomfortable, had finally gotten one over
on him, even if it was in some small way.

But then his normal smug, cocky look
returned to his face, and I had to resist the urge to smack him.

That look was so familiar to me.
 
It was the look I’d seen him use to get
out of trouble at school, with his
mom,
with my dad…
it was infuriating.
 
I’ll bet he
even used it now, when he was negotiating some big deal at work.
 
The female executives probably fell all
over themselves to give him whatever he wanted.

I hated that look.

I hated him.

And in that moment, I even hated myself.

Because deep
down,
rooted underneath a layer of annoyance, was attraction.

He was still just as sexy and gorgeous as
I remembered him.
 
In fact, he
might have been even sexier.
 
He’d
always been built, but now his shoulders were broader, his face more
chiseled.
 
His navy blue sweater
was crisp and polished, his khaki pants perfectly creased.

He wore sneakers, white and shiny, the
way shoes could only look when you first took them out of the box.
 
He was freshly-shaven, his skin smooth
and tan – not the kind of tan you got from sitting out in the sun, but
the kind that was natural.
 

His lips were gorgeous and full, his jaw line
strong and defined.
 
He towered
over me at six-foot-two.
 
I caught
just a hint of cologne – something manly, mixed with his natural
scent.
 
It made me dizzy, and I tried
to step away from him.

I’d known I was going to be seeing him
– our parents were getting married after all, finally making it official
after living together for more than ten years.
 
But I hadn’t expected it to be
here,
with me in the ratty clothes I’d thrown on to make the two hour drive from my
apartment in Millis.

And I certainly hadn’t expected to have
this kind of reaction to him.

He didn’t say anything, just stood there
with that cocky grin on his face, and I pushed by him and out the door, back
into the fading sunlight.

He didn’t follow me, but I could feel his
eyes on me, and I hurried to my car.
 
I didn’t want him to see me blush.

I didn’t want him to know that after all
these years, after just seeing him for one second, my biggest fear had come
true.

I was still in love with him.

Once I was in my car, I took a second to
catch my breath,
then
turned the key in the
ignition.
 
The engine sputtered and
then stalled out.

I slammed my hand against the steering
wheel.

“Dammit,” I swore.
 
This happened from time to time –
my car would just not start.
 
The
starter was going, but I didn’t have the four hundred dollars it would cost to
fix it.

.
 
Someone knocked on my window, and I jumped.

Cage.

I sighed and rolled down the window.
 
“What?”

“You look like you’re having some
trouble,” he said.

“I’m not.”

“Are you sure about that?
 
Because first you tried to steal gas,
and now your getaway car is stalling out.”

“I wasn’t trying to
steal
gas,” I said.
 
“I
just… I couldn’t remember my pin.”
 
I could remember my pin just fine – 7764 – my mom’s
birthday.
 
But there was only five
dollars in my checking account.
 
It
should have been enough for gas – at least, enough to get me the rest of
the way to my dad’s house, where I was staying for the weekend -
-
 
but
the
problem was, if you went even a penny over, the bank wouldn’t approve the
charge, and I’d accidentally let the pump click one cent over.

“Right.”
 
Cage stared at me, his eyes traveling around my car –
the fast food wrappers littering the floor, the cell phone plugged into its
charger, the course catalog for Millis Community College, where I was taking
classes.
  
Then, very slowly,
almost like he was savoring it, he moved his gaze from my eyes, down my neck,
and let it linger on my breasts.
 
My nipples hardened and I could feel them popping through the thin
cotton of my t-shirt.

The side of his mouth twitched, like he
knew the effect he was having on me and liked it.

“I assume you’re on your way to mom and
dad’s?” he asked.

“She’s not my mom,” I mumbled about his
mom, Renee.

“You know what I mean, Grace.”

“Yes,” I said.
 
“I’m on my way to the rehearsal dinner.”

He opened my car door.
 
“Out.”

“What?”