Wanted_Big Bad Brother_A Billionaire Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

by Natalie Knight

  “As hard…as hard as you can,” she begs us, her voice trembling as she drags her fingernails across my back. She’s exhausted and spent, but she seems to want to go out with a bang. Well, we’re happy to provide exactly what she wants.

  I grit my teeth and start fucking her as relentlessly as I can, sweat pouring down my muscles as I push my body past the point of exhaustion, working it to the limit. Thank fuck I like being active and spend a lot of time in the gym – I would never be able to fuck her like this if I wasn’t in top shape.

  Scott’s probably thinking the same.

  His eyes are closed, his hands on her hips. Rocking his body against her hard, I can tell he’s close to his breaking point, each and every line on his face telling me that he won’t be able to resist for much longer. Well, fuck it – it’s the same for me.

  “Come for me...come for me, boys,” Kayla says, clawing at my back, and that does it for me. The moment I feel her coming, her pussy lips spasming around my cock, I can’t resist it any longer. I groan loudly and surrender to the fire ravaging my insides, my cock pulsing hard as I shoot all my load inside of her tight little pussy.

  “Fuck,” Scott groans at the same time, and he stops moving all together, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face as he comes inside Kayla’s ass.

  We remain like that for what seems like forever, the three of us surrendering to the way ecstasy has blanketed us. Only when I feel my knees buckling under my weight do I allow Kayla to climb down from my body.

  We slide our cocks off her and, moving as if the three of us are in sync, we lean back against the wall and slide down to the floor.

  Sitting down on the floor of her office, all of us trying to catch our breath, I realize something I had never understood before.

  Love isn’t about feelings, chocolates and roses. It isn’t about music, poetry, or any of that bullshit.

  Love is about a connection, a mingling of souls. And it’s rare…very, very rare.

  I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I found love now.

  Kayla

  “Hurry,” Brad calls from the living room. “You’ll miss it.”

  I roll my eyes and stifle a yawn.

  “You want coffee don’t you?” I call back and press the button on our new shiny beast, the latest and greatest coffee machine money can buy.

  “Food?” Scott comes into the kitchen and turns on the oven.

  I shrug. It’s a bit early to be thinking about eating and I will need at least one strong caffeine hit before I can make decisions of importance.

  “Voila,” Scott produces croissants from somewhere.

  “Yum.” My stomach now growls even though only a few minutes ago I could have sworn I’m not hungry.

  “What are you two doing?” calls Brad from the living. “You better not be doing something I should be part of.”

  We giggle.

  “Don’t worry Brad,” I reply. “We’re just getting food.”

  Just at that moment Brad’s head appears in the kitchen.

  “Just checking,” he grins.

  Several minutes later we are all huddled around our new oversized extra large television screen.

  “Turn it up.” Scott complains. “I can’t hear anything.”

  “You don’t need to,” Brad gives him a friendly punch in the upper arm. “It’s not like you’re going to win anything.”

  “Shh,” I say to both of them as the announcer of the Emmy Awards welcomes everyone to what she says will be a night of surprises, or early morning for us since for some reason it is being held outside the USA, somewhere exotic, somewhere where the time zones don’t match ours.

  We smile at each other.

  Our show - it has become known as our show in the last few weeks since…well, ever since I took over, really - has several nominations.

  Scott is nominated for outstanding supporting actor and Brad for outstanding lead actor. None of us are sure who determined Brad as lead and Scott as supporting actor, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is, they both are nominated.

  The show itself is nominated for outstanding daytime television drama. I, together with my writers am nominated as outstanding drama series writing team. And best of all I’m personally nominated as outstanding producer of daytime television drama.

  The last few months have been amazing. Life has been kind to all of us.

  With my talented team of writers and supporting lead actors, the show has gone stronger. I have even been approached by a couple of other network heads to write for them.

  I have been headhunted.

  A month ago Scott, Brad and I decided to move in together and since we each owned small apartments it was time to upgrade.

  House hunting was fun. Some of the agent’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when they saw me walk up with two blokes. The women seemed to take it better than the men.

  The lawyer who had to draw up the paper work was priceless. It took him quite a long time to work out we were a threesome.

  Our house is in the hills alongside some of Hollywood’s other super stars. On our first night Scott stood on the balcony and raised a toast to everyone.

  “This is where we belong.” He announced to no one in particular.

  “More coffee?” I ask and look at Brad and Scott.

  “I know what I want more of,” Scott’s hand reaches under my flimsy nightdress.

  My pussy instantly responds, like it always does when either one of them touch me.

  “Not now,” it takes all my strength to resist. “We don’t want to miss the announcements.”

  Scott pouts. “What about a quickie.”

  I leave him without another word.

  Once I’m in the kitchen I hear yelling. I poke my head back into the living room.

  “Quick,” Brad shouts. “Supporting actor is about to be announced.”

  I hear just the tail end of nominations and Scott’s name.

  With three quick steps I’m next to him and hold his hand. Brad is holding his fists tightly shut.

  Drum roll. The announcer smiles and pulls the name out of the envelope in snail’s pace.

  “Hurry up,” I urge him, bouncing up and down on my seat.

  “Scott from The Kings .”

  We hug and cry with each other, almost missing the announcement of lead actor.

  “Shush,” I hold my hand over Scott’s mouth. We listen to the nominations and again my heart is beating so fast I feel as if I’d just run a marathon. With Scott having won an award it would not feel right if Brad didn’t.

  The camera zooms in on the announcers face. She holds the paper in front of her eyes as if she needs glasses. I can see she’s reading silently. Come on, just say it, I mouth.

  “Looks like our new show is going to be cleaning up tonight,” she says and I’m already squeezing Brad’s hand.

  “The winner of outstanding lead actor is Brad from The Kings .”

  I can’t believe it. We hug, we kiss, and we hug again. I’m crying and laughing at the same time.

  When they announce our writing team as winners of outstanding writing I feel as though I can’t take much more.

  “And now ladies and gentlemen, viewers,” a handsome face says from the television “we come to outstanding daytime television producer.”

  Brad and Scott crowd around me. Both of them hold me as tight as possible. If they squeeze any more I won’t be able to breathe.

  “It’s a tough field this year,” says the blonde assistant to the announcer smiling broadly into the camera.

  “Like every other year,” agrees the announcer. The names are read out. Goosebumps crawl up my arms and back when I hear my own name. It feels surreal.

  I close my eyes and put my hands over my ears. I don’t think I can listen.

  “You’ve won!” shouts Brad.

  “You’ve won!” shouts Scott and both of them kiss me.

  I fall back on the couch. They pounce. Their hands are all over me
as are their mouths.

  Oh my gosh. This is amazing.

  Almost at the same time both of them pull back.

  I sit up.

  “What?” Suddenly all feelings of happiness disappear. They look so serious. Do they have bad news? Are they leaving me?

  “Kayla,” Scott takes my hand.

  “Kayla,” Brad takes my other hand.

  Has someone died?

  “We want you to know,” Scott starts.

  “That you mean the world to us.” Finishes Brad.

  They are leaving me. I can tell from their faces. I brace for what comes next.

  “Kayla we love you and we want to spend the rest of our lives with you. Will you marry us?’

  I blink. What? Did I hear correctly?

  “Will you?” they repeat and now I start to cry.

  No words pass my lips and so I simply nod.

  We melt into each other’s arms and Scott kisses me. Brad’s mouth is traveling downward where my wet pussy waits for him. And both my hands are busy with needy dicks.

  I can’t believe it, but this is my life now.

  I’ve been blessed.

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  Sweet Scones & Murder

  By Caroline Chase

  Copyright 2017 by Caroline Chase Mysteries

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

  Caroline Chase

  Description

  Chesapeake Pointe was supposed to be more peaceful than the big city when I moved here.

  I didn’t think it would start off with discovering that Aunt Millie was murdered…

  Brynn Monroe has a big problem.

  She’s moved to Chesapeake Pointe to escape the hustle and bustle of New York City.

  But her idea of peaceful went out the window when she finds her precious Aunt Millie dead.

  It’s even more surprising when the cops say foul play was involved.

  Who would want to kill dear ol’ Aunt Millie?

  Well…it turns out just about everyone.

  As Brynn looks into the murder, she sees that her “precious” Aunt Millie wasn’t so precious after all.

  Half the town hated her guts. The other half wanted her dead.

  The handsome, hunky detective from Brynn’s past, Alec Anders, is no help because he’s too gorgeous.

  Every time he comes to ask Brynn questions she starts to daydream about the two of them.

  Really stops an investigation when you’re tongue-tied to answer any questions.

  But it also makes you a suspect.

  With the town beginning to suspect Brynn, she knows that she only has a small amount of time to find the real killer and clear her name.

  Before they strike again!

  Also by Caroline Chase

  Sweet Scones & Murder

  Blissful Brownies & Murder

  Pumpkin Pies & Murder

  Christmas Cookies & Murder

  Luscious Lemon Bars & Murder

  Caramel Bars & Murder

  Sensational Sticky Buns & Murder

  About Caroline

  Caroline Chase grew up with a profound love of books instilled into her by her loving parents. She always knew that writing was for her and submitted her first book for consideration at age 10. She was turned down but this only made her work harder. She currently resides in a cozy mountain cabin where she creates characters she loves and loves to kill.

  Caroline's love of books is only rivaled by her love of her family and her pets, Lightning and Louise.

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  Brynn

  “Versace, get back in here!” Brynn said as she chased her cat out the door and around the yard. “You have to take a bath!” she yelled as the neighbor stood staring at her. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Cutler, Brynn said to her Aunt Millie's next-door neighbor.

  Brynn Monroe never had to chase her cat around a yard before because, since having him, she never had a yard. It was his first experience with grass and running free and he looked as if he'd suddenly broken out of prison and was on the lam.

  Throwing her hands up in defeat, Brynn sat down on the curb out front to wait him out. She knew he was too fast for her and she didn't have the energy to go after him. Looking around the quaint neighborhood, she didn't blame Versace for wanting to just take off and see the sights. It was, in a sense, exactly what she'd done when she escaped New York less than a month ago.

  Brynn had lived in Chesapeake Pointe from birth to the time she went off to college at the age of eighteen. Although she'd always loved her hometown, her father, Andrew, had pushed her from an early age to get out and see the world. He had been a big influence on Brynn as far as her college degree and her eventual job at the big investment firm Carter Jeffries on Wall Street was concerned.

  Brynn loved her father and always wanted to please him, so she felt by following his plan for her life, she would do just that. And it seemed to work. Each time she came home for a visit, Andrew would talk to his friends about the big job she had, the big apartment on the Upper East side, and her designer clothes. It seemed that she was living to please her dad instead of herself and it had brought her much sadness.

  Brynn's dad retired from his job of hospital administrator six months before she came back, and he and her mother, Joan, decided to travel the world for a while. Brynn viewed their decision as her opportunity to get her life back on track and live it the way she wanted, in her hometown, working in what had once been her aunt's bakery, but was now hers.

  Chesapeake Pointe had something New York didn't have. It had a lot of things the city didn't have, actually. The thing she'd missed the most besides family was the quiet. She missed the ability to sit and listen to absolutely nothing. New York wasn't like that. There was never a quiet moment there, not even on the Upper East side. It had seemed as if the noise would hung in the air like a heavy fog that never moved away, even when there wasn't a siren or a honking horn.

  The sidewalks and buildings produced their own type of commotion. Even in the park, there were sounds that seemed to drill holes into her very soul. Maybe it was the dissatisfaction with her life, maybe it was the fact that she never felt safe there, or maybe it really was the quaint little coastal village that overlooked the Atlantic she missed the most. Whatever it was that brought her back, she knew the moment she set foot in town that she had made the right decision.

  “Brynn, honey, did you find that cat?”

  “No, Aunt Millie, not yet,” she called back to the voice behind her coming from the porch.

  “I don't know why you want to bathe a cat in the first place,” she grumbled. “They hate water.”

  Mildred “Millie” Stevens was Brynn's father's sister. She was gruff with others, but Brynn had always known her to be full of love. She had practically grown up in her aunt's house and that's what made staying with her, now that she was back home, so special.

  Walking up the sidewalk to join her on the porch, Brynn smiled when she saw Millie rocking in her favorite chair. She came to rest on the white, wooden swing and laid back, putting her feet up on the chain as she had done so many times as a child.

  “Aunt Millie?”

  “Hmm?” she said, not taking her eyes off her knitting.

  “Did you ever want to move away from here? You know, when you were young?”

  Brynn put one foot on the floor to gently push herself back so that she could swing forward.

  “No ma'am, I never did. I didn't have the desire you had to leave.”

  Brynn knew Millie had no idea it was her own brother, Andrew who ha
d pushed his daughter to go away, and Brynn would never tell her either. There was already too much bickering between Andrew and Millie.

  “I always loved my home and my town. That's why I opened the bakery. I did it for the town. I wanted to share my gift of baking with the people here.”

  “Aunt Millie, that's so sweet of you to feel that way.”

  “Oh, I know I'm not liked, but I don't care. I still like to be good to others,” Millie said as she continued her knitting.

  Brynn knew as well that Millie wasn't well-liked or highly thought of in town, but she could never figure out exactly why. Maybe Millie showed Brynn a side of herself reserved only for those she truly loved. She smiled as she watched Millie wrap the large needle around the yarn.

  “I guess I should get back to looking for that cat,” Brynn said as she stood up. “I love you Aunt Millie, and I'm so grateful you're letting me stay here with you until I can find something.”

  Millie finally took a break from knitting to look at the one person she loved more than anyone. “Brynn, you don't have to thank me. It's my pleasure to have you. Now if you're gonna chase that fur ball, I'm going in the house to bake you some sweet scones.”

  Brynn smiled. “Thank you. Yours are my favorite. The whole time I was in New York, I never found a scone that compared to yours.”

  “And you never will either,” Millie said as she laughed.

  Brynn watched her go in as a dog came out. “Aunt Millie, Thunder ran out.”

  “That's okay, he's probably going to take a poop.”

  Thunder was Millie's six-pound Yorkie. He had a mouth on him like no other dog Brynn had ever encountered. He would stand and bark at an animal ten times his size but when something as simple as a storm came, he would run scared, frightened of the thunder claps, hence his name. Millie had owned him for almost four years and he was her little world.

  “Come on boy,” Brynn said to him as she walked down the sidewalk. “Maybe you can scare Versace for me.” She laughed as she said it.