“Anyone else here yet?” Bryan asks.
“Nah…we’re the first.”
Just at that moment I hear a familiar voice shouting over the crowd. “Bryan, you fucker,” Harrison yells. His eyes are bright and he’s dragging Jenna behind him. She’s got a cute new bob haircut and the ever present grin on her face that she’s been sporting since she got together with her stepbrother.
There are whoops and cheers as everyone hugs. A bottle of beer is knocked over but nobody cares. Seeing old friends is like slipping on your favorite pair of shoes. You know, the ones that are a little bit worn out but are so comfortable that it’s like wearing slippers.
The girls slide into the booth Carrie had snagged while the men head to the bar to buy more drinks. For a moment I get a flashback to any number of nights at the Red Devil where we’d meet to sip sickly cocktails and watch the boys go by.
“Shame they don’t serve Red Devils here,” I grin.
“Probably a good thing,” Carrie laughs. “Those drinks have gotten us all into a whole heap of trouble.”
“True,” Jenna nods.
“I can’t believe you guys are here,” I say, taking hold of their hands across the table and squeezing.
“I know.” Jenna glances across to where Harrison is standing. “It was touch and go as to whether Harri was going to be able to get time off, but he managed it.”
“Work still tough?” I ask, feeling bad for her.
“Yeah. He puts in so many hours.”
“But you guys are good?”
“Yeah,” she says softly. “So good. Always.”
I smile because she still looks so in love, even though things haven’t been easy.
“And you?” Jenna asks. Carrie grins expectantly. We couldn’t wait to catch up with each other and spoke on the phone for an hour at the beginning of the week.
“So good,” I say and glance over at Bryan. He’s deep in conversation with Ethan, then they both burst out laughing.
“Life’s sweet, huh?” Carrie puts her hand over her belly when she says it. If it was anyone else I’d wonder if she might be pregnant, but after what she went through, Ethan and Nathan insisted on getting sterilized. There was no way they were going to risk losing her again. I guess her unconscious action is her way of remembering to be grateful for every day that she’s gifted.
“Life is sweet,” I say. It’s three and a half years since Austin found the lump in my breast and made me take it seriously. It’s been three and a half years since Dr. Abbott delivered the news that I’d known deep down was inevitable. The lump was malignant. I was going to have to fight for my life.
And I did.
It was because of my family history that Dr. Abbott recommended radical surgery. I had a double mastectomy with reconstruction two weeks after diagnosis. Bryan and the twins were by my side the whole time, through the good days and the bad.
I glance up at the doorway just at the right moment to see Jason and Austin coming into the bar. Jason immediately unwraps his scarf and Austin pulls off the black woolen hat I bought him last week. Their hair is messy and their cheeks reddened from the cold. They look absolutely perfect. There are more shouts as the men greet each other. All the back slapping and testosterone makes me roll my eyes. It’s going to be a struggle to get a word in edgeways when they finally get their asses over here to the booth.
That’s fine with me, though. I find now that the things that used to bug me in the past are just not that important. Every day that I’m in remission is another day to be thankful for. Every day I get to live with my boys is another day to weep with gratitude about. Seriously. Could I be any luckier?
It hasn’t been an easy journey for any of us. My mom and Doug were really against our budding relationship but the fact that I was dealing with so much and needed the support meant they had to get over it pretty quickly. The twins could only stay in town for a few weeks, then they had to get back to the city. It was strange for a while, for it to be just me and Bryan. I guess the fact that I was sick meant that everyone had to be a whole lot more patient and understanding than under normal circumstances.
We almost melted our cell phones keeping in touch with Austin and Jason through messages and skype, and I really hope that no one at skype intercepts video conversations, because I think our frantic group skype sex sessions might have blown their minds! It took another year for us to all be in a place where we could be together and it was worth the wait.
“I can’t believe you are hosting us all this weekend,” Jenna says.
“What’s the point of coming all this way and then staying in a hotel? Blowing up all the air beds is half the fun.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I hope you left the men to do that job.”
“Hell to the yeah,” I laugh. “What’s the point of having three boyfriends if you’re going to have to blow up your own air beds?”
Carrie giggles. “Look at them all.”
We all turn and stare as our men make their way over to the booth with three trays of drinks. I can see women’s heads turning as they pass. The six of them are a veritable feast of sexiness.
I get up so Ethan and Nathan can slip into the booth next to Carrie. Harrison slides in on the other side and gives Jenna a kiss. Austin grabs my hand for his customary burst of chivalry. It gets me wet every time. I stand on my tip toes to give him a kiss on the lips, then do the same to Jason. I know we’re probably being watched but if there’s one thing I’ve learned not to care about, it’s the judgements of others. You’d think after so many months of the most amazing sex that I might be a little over the honeymoon period. Sometimes I think it’s a miracle that I haven’t had an aneurism from all the pleasure. I can never get enough of them.
As everyone chats, I sit back in the booth, sipping my drink and enjoying the company of my friends. Even though life can be harsh and the world can be a tough place, I couldn’t be happier. Would I be this happy if I hadn’t gone through those dark days? Probably not. Facing the possibility of dying has brought me a whole new perspective. Life’s too short to make the safe and sensible decisions. It’s too short to worry about what might go wrong if you dare to dream. Every mistake we make teaches us a little more about how to live our lives better in the future. I’ve learned to trust myself and to value myself and what I think, above the opinions of others.
I remember on that first night that I met the twins – the night that changed my life forever – that Jason told me ‘three’s a charm.’ I would never have believed that I could be so happy in a polygamous relationship, but I am. Hugely!
They say three is the magic number.
When it comes to lovers, I know that for absolute sure!
Three’s a charm, baby.
And what can I tell you? If you get a chance to live out your fantasies like I did, take it! Seize it by the balls and ride the hell out of it, because you never know what’s around the corner, and you’re only young once!
We all have a Wonder Woman inside us, and whatever the universe has in store for us, making brave decisions to follow our dreams is what matters the most.
And as my idol would say, “the adventure continues.”
Bonus Book
Arrested
A Stepbrother Cop Romance
By
Stephanie Brother
© 2016 Stephanie Brother
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.
Kindle Edition
Description
He’s a good cop, but a very BAD B
OY.
When gorgeous Officer Carlisle pulled me over for speeding, I told him how sorry I was. That didn’t stop him from telling me to step out of the car and making me spread my legs so he could check for offensive weapons.
I wanted to ask him if a hungry kitty constituted an offensive weapon, because damn, mine just wanted to eat him all up!
Those eyes should have been enough to get him arrested, forget those cheekbones and delicious full lips that stayed serious, even when I was sassing him.
And his hands. When he ran those rough palms against the inside of my thighs, I actually moaned.
Then he pulled out his handcuffs and showed me just how well he could wield his night stick.
Okay, that last bit only happened in my fantasies later that night, and pretty much every night since Officer Carlisle told me what a bad girl I was. I thought I was never going to see him again, then Mom tells me she’s getting engaged to her boyfriend and you guessed it, Officer Carlisle just happens to be my sexy new stepbrother!
That should make me think twice about being a naughty girl, shouldn’t it? Except, now my past is coming back to haunt me and Officer Carlisle might just be the only man who can turn this bad girl good.
Officer Carlisle knows exactly how to use his equipment. Read on if you like your cops a whole lot dirty in the bedroom!
READER NOTICE – ARRESTED contains fantasy and role-play scenes involving restraints. All scenes are consensual but may be a trigger for some.
Contents
Description (including reader notice)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
About the Author
More by Stephanie Brother
1
ALLYSON
Sex is dangerous.
At least, that’s my experience.
It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. And worst of all, it has the ability to totally fuck up your life.
Panic rushes through me as I press my foot harder on the accelerator, racing through the streets and taking another corner at high speed. It’s just after 1am and this late at night, the roads are deserted. There are no street lights in this part of town and my headlights illuminate only a foot of the world in front of me.
I’m driving dangerously, recklessly.
A fleeting thought that someone or something will dash out onto the road makes me ease up on the pedal as I take the next bend. I know it’s foolish to take risks like this but my heart is racing so hard. Drew’s words run through my mind again and the memory of his threats make my stomach clench. I feel like I have nothing to lose because if he does what he says he’s going to do, then he’ll destroy everything that matters to me.
The steering wheel slips slightly in my grasp and I rub my hands on the skirt of the short black dress I’m wearing. I grip the wheel again so I can pull out of the bend in the road, forcing my car to surge faster. I can’t seem to put enough distance between me and the party.
I knew that Drew wasn’t going to take the news well. He’s always had a bad temper and a fragile ego which is a terrible combination, but things couldn’t have gone worse. I thought he was unhappy too and I hoped he might listen to reason.
I hoped that he’d let me go without a fight.
I was so, so wrong.
I clench the steering wheel tighter, foot almost at the floor when the interior of my car suddenly turns red and blue. I check my rear view mirror quickly and groan at the sight of the police car behind me.
Fuck.
On top of everything, I don’t need to be losing my license. My already racing heart beats so impossibly fast that I feel the pulsing in my throat and the tips of my fingers.
How much over the speed limit was I going? I have no idea.
I carefully pull over to the side of the road, putting the car in park with my hands on the steering wheel. It’s what I’m supposed to do. I’ve seen enough cop movies to know that. It’s also the only way I can keep my hands from trembling.
Adrenaline’s a bitch.
I try to concentrate on my breathing as I wait for the officer to approach. I’ve never been pulled over for speeding before and I have no idea what I’m going to say to defend myself. Maybe my clean record will go in my favor? I should tell the officer that if it looks like he might come down hard on me. I know there’s no defense when you’re guilty, just excuses or bravado. If nothing else, tonight has already taught me that I’m not the best at pleading my case.
The police car stops about a foot away from my car and I watch through the rear view mirror as the cop gets out of his cruiser. He’s tall and younger than I was expecting, walking with a swagger that immediately gets my back up. Does he think I’m okay with waiting out here in the dark while he ambles around like he has all the time in the world? When he’s about halfway to my car I roll down the window and plaster a smile on my face. I might have no chance at getting out of this but I’d be stupid not to try.
“License and registration, Miss,” the officer says in a voice that so deep and smooth I’m momentarily taken aback.
He bends to look in the window and my breath escapes in a whoosh. This cop is hot. I should be fearful but when attraction hits, somehow all my sense seems to fly out of the window. Damn, he’s broad. He should look dowdy in his regulation uniform, but it just seems to show everything off. His eyes bore into me with a look of boredom. He must get so tired of doing routine road stops. I bet he does so many he can repeat his warnings in his sleep. I think I must be imagining a slight change in his attitude when his gaze falls on my legs. Short already, the hem of my dress is high up my thighs from sitting for so long. I instinctively move to push it down.
“Of course, Officer,” I say, trying to cover the embarrassing pause between us, fumbling in my purse for my license, and the glove compartment to retrieve the car registration. I hand them over and peer at him through my lashes.
He glances at my license then looks at me. “Do you know how fast you were going, Allyson?”
Shit. I have no idea. My only thought was getting away from the party. Away from him. My eyes had been on the road, not on the speedometer.
“Too fast?” I say quietly. He frowns.
“Step out of the car.”
Blood pounds in my head and rushes in my ears. This is going badly. “Is that really necessary?” I ask, hoping he’ll let me off the hook. There is a chill in the night air and I’m not wearing suitable clothes for standing around by the side of the road.
“Out of the car.” There is no hesitation in his voice. No waver to give me an indication it’s worth pleading any further.
Fear, panic, and denial race through me because life really knows how to kick a person when they are down. I clench my hands on the steering wheel, inhaling deeply. The officer clears his throat impatiently and that’s enough to get me angry. I’ve had enough of men trying to tell me what to do. I refuse to be scared by this pompous lawman. I may have lost control in a lot of aspects of my life but I can have control here. I don’t have to let what happened at the party influence what happens next. This stop for speeding doesn’t have to result in a ticket or a suspension if I give it all I’ve got.
I turn to take a better look at the officer who has now crossed his arms. He’s getting mad because I’m keeping him waiting but the fury only seems to make him look hotter. He’s still holding my license in his big hand and for a fleeting moment, I wonder how his touch might feel against my skin. St
upid girl, thinking about sex when everything around me is turning to shit. It’s sex that has gotten me into this mess.
Maybe some harmless flirting will get me out of it, though.
“Of course, Officer?”
“Carlisle.”
He’s still standing in front of the door and I frown. “I can’t open the door with you right there,” I say. “I don’t want to knock you over. My dress will do that I’m sure.” I flash him a smile to round off my pathetic attempt at flirting.
His lips twitch but his expression remains impassive. He moves slightly to the right so I can swing the door open safely and I notice, with some small glimmer of hope, that he hasn’t reached for his notepad or ticket book.
I swing my legs out in slow motion taking a deep breath. If I’m going to do this, I had better make it good. Either he’ll book me or let me off without a ticket.
My high heels tap the pavement and then I unfold myself out of the car like I’m arriving at a red carpet event. I push my chest out and stand up straight. Though I’m wearing heels, Officer Carlisle is still, at least, five inches taller than me. He peers down at the swell of my breasts and I silently thank Rachel for telling me to buy this dress.
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