A 2 STEP GAME: An Older Man Younger Woman Pregnancy Menage Romance (The Happily Ever After Series (Book 1))

by Amy Brent

  She was getting ready to leave—a night out at the Salty Dog or some other bar was as good a way as any of spending Saturday night, and she could text Ben when she settled on the right place to tell him it wasn’t going to work out—when Miles’s USB stick caught her eye, and his accusation about what Ben had done came back to her.

  In the heat of the moment she’d chalked it up to jealousy but now, calmer, she wasn’t quite so sure about that it had been an empty accusation. Miles wouldn’t have given her the USB stick otherwise.

  Do you really want to know?

  Just a little peek.

  She couldn’t see it: Ben, drugging a girl’s drink in a bar that was known to have security cameras—

  And then she recalled that they hadn’t had time to put up the “Smile! You’re being watched by the most sophisticated video surveillance system in the world!” signs before they’d opened. “Well,” Jaxon had said, “it’s not as if we’re going to get robbed before we have any money.” The cameras were well-hidden, too, concealed in the shafts in the ceiling that carried the wires criss-crossing the entire club, linking the sound systems and lights. Nobody who was looking for a camera would see them.

  She felt a chill in her gut as she plugged the USB stick into her laptop. There were six feeds, one above each bathroom door, one over the bar, one watching the parking lot, and three covering the rest of the club. It wasn’t too hard to figure out which feed to fast-forward through. For ten minutes, then, she watched herself serving drinks to the crowd around the bar. Her glass was sitting behind the bar—where it should have been safe.

  It was so fast she’d have missed it if Miles hadn’t told her when to look: Ben leaned behind the bar, looking like he was reaching for a napkin—and then his hand drifted over her glass and that was it. That was all it took. Five minutes later she watched herself take another sip from the glass—and at fifteen minutes past midnight, she was dancing on the bar.

  She ran into the bathroom and threw up.

  When she came out of the bathroom she was so furious she was shaking. That man had made her do those things—that man whom she thought she liked so much—that man had slipped something into her drink. A part of her knew that the right thing to do would have been to call the police, but the part of her that screamed for revenge wouldn’t let up. She drove to the Azure Code, trying to think of (legal) things she could do to Ben to get back at him, but her anger made it impossible to think straight. She wanted to drug him, to hurt him—maybe flay him and have him walk down the streets stark-naked. That might be justice. Or maybe walk him out to the overpass above I-95 and make him balance across it—if he lived, she’d forgive him. If he fell off…well.

  The darker angels of her soul were still having a field day with what she wanted to do to Ben when she arrived at the Azure Code. She put those thoughts out of her head for a moment: first there was the matter of admitting that Miles had been right—a task that was, for some strange reason, always harder than it should have been, given that he was literally a rocket scientist. Or rather he had been, until he bought and turned Azure Code into something that made it rain buckets of money.

  “You saw it,” Miles said, when she walked in. It wasn’t a question. He was wiping down the bar, while Jaxon was mopping up the floors.

  “What are we going to do about it?” she asked, taking a seat at the bar.

  “Oh, it’s ‘we’ now, is it?” Jaxon asked, grinning.

  She swallowed her pride. It was hard to do, but after a moment’s silence she finally said, “I’m sorry I blamed you for everything. I should’ve listened to you.”

  Miles shrugged. “It’s like I told you when I first started this thing,” he said. “All for one, one for all.”

  Jaxon came over to her, bouncing with glee: “You have no idea what we’ve got planned for Ben if he ever comes back again.”

  Jaxon wasn’t the kind of guy who harbored grudges or killed other people, but then again, neither was he the kind of guy who put much thought into the consequences of his actions, and Cerise felt a little twinge of apprehension as she asked, “Do I want to know?”

  He shook his head, suddenly much calmer. “I’m just playin’ with you,” he said. “Ain’t nothing to do. Everything fun is illegal, everything legal ain’t fun.”

  “Not everything,” said Miles.

  “Are we going to kill him?” asked Jaxon.

  “Of course not.”

  “Then it is everything.”

  “No,” said Miles. “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. Cerise, you text Ben, tell him that you’re filling in for this one night. You make yourself two drinks, keep one hidden behind the bar, and leave your drink out there, in the same place as last time, and Jaxon will be watching Ben like a hawk from the moment he walks in. As soon as Jaxon sees Ben doing something funny, he’ll text you.

  “Now, here’s the hard part: Cerise, you’re going to have to switch the tainted drink for the one that you made earlier. You’re going to have to be seen drinking from the untainted one—and then carry one with business as usual. If you can, keep at least one drink under the bar, out of sight.”

  “What’s the play?” asked Jaxon.

  Cerise nodded, understanding now: “Ben is going to flip at some point when he thinks I’ve been drinking his shit all night, and when he does, we’ll have video cameras watching his every move.”

  Jaxon whistled. “Damn bro,” he said. “That’s one hell of a good plan.”

  Miles grinned. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s finish this fucker once and for all.”

  Cerise had to smile as she donned the apron and began setting down the coasters as the first customers walked in. This was where she belonged—with her stepbrothers, through thick and thin. And, she had to admit, making Ben Harmon see red was going to be fun, as well. They could do anything, as long as they did it together.

  And not everything that felt so wrong was actually wrong – their together now seemed so right! They were going to be like that forever – together forever – “All for one, one for all.”

  HOT! FORBIDDEN! TABOO! MENAGE ROMANCE 6

  DADDY AND HIS BEST FRIEND

  CHAPTER 1

  Elle Marshall pulled up to the brick mansion with a sigh as she shut off the engine to her Range Rover. It was late but she’d almost rather of been home sleeping than trying to spice up her love life with Lance again. They were the same age-twenty-one-but Lance was every bit the college kid and still learning his way around the bedroom. He was used to quick fucks at a frat party or romps after a night of partying when he liked to call her and have her cum over for a quickie before he passed out for the evening.

  Case in point, tonight.

  She didn’t even want to spend the night. She had a better chance of having an orgasm at home with her vibrators. Elle certainly had the fantasy in her older but very sexy stepfather, Nolan James. He was coming up on forty, but he took very good care of himself and looked years younger. Elle was

  lucky that he’d let her stay at the house after her mom had passed away after a sudden car accident three years ago. They’d been married for seven years, and Nolan had pulled them out of a dangerous place, living in the wrong part of Seattle in an apartment as her mom Breanne worked two jobs to keep their heads above water.

  Elle’s father had left when she was just four years old without a trace or any sign of a child support check. Breanne had gotten a few jobs and taken the help from friends with her small daughter, and Elle had nothing but gratitude for her. She loved Breanne, and her death had been devastating, but she had Nolan to thank for taking her in and treating her the same as he always had.

  She’d like to thank him in many ways for that. Elle had seen some of the women that he’d started dating, for lack of a better term. She’d heard some of the sounds coming from the den on nights when she was coming home late, and they made her unsatisfied pussy heat right up again. It led to many nights with her hands and toys trying to scratch the itch a
nd Elle knew that she was in for another night.

  She’d had some hot one night stands that didn’t lead to anything else going to bars and clubs. Perhaps she was too young, or they didn’t appreciate her curvier build, but Elle had fond memories of those few nights. She’d experienced everything: being tied up, spanked and flogged, some of the hardest sex to date and even a three-way one night. That was the best, but she knew that it didn’t happen on the regular.

  Elle got out and closed the door to the car before she walked up to the door and unlocked it with her key. It was after three, but there were still some lights on in the lower floor and the sound of the television from the den as she paused. Porn. Nolan loved a good porn, and she listened for a moment as a woman screamed and another cried out within the room. “Lucky girl. At least she’s coming tonight.”

  She headed upstairs to her room that took up most of the second floor. It had a balcony that overlooked the bay and the best bathroom that money could buy, but Nolan was wealthy from his investments in businesses all over the Northern end of the United States. He had a few houses in some of the best vacation spots all over the world.

  That didn’t matter to Elle. What mattered is that she’d been fantasizing about him since she was around sixteen and after her mom had passed away, she was exposed to another side of Nolan that only fueled her desires.

  He didn’t date right away, that she could give him credit for. He didn’t take the marriage lightly, but Elle knew that her mother enjoyed a good night of wild sex as much as her daughter. They had a natural attraction, and her mom was beautiful and judging from the sounds that Elle had heard over the last few years, her handsome stepfather had an enormous cock. Elle closed her door and dropped her purse on the dresser before she slipped off her heels.

  What a waste it was to leave at all. She’d been involved in a new movie on her television when Lance called and wanted her to stop by his apartment and Elle had hope that he’d figure out what he was doing, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

  Lance didn’t even attempt foreplay. He’d never gone down on her and barely fingered her most of the time. He just got her wet enough to shove his mediocre dick inside of her until he came after a few thrusts. It didn’t even matter if he was drunk or sober; it was always so fast, and she had yet to have her release with him. Elle knew that she couldn’t deal with it much longer, and she found something on late night cable that she used as she massaged her clit with the fastest setting on her vibrator as she closed her eyes and imagined Nolan pounding into her, with her feet on his shoulders as he ruined her hungry pussy. She wanted that so bad, and she grabbed the one that would massage her and go deep inside as she furthered the fantasy to where she was on her knees and he was behind her. His hands were slapping her ass, and his cock was so deep inside of her that it almost hurt even as she screamed for more.

  Elle came as she heard the woman on the show crying out and she bit her lip as images played through her mind in vibrant color. Her body jerked forward as she came hard and long and she kept her Dido inside of her as she just kept going. Elle dropped her hand as the toy slid out of her slick heat and she panted as she fell back onto the pillow. That was fucking intense but she wanted the real thing, and she opened her blurry eyes as she took another breath.

  Elle left the bed and walked into her bathroom to slide on a dress so she could walk outside. She didn’t worry a lot about being seen since their house was relatively private but she should at least be dressed. Elle walked out on the balcony and inhaled the fresh air as she looked over the ripples over the water of the bay. The moon was bright tonight, and she gazed at the reflection on the water as her pussy continued to pulse.

  She heard grunts below her and sighed as she listened to Nolan fuck his woman of the night. He was relentless, and she closed her eyes as she imagined herself underneath him down on the patio, or on her knees in front of him. She’d take anything.

  Elle listened to all of it and even got herself off all over again as she dropped into one of her chairs and played with her sensitive clit. When they got rougher, she slipped her fingers inside of herself and fucked to their rhythm as she bit her lip to keep herself quiet.

  She closed her eyes and decided that things were going to change. She wasn’t going to keep spinning her wheels with Lance and find a man that could give her what she wanted. Since it was summer and she didn’t have her final year at the university for a month and a half. It was time to recreate herself into the woman that she knew she was inside.

  Elle woke up an hour later when she got cold and walked inside to curl up under the covers and sleep the day away.

  CHAPTER 2

  The next day, Elle woke up in time to start dinner since their chef was on vacation. Nolan was at work until all hours, but she’d take the chance and see if he’d be there. Later that night, Elle was going to dress up and go to a club and get what she craved.

  She was just finishing the shrimp Alfredo when Elle heard the garage. She pulled out some lettuce and vegetables for a salad and heard the door open as she glanced up. “That smells good, Elle. Thanks.”

  “I figured I’m home so why not? How was work?” Elle asked him as she tossed everything in the bowl and smiled as she felt his eyes on her ass. She’d worn the cutoff shorts on purpose, and the little tank top didn’t hide her generous breasts at all. It didn’t hurt to tease, right? This wasn’t much different than what she’d be wearing tonight so she should get comfortable with her new self.

  “Some exciting new prospects are happening that might end in a nice payday. Want to go to the house in Belize before school starts?” Nolan asked her as she looked into his mesmerizing blue eyes and nodded. “So, do you have a date with Lance tonight? Is that what those shorts are for?”

  Elle laughed and carried the salad to the table that overlooked the water. “Lance is a child, Nolan. I think that it’s time to move on.”

  “Does he know that you’re going to rip his heart out?” Nolan followed her with the pasta before she passed him to get some plates and silverware.

  “I doubt he’ll miss me,” Elle mused as she watched him grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and some glasses.

  They sat down to eat, and she took in his wavy brown hair that complimented his eyes and olive skin. She wouldn’t even think about his abs underneath the shirt and tie that he was wearing or those toned legs that she wanted all over her. Nolan was the best looking man that Elle had ever seen, and she blushed as he raised his eyes to meet her gaze. “What’s on your mind, Elle?”

  She brushed her light Blondie hair over her shoulder and giggled before she sipped her wine. “You look good today.” He raised an eyebrow and speared a piece of shrimp before eating it.

  “You do as well. You should show off your body more, Elle. The curves are sexy.”

  “I will take that into consideration, sir,” she told him with a wink as he shook his head.

  Elle had been dressing relatively conservative the last few years, probably because her mom urged her to. The nights that she’d had the one night stands were ones that she was more aggressive towards men and begged them for everything that she wanted. They gave it to her and with the little black dress that she was wearing tonight, Elle figured it wouldn’t be difficult. “That sounds dangerous.” She winked at him. Nolan shook his head before he sipped the wine and took a big bite of salad. “To be young again.”

  “You talk like you’re old. Have you seen yourself? I’d give you thirty at best, Nolan. I think you get plenty of action,” Elle told him as something darkened in his eyes. She decided to press it. “This house is big, but not that big.” It was easy to find him when she wanted to listen, and he took a deep breath.

  “A girl like you doesn’t need to be listening to people, Elle. I’m dark…I don’t think you’re ready for that. The women I bring here are older, more experienced. Stay young as long as you can.” His face was set into a frown as he looked at her and shook his head. “Maybe you sho
uldn’t dress like that. You might get more than you bargained for.”

  “I’m twenty-one, Nolan. Not sixteen,” she reminded him, and he nodded. “I am a big girl now.”

  She thought that she heard him mutter something to the effect of ‘don’t I know it’ but wasn’t sure. Elle took a long sip of wine and tried to calm her raging hormones as she forced herself to get some food into her stomach. She’d need it because she was going to drink a lot tonight and let loose, particularly after this conversation. Elle cleaned up as Nolan disappeared into his home office on the first floor and loaded the dishwasher before she went to dress for the night. She did a smoky eye look that made her light green eyes pop as she added a few coats of mascara. Her face was shimmering with a pretty highlighter before Elle carefully slid on the dress. It was clingy and tight with a plunging neckline that she added a large fake diamond to bring even more attention to her cleavage. Elle spun around in front of the mirror before she naughtily considered asking Nolan what he thought of her outfit.

  Elle slid her feet into some heels and slipped her phone and some cash into her purse before she sent away for a car. There was no chance of her driving tonight and she got the time of arrival and checked her face one more time.

  The text from Lance would go unreturned tonight. He could find another woman to bore, for all she cared.

  The house was quiet when she left, and Elle assumed that Nolan was out for the evening. Perhaps she shouldn’t have revealed that she’d heard him with the women since that might have ruined her fun. She walked down the driveway and unlocked the gate to get to the curb to meet the car just as a little Prius pulled up. “Where are you headed?” The girl asked as she looked over Elle’s outfit with a long look.

  “Club Jade,” Elle told her as she watched the driver punch the name into her navigation and wait a second. It was in Seattle and would be expensive, but money was no object thanks to her step daddy. Elle wasn’t quite ready for a full BDSM club, but this was one that provided a lot of room for dancing, be it on the floor or more on display. After a few drinks, Elle was aiming for the latter. She enjoyed the ride as the driver made small talk with her and smiled when she was told to have a great time as she got out of the car.