ARRESTED: A Stepbrother Cop Romance (19 page)

I didn’t mean to see it.

It’s his fault for leaving his door open
while he was getting changed.

I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body
before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house.
 
He’s cocky and sexy and when he calls me
princess I want to punch him in the mouth.

But I’ve never seen a d*
ck
that big, and now that I have, I can’t seem to think of anything else.

I want him, but crossing the line could risk the
happiness of our new home.

Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess
I’m going to have to find a way.

And the masked Halloween party at his best friend’s
house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up.

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14,000 word
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Excerpt

Chapter 1

Confessions

My name is Jenna and I’m a pervert.
 
Well, not really, at least not purposefully.
 
I place all the blame on my stepbrother,
Harrison, for leaving his bedroom door ajar whilst he was changing.
 
I mean, he knows I’m in the house and that
there’s a chance I might be upstairs.
 
And I guess I should put some of it down to fate or karma or whatever,
for sending me walking passed at just the right moment to see his amazing naked
body full frontal.
 

That chest.
 

Those abs.
 

Gloriously smooth tan skin and the little happy trail
leading down from his navel to areas I’ve tried never to think about
before.
 
I mean, we have a pool in our
back yard so it’s not like I’ve never seen him in swimwear, but baggy board
shorts still cover a lot.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been looking into his room as I
passed.
 
I guess I’m guilty of that.
 
He deserves his privacy, I suppose.
 
But if he valued it that much he wouldn’t
have been toweling himself dry where anyone could walk passed and see his cock
in all its glory, would he?
 
And glorious
it was too.
 

I’m no virgin but I’ve never seen a dick like that
before.
 
Even hanging like it was it
looked like it had a life of its own.
 
Long and straight and thick as my forearm.
 
Perfectly smooth and tan like the skin on the
rest of his body.
 
And everything so
neatly trimmed too.
 

Fuck, I’m salivating just thinking about it and my
poor neglected
fuffie
is all hot and bothered.
 
It’s been a few couple of months since I
decided that my ex, Bradley, wasn’t doing anything for me that I couldn’t do
for myself.
 
All that boring talk about
football killed any feelings I had for him.
 
On our last date I got close to stuffing my ears with chunks of bread
roll to block out his drone.

But Harrison’s not like that.
 
We’ve only been living in the same house for
a year, since our parents finally decided that their three years of dating was
indeed true love and tied the knot.
 
It
was strange at first to be waking up in the same household as such a gorgeous
slice of manhood, but I was with Bradley at the time so I tried not to feel attracted
to my new stepbrother.
 
The trouble is,
in addition to being a total
hottie
, Harrison is also
really funny, and interesting, and caring, and now that I’m single I can admit
to having a total crush on him.
 

Does it count as a crush when you think about someone
all the time and wish like hell they weren’t related to you by marriage?
 
Does it count as a crush when your heart
hurts a little bit each time you see them with another girl, even when they
aren’t dating?
 

I think it might be more than a crush.

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SPEED: A Stepbrother Romance

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.

Excerpt

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.

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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