HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  “He asked for me to call you and let you know you will need to send someone else,” I say. “I have the retainer. Can you send someone to come and collect it?”

  “Connor will be there in twenty minutes,” Adam says and hangs up.

  I look at my phone feeling a little stunned and a whole lot relieved. I’m glad that I won’t have to deal with Adam again. He gives me the shivers over the phone so I can’t imagine what he would be like in person.

  True to his word, Connor arrives within twenty minutes and takes the money. I stand and leave the station but once I’m outside I can’t bring myself to go and never come back.

  Brandon isn’t going to call me, I know this.

  If I go back to my office now I might never see him again. He didn’t keep in touch the first time and that rejection stings just as much now as it did then.

  If I want to see Brandon, I’m gonna have to force the issue.

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  Huge – A Stepbrother Romance

  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.

  HUGE is a 14,000 word novelette, suitable for 18+ readers who like it EXTRA LARGE!

  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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  SPARKED: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance

  Will he rock my world or break my heart?

  Amber:

  When my roommate dragged me to a dive bar, I couldn’t wait to leave.

  Then he started hitting on me.

  Yeah, he’s impossibly sexy, but he’s really not my type.

  He’s pushy and cocky and a total player.

  Did I mention he sings in a rock band?

  And has women screaming his name whenever he’s onstage?

  If I get involved with him, he’ll break my heart.

  But maybe it’s worth the pain.

  Aidan:

  I don’t want to hurt Amber … I want to fuck her until she screams.

  Relationships aren’t my style, but I can give her memories to last a lifetime.

  Big, hard, unstoppable memories.

  That’s my plan … until I find out she’s a good girl.

  Definitely not my type.

  I should be running as fast as I can.

  Not going back for more.

  PREVIEW

  My story begins like all the truly classic romances. It’s Saturday night and I’m being dragged by my overbearing roommate to a dive bar crammed full of obnoxiously drunk losers.

  Thrilling, right? I really should be studying, but Megan is nothing if not persistent. So I squeezed into a short skirt and took time to put on makeup, though now I wish I hadn’t bothered.

  It’s not very late when we get there, but the crowd already seems half wasted. People are yelling, jostling for space at the bar; it feels like a fight could break out any moment. I’m not looking for romance, but if I was in the market for a guy this is the last place I’d choose.

  I pull Megan close and yell into her ear, “This is where you hang out on the weekends?”

  “Stay right here,” she yells back. “I’ll get us some drinks!”

  She starts pushing her way through the crowd. I stay near the wall, trying to hold onto a little personal space. There’s a band playing on a small stage on the other side of the room, though no one’s paying them much attention. I listen for a few moments and realize everyone else is right to ignore them.

  Maybe I can get away with leaving after one drink … but that won’t satisfy Megan. She thinks I’m missing out on the full college experience. Honestly, with all the time I’ve been spending at the library, this rowdy place is a shock to my system. If this is the full college experience, I’m okay with being a little bit deprived.

  I don’t expect the hand on my shoulder. Megan’s back already?

  I turn, and instead of my roommate I’m faced with a stunning man. Dark hair, sexy as hell, with eyes that I can’t look away from. I blink, not certain my imagination hasn’t conjured him up. He’s not much taller than me, but broad and solid — and standing squarely inside my personal space.

  Even though he has my attention — boy, does he have it — he doesn’t move his hand from my arm. “Do you need a drink?” he asks. He’s holding a beer bottle, and I can smell it on his breath when he leans close t
o make himself heard.

  I shake my head and give him a half smile to thank him for his offer. His dark eyes penetrate mine and I’m mesmerized, unable to look away.

  He doesn’t return my smile. I’m not even sure he blinks. And he’s still touching my shoulder.

  “Are you here alone?” He leans in closer still, and I finally manage to break eye contact. Aside from his undeniably beautiful face, he’s really not my type. His hair is messy, his jeans are torn, and his shirt is open halfway down his chest.

  I shake my head, then add, “With a friend.” I turn my head to look at his hand, which hasn’t moved, the heat of him burning through the thin fabric of my sleeve. I would typically be telling a guy to get his hands off me at this point, but for some reason the words don’t come out of my mouth.

  A tiny corner of my brain wonders what’s going on. I’m not the kind of girl guys hit on, usually. So what is this stud doing paying attention to me?

  He follows the direction of my gaze and one corner of his mouth turns up. A subtle lift of an eyebrow adds to his smirk as his hand leaves my shoulder to reach for my hair. He tangles it slowly around his finger, pulls gently, then rests his hand against my arm again, fingers still playing with the lock of hair he’s claimed as his. He steps in closer, his foot against mine, our hips nearly touching. A shiver runs down my back as my whole body seems to come to attention.

  His actions are entirely inappropriate, but instead of telling him to get lost, I’m staring at his lips, noticing how thick they are, how they’re curled into a slight smile. It’s clear that he knows what kind of effect he’s having on me, and his cocky expression pisses me off. But it also turns me on. I can’t ever remember having a reaction like this to someone I’d just met. Or really anyone, ever. Whatever reaction he’s sparking in me, I’m not sure I like it.

  He speaks again, but at the same time the singer on stage starts to wail, shredding his vocal chords to no good effect. I shrug my shoulders and touch my ear, to let him know I can’t hear him.

  He releases my hair and brings his mouth against my ear. I feel his warm breath on my skin when he speaks. “Follow me.”

  And with no apparent decision on my part, as though the logic centers of my brain have been completely switched off and I’m being controlled by other powers in my body, I follow him.

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