Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance

by Scott, Michaela

  For him, that means using his money and fame to help him get into the business world, and it also means thinking about starting a family. I’m so busy launching the site right now that I can’t even think about kids, but standing on the beach with Travis, looking at the gorgeous, confident man that he’s become…well, let’s just say I think that might be changing pretty soon.

  Because we wanted to have the wedding on a very specific stretch of Hawaiian beach, we decided to keep the crowd small, and stick to the people that really know is. There are plenty of cameras here, but no paparazzi in sight. We’re still famous, but they’ve started to leave us alone recently. I think they’re starting to figure out that there’s nothing lurid about a perfectly happy couple.

  Dad’s here, sitting right in the front row. After he divorced Nina, he went right back to his old self. He even moved back to Pasadena…albeit in a much, much bigger house. And as for Nina…she’s not here, but she’s doing better. Watching her son risk his fame for love did something to her, made her reevaluate her own priorities. She hasn’t been in the public eye very much recently, and every time I’ve seen her, she’s been getting nicer and nicer. I think she’s working on herself, and if she keeps it up, maybe she’ll make a good grandmother one day.

  I don’t exactly remember our first wedding, but our second one is pretty much perfect. As soon as Joe pronounces us husband and wife, he walks over to his trusty fireworks and starts to launch them in the sky above us. Only this time, they’re not just red, they’re a rainbow of colors: yellow like the champagne on the night we got married, orange like the Hawaiian sun, and blue like Travis’ eyes…

  With the wedding over, and the fireworks show starting, Travis and I wave goodbye to the guests and take a walk down the beach. We’ll be back for the reception, but first, there’s something that we need to do.

  The memories come flooding back as we walk down the beach, fireworks exploding above us. We walk, and walk, and walk, until finally, we start to see the lights of Royal Shores shining in the distance. After all, what’s a wedding without a honeymoon?

  Kayla’s waiting for us at the front gates, with a huge smile on her face. This time, she knows exactly who we are. “Welcome back to Royal Shores! Ready to check in?”

  Yeah, I think we’re ready. I think we’re finally ready.

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  Chapter 2: Emma

  This is the part where I wake up, right? Where I sit up in bed, roll my eyes at how repressed I am, and hop into the shower to try and clean the sweat of a sex dream off my body?

  I mean, this can’t be real. The sweaty, inked up mountain of muscle currently pulling me into the nearest locker room to fuck makes the Greek gods look like couch potatoes. I’m probably in bed right now, tossing and turning and sleep-humping my pillow.

  Ow! I stub my toe on a folding chair carelessly placed in the middle of the aisle and send it clattering to the floor as I wince in pain. So much for this being a dream.

  Beast looks back, his perfect lips curled into a smirk. “Are you alright back there?”

  “Yep!” I say, my voice hitting some ridiculously high octave as I start to turn pink.

  Yep!? What am I, a cartoon duck?

  “Alright, if you say so. Let me know if you need me to carry you.”

  “I’m good, thanks.”

  So this is actually happening. I really did just offer myself to an MMA fighter after exchanging only a few words with him, most of which were about his cock. Gina would be so proud.

  As we get closer to the locker room, posters line the walls. Guys with names like Barracuda, Tank, and Painquake glare at me and flex their muscles as I pass. Underneath each fighter are the words “California Kings Underground MMA.” Finally, right at the locker room door, there’s a poster for Beast: hands behind his head, flexing his ridiculous biceps, and giving the camera an obnoxiously cocky smile. Something tells me that this guy’s more full of himself than a snake eating its own tail, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering how it would feel to be full of him.

  Suddenly, Beast stops outside the locker room door, causing me to practically slam into him.

  “Whoa, slow down, babe. Wait until we’re in private.” He grins at me like a cat with a mouse trapped under its paw and opens the locker room door for me.

  If this didn’t feel real before, the smell of sweat and body spray drenching the locker room makes it feel 100% real as I step inside. I take a few steps into the room as fantasies flood my mind. What’s he going to do to me? Slam me up against those lockers on the left wall and fuck me standing up? Make me get down on all fours and stick my ass in the air for him?

  He’s probably done this a hundred times: takes the nearest girl back here and fucks her stupid. Makes her scream his name. I hope he doesn’t mind that I’m not the type of girl who normally finds herself in this situation.

  I look behind me and see Beast leaning against the back wall, arms folded up against his washboard abs, with a bulge that looks like it’s about to disintegrate his tiny little black shorts if he makes one wrong move. His eyes feel their way up my curves, sizing up his catch.

  So…uh…what happens now? Why isn’t he coming over here and fucking me? Is there something I need to do?

  I try and put myself in the mindset of an underground MMA groupie, with limited success. Eventually, I put my hands on the bench in the middle of the room, stick my ass out for Beast, and say, “Ready when you are.”

  Almost immediately, I feel Beast’s body pushing up against me, thick, muscular, and heaving with his breaths. Then, his hands seize my body and he spins me around like I weigh less than a feather.

  “What’s your name?” he asks, lifting my face up so I’m looking straight into his blazing green eyes.

  “It’s Emma.”

  “Have you ever fucked an MMA fighter before, Emma?”

  My teeth come down hard on my lower lip as I shake my head no. I feel his body shudder with laughter, and the heat between my legs starts to throb.

  “Then you’re in for a treat. I know how to use every inch of my body to get what I want, and what I want is to fuck that curvy little body of yours until you scream.”

  God, he’s so arrogant. I bet he checks out his naked body in the mirror for thirty minutes every morning. But who cares? I’m not here because I like this guy, I’m here because my inner Gina came out and decided that brain-melting casual sex in a locker room was what I wanted to do tonight. So let’s do it.

  I try to turn around again, but Beast doesn’t let me. Instead, he moves his mouth onto mine and claims it with his tongue.

  Holy crap, he’s a good kisser. In less than a minute’s time, I’m running my fingers through his stupid perfect hair and moaning into his mouth like I’m in a porno. Then, he puts his hands on my body, and I can’t believe how strong he is. He could toss me around like it was nothing if he wanted to, but he’s way too greedy for that. He wants me right here in front of him, so he can claim my breasts and cup my ass with his massive, tattooed fighter’s hands.

  And I want him to. I want him to peel off those little black shorts, strip me down to nothing, and ravage my naked body. What the hell has gotten into me?

  Any second thoughts I might have about any of this go out right out the window as soon as Beast’s hands grasp the bottom of my dress and start pulling it up above my hips. Before I know it, my dress is on top of the lockers along the left wall, and I’m pressing up against Beast in nothing but my bra and panties.

  My whole face starts to flush as Beast squeezes me tight against him. Then, his hands invade the back of my panties, claiming my ass like
it’s his new favorite toy as he presses his king-sized bulge into my bellybutton and kisses my hard, swollen nipple through my bra.

  Nobody’s ever made me feel this way before, especially not my first and only ex-boyfriend. He could barely handle a clarinet, much less a female body. The impossibly sexy MMA-fighting brute currently peeling my panties off is everything he isn’t, and it shocks me how my body responds to his touch. I bet if he wanted to take me back to his place and have his way with me all night…I’d let him.

  Beast gets down onto his knees to pull my panties the rest of the way off, and I have to fight the urge not to lean forward and press my sex against his face while he does it. Once I’m totally bottomless, he grabs my thighs, spreads them apart a little, and admires me. God, if he starts licking me down there, I literally might die.

  But Beast has other plans, for now at least. Pulling my legs apart, he guides them down into a sitting position so that I’m spread wide open on the bench. As he gets up, I can’t help myself: I reach out and touch the bulge in the front of his shorts.

  Oh God, it’s huge! He’s so thick beneath my hand that it doesn’t even feel real.

  I gasp as Beast grabs my wrist and presses my hand harder against his cock. “Bigger than you’re used to?”

  I think we both know the answer to that. Beast runs my hand up his length with a ridiculously cocky expression on his face, and I subconsciously spread my legs wider.

  “Just wait until you feel it inside you.”

  With that, Beast lets my hand go, leaving me burning on the bench while he goes over to his locker, pulls out a foil packet, and rips it open in one smooth motion. Then, holding the packet in his hand, he walks slowly over to me, until I’m at eye level with his crotch.

  “Ready when you are.” He smirks, and looks down at his shorts, thrusting his hips forward in my direction. Heart beating and hands shaking, I reach out towards this shorts, curling my fingers into his waistband and taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

  “Beast!”

  The announcer with the blood red mohawk is standing in the locker room doorway, and I practically die of embarrassment. “Oh shit. Sorry, man.”

  “Didn’t you see me take her in here?” Beast snarls.

  The announcer puts his hands up and shakes his head. “I was helping Chainsaw’s guys get him to the hospital. You broke his fucking arm, you know.”

  I don’t know what’s worse: the announcer seeing me almost naked, or the announcer seeing me this turned on. My breath is still heaving like Beast’s, and my nipples are clearly visible through my bra. As the two guys talk, I pull on my panties and sprint over to my dress, pulling it down from the lockers. Beast looks over at me and growls as I pull it over my head, but I do it anyway. The normal, responsible me is starting to wake up again, and she’s wondering how the hell I ever let it get to this point.

  “Anyway,” the announcer shifts from foot to foot, “I just wanted to let you know that I heard a couple of the organizers talking, and they were saying that if you win your next match, you’ve got a pretty good shot of making it into the tournament.”

  Beast doesn’t look happy. “You could have waited to tell me that until after I was done.”

  “Sorry, man.”

  I have a choice, and I need to make it now. I could either take this chance to get out, back to normalcy, or I could stay until the announcer leaves, take my dress back off…and let Beast fuck me all night.

  As bad as I want Beast’s cock inside me, Responsible Emma is officially back at the wheel. And Responsible Emma prefers to spend as little time around illegal MMA fighting rings as possible.

  “Um…” Beast and the announcer both turn to look at me. “I should probably get going. Congratulations…on the win…”

  The words awkwardly tumble out of me, and then I practically sprint for the locker room entrance.

  “Wait!” Beast lunges after me, but it’s too late. By the time he reaches the entrance, I’m almost back out at the arena.

  “Fuck!” I hear him yell, “You see what you did?”

  I’m not sure if I should thank the announcer or curse him. I do know I’m absolutely aching for Beast’s cock, but I’m no longer ignoring the rational part of my brain to get it. I shuffle through the arena, trying not to make too much of a scene. Unfortunately, I can’t help but turn a few heads on my way out, but with no sign of the skinny guy with the iron grip, I make it to the door unharmed and find myself back in the maze of hallways behind Sinners.

  After a few left turns, I round a corner and almost slam right into Gina. “Oh, thank God. Where the hell were you? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

  I look over my shoulder, half expecting to see Beast there, come to drag me back into that locker room and finish what he started. When he’s not there, part of me’s relieved, and part of me’s disappointed. “Let’s just get out of here. I’ll explain on the way home.”

  ***

  “An underground MMA arena? In the back of Sinners?”

  “It’s true, I swear!”

  “And this Beast guy…he’s perfect and insanely hot but you left before he could fuck you and you didn’t even give him your number. Are you sure you’re not just making this up?”

  “I’d show you if I ever wanted to go back there, which I don’t.”

  “We could turn the cab around. That’s what I’d do if I had an MMA sex god who wanted to fuck my brains out.”

  The cab driver turns to look at us. “She’s right. I can turn the cab around.”

  I shake my head. “No way. It happened, it’s over, and I’m going to move on with my life. Just because it was hot doesn’t mean it was the right thing to do. There’ll be plenty of cute boys at Berkley who don’t take part in illegal fighting rings.”

  Gina shakes her head. “Alright, but I’m hot for Beast just from how you described him. I can’t imagine how it would feel to actually walk away from him.””

  Tell me about it. I’m still throbbing, like something inside me is knocking on my walls, trying to get me to go back. The thing is, even if I did ignore the hundreds of good reasons why going back is a horrible idea, who’s to say that Beast is even still there? He’s probably long gone by now, back to whatever jungle he came from, and all I can do is forget about him and move on with my life.

  After all, I have a whole summer ahead of me.

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  About The Author

  Michaela Scott has a thing for alpha males, billionaires, and bad boys with good hearts. It’s no wonder her female characters are always getting involved with them. When she’s not writing about messy, passionate, unlikely romances, she’s at home, spending time with her own personal alpha male and trying not to use him as inspiration.