My Brother's Five Friends

by B. B. Hamel

  I pressed myself deep inside her, pinning her hands above her head and kissing her lips. She moaned, loving it, so I teased her nipple with my tongue and bit it softly. That made her moan again as I fucked her, sliding in and out of her soaking pussy .

  I released her hands and she grabbed on to the headboard bars. I cradled her head toward me, fucking her in deep, rough thrusts. I could feel the sweat beginning to drip down our bodies as we worked together, her hips rolling against mine as I thrust deep inside her, fucking her deep .

  I kissed her and then bit her lip, fucking her harder. She groaned, tipping her head back. I released her and then took her hair, pulling it slightly and grabbing her hip with my other hand .

  “Fuck, I’m so close,” she gasped. “So fucking close. Please, Trip. Fuck me .”

  “I’m your fucking king now,” I whispered to her. “I’m your fucking king, and you’re going to come for the king .”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Trip. Come inside me. I want to feel it inside me .”

  That set my fucking blood on fire. I fucked her harder, my thrusts getting more insistent. I wanted to fill her pussy with my hot cum, wanted to fuck her deep and fill her up with it. I wanted to put a fucking heir in her belly .

  She began to come, slowly at first, then faster, her body twitching, her back arched. She said my name again and again, and I groaned, unable to hold myself back .

  I came deep inside her. “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh fuck yes. Come inside me .”

  I came heavy, my mind a blank of pleasure as I continued to fuck her, our orgasms rolling through our bodies. My mind was like a pinpoint, laser-focused on her body as I came deep inside her .

  Slowly we finished. I pulled back and laughed .

  “What?” she asked .

  “My shoulder is bleeding again .”

  She looked at me, concerned. “Are you okay ?”

  “Fine,” I said. “I’ll get a medic to stitch me up.” I kissed her softly on the mouth and then checked her thigh. She was just fine .

  I collapsed onto the bed next to her .

  “I love you, Trip,” she said .

  “I love you too,” I answered. “And now that we’re working on an heir, we’re going to have to make this official .”

  She blinked at me. “Are you serious ?”

  “I’m very serious. I want to make you mine, and I’m going to .”

  She bit her lip and looked away. “Show me the ring; then we’ll talk .”

  I laughed and kissed her neck. “Okay, my fucking sexy queen .”

  “Queen.” She shook her head. “That’s insane .”

  “You’ll get used to it .”

  I kissed her softly again, and I meant it. One day, she’d be my queen and all of this would feel normal .

  We had a long road ahead of us, but the war was going to end now that I’d decided to commit some serious forces to crushing them. And she was going to need to learn Starklandian .

  Plus, the people weren’t going to like a foreigner as their queen .

  But I wasn’t worried about any of it. The only thing I needed was next to me in this bed. Bryce was going to be my queen, and she was going to give me little princes and princesses .

  The royal line wouldn’t end with me. While I couldn’t say that mattered so much to me, it did matter that Bryce was the one who was continuing it with me. Without her, all of this would seem less important .

  I had what I needed and didn’t even realize it .

  I had Bryce to make me whole again .

  37

  Bryce

  Two Years Later

  “C ome on, Leo,” I said in a singsong voice. “We’re going to see daddy .”

  He cooed up at me and I laughed .

  “I know. He’s been busy lately. But it’s not exactly easy setting up elections in a country like Starkland. You’ll see one day .”

  I walked down the castle hallway, and for the thousandth time I got this incredibly surreal feeling. I couldn’t believe that this was my home now, that this baby was my baby, and that these clothes were mine .

  I was dressed in a long gown, fit for a queen .

  Since I was a queen now, of course .

  Queen of Starkland, plus a bunch of other titles that I was pretty sure were made up but sounded pretty good. Mostly I was just Bryce, and the king was just Trip. That was good enough for us. I tried to insist on that to my guards and my assistants, but they refused. Something about tradition .

  At least I was learning Starklandian. I wasn’t fluent yet, but I was pretty good. I could hold conversations and answer questions and such, but as soon as someone started speaking quickly or had a strange accent, I was totally lost .

  But I was working on that, like I was working on a thousand things. Being a foreign queen in a country like Starkland wasn’t easy, and people had been pretty upset when Trip announced the marriage .

  But they got over it when he crushed the rebels. It took him three months, and that was it. With the intelligence gathered from his victory over Corvin, they managed to find out their main supply bases and identify their leadership, and in three short months Trip sent all of his forces to annihilate them .

  He didn’t underestimate them, not like his brother had. And unlike his brother, he won .

  Defeating the rebels made him all that much more popular. In the days following our marriage and my coronation, which was lavish and incredible, the pro-monarchy feeling in Starkland was at an all-time high .

  And so it came as a shock when Trip announced his Freedom Reforms .

  I came to the end of the hall and turned right. I was pretty good at navigating the castle, though nobody knew it quite like Trip did. I finally found his office and opened the door .

  He looked up from his desk. My heart skipped a beat .

  “There they are,” he said, “my two favorite people in the world .”

  I walked over to him and kissed him. “Your Majesty .”

  “Your Highness,” he said back, laughing .

  I handed him Leo. “How’s it going ?”

  “Oh fine,” he said. “Who knew that bringing a little democracy to this country was going to be so much work ?”

  I shrugged and sat down in the chair next to his desk. “You have to write the rules, dear .”

  “The ministers should do it .”

  “They are. You’re just approving them. And then the elections can happen .”

  “But I don’t lose my job .”

  “No,” I agreed, “but your powers will be severely limited .”

  “Like that damn English queen .”

  “Not that bad,” I said, smiling .

  “Please, don’t let us ever get corgis and wear stupid hats .”

  “I promise .”

  He bounced little Leo in his arms, smiling. We’d wanted to get pregnant right away, but so much was happening in the country that we decided to wait. Plus, I needed to learn how to be a queen before I could learn to be a mother .

  Leo was like a gift from the heavens, though, and he filled my days with so much joy that I couldn’t even begin to explain it. He was everything we needed, and more .

  And when he got overwhelming, Lucy and my father stepped in. They came to live in the castle with us, mostly because I insisted on it, despite Lucy being even more obnoxious than usual. Trip gave in to me eventually, though he did put up a stronger fight than usual. But when it came to Trip, I could reliably get what I wanted .

  He rubbed his eyes, looking tired, and then handed me Leo back. “One year,” he said .

  “One year,” I agreed .

  “Then elections will happen, and Starkland will no longer be a true monarchy .”

  “How do you feel about being the King who brought democracy to his people ?”

  “I feel okay about it,” he admitted. “Damn good about it, actually .”

  “Good.” I stood up. “Come find me in the royal chambers tonight .”<
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  He grinned. “Is Lucy taking Leo ?”

  “She is .”

  “Good. I know where to find you .”

  I kissed him again, and then I left. I had a meeting to attend soon, and I needed to get Leo down for his nap .

  This was my life now. I took care of my baby and I helped to run a country that was transitioning to democracy. I couldn’t have felt more proud about that, and I knew I was doing something good and worthwhile with my life .

  Plus, Trip made everything easy. The way he smiled, the way he kissed me, the way he fucked me, it all still felt fresh and new and exciting. There was nothing routine or rote about our relationship .

  We may have been king and queen, but we weren’t stuffy .

  We were just in love. I would give anything for Trip, and I already had. And I knew Trip would sacrifice anything for me .

  We’d build this country into the greatest country possible. We’d do it together, because we were a team .

  I needed him, and he needed me .

  That was all I could ever ask for or need .

  Step Bride: A Stepbrother Romance

  Prologue

  I went to college to get away from drama .

  But in Vegas, with my mom’s new crazy antics swirling in my mind, I was ready for a little trouble. I must have lost my mind .

  Because when I saw him, I knew what sort of trouble I was about to get into .

  Cocky and muscular, wearing an expensive suit, he swept right into my life like a hurricane. In the back of his limo, right before making the dumbest decision of my life, I felt his breath hot against my neck .

  I want to see you wearing only diamonds, he whispered .

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Did that line work on other girls ?

  It’s not a line. I want to taste that soaking pussy while you’re wearing millions .

  Sex and money. Was that all he thought about ?

  Sex, money, and violence, girl. Get used to it .

  His fingers roamed down along my body, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I gasped when his lips found my throat, his rough hands along my thighs. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was the excitement of all the wealth, but I couldn’t help myself .

  Truthfully, it was just him. His cocky smile, his body, his lips .

  I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to explore me .

  He pressed my legs open, almost roughly, his hands suddenly on my soaking pussy .

  I knew you were begging for it, he whispered in my ear .

  His fingers did things I’d never, ever forget. My hands pressed against the glass of the limo, sweat rolling down my back, I bit my lip and stared into his eyes .

  Good, girl. Watch while I get you off. I want to see your pretty face say my name .

  He had me. In that moment, he had me completely .

  “Lucas,” I said, over and over .

  His wicked grin. So violent. So damn sexy .

  I’d never forget that smile, even when it started to mean something completely different .

  1

  Natalie

  I never wanted to be famous .

  But when your mother inherits a fortune, loses it over the course of a few years, and then goes on a string of awful reality TV shows, it’s hard to avoid the cameras, at least to some degree .

  Truthfully, I’m not famous, not really. My mother, on the other hand, is a minor celebrity and appears in gossip rags pretty regularly. Headlines like “Socialite Mother Snorts Coke for Days” or “Camille Taylor Seen Stripping for Cash” were not unusual. Sure, most of it was bull, but still, it was not exactly healthy trying to grow up a normal teenager when your mom was out running around all the time .

  Which was why I got out of her house as soon as humanly possible. I got accepted into the University of Texas, packed my bags, and tried to pretend like I had never lived in Chicago and had never heard of Camille Taylor .

  The thing about the past, though, is you can never escape it. Especially when it’s your mom .

  “Don’t let it ruin your trip,” Pacey said .

  “I’m not,” I grumbled, tossing the magazine across the room .

  “Come on, look outside.” She walked over to the window and opened the curtains. “We’re in freaking Vegas !”

  I sighed, nodding. The school year had just ended, and Pacey and I had decided we were going to treat ourselves for getting through another brutal semester .

  Really, neither of us wanted to go home. Pacey didn’t get along well with her dad, and I intensely disliked my mother. So instead of heading right back to another rough summer of being trapped in our respective parental homes, we’d decided on a few days of debauchery .

  Although debauchery wasn’t really my thing. I never thought I’d end up in Vegas, let alone dressed up in one of the sexiest dresses I owned. The plan was to hit the strip, maybe go to a casino and see where the night took us .

  Instead, I had to be an idiot and buy a gossip rag. I knew I might find something about my mother in there, and I knew that might ruin my good mood, but I did it anyway .

  And of course, there she was: Camilla Taylor, big-time socialite, laughingstock of the world .

  I was so embarrassed that I could die .

  “Don’t let your asshole mother ruin this,” Pacey said again .

  “Okay, okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it .”

  “Hell yeah!” Pacey poured us both another shot, and we knocked them back. I made a face, shaking my head .

  I was nothing like my mother. Where she loved to party, I preferred quiet nights. Where her whole job was acting like an idiot on television, I hoped to be a lawyer one day. I liked stability and normal, serious things, whereas she was only interested in frivolous parties, cute clothes, and rich boys .

  I followed Pacey out into the hallway and down the elevator, giggling as we went. I had never been to Vegas before, and it was totally not normally my thing. The flashing lights, the seedy underbelly, it all was another world. I thought of myself as a serious student trying to get out from under an embarrassing mother. Getting caught doing something stupid in Vegas was the last thing I needed .

  But I worked hard and I deserved a little fun. Or at least that was what Pacey said. Without her, I would have probably ended up right at home as soon as the semester had ended, hiding up in my room .

  Instead, Vegas. We moved through the streets, gaping at the hotels, at the action. It was amazing, and I had to admit that I was already beginning to forget all about my mom .

  “Come on,” Pacey said, grabbing my arm. “Let’s gamble our meager savings away .”

  I laughed. “Maybe not all of it, okay ?”

  “Nope. Every penny. I’m putting it all on black .”

  “I am not bailing you out, Pacey .”

  “Good! I’ll become a lady of the night .”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “You don’t have the tits for that .”

  She frowned, looking down at her chest. “They may be small, but they’re proud .”

  “True. You have very proud boobs .”

  We laughed as we stumbled into a casino. Pacey led the way, taking us over toward the blackjack table .

  “Now,” she said softly, “we have to act like we belong, okay? Try and be serious .”

  I nodded. “Serious. Got it .”

  We bought some chips and then sat down at the table. Pacey seemed to know what she was doing, and I was mostly watching. She was the image of a serious player, keeping a straight face and nodding respectfully to the other players .

  And as soon as she won her first hand, she started screaming with joy .

  “Hell yeah!” she whooped. “Getting rich tonight, baby !”

  An older man at the end of the table gave her a dirty look. She flipped him off .

  “So much for being serious,” I said to her, laughing .

  She shrugged. “We’re here to have fun, remember ?”

  I watched her
gamble like that for the next hour or so. I didn’t bother putting any money down since Pacey was doing enough for the both of us. She was up and she was down, and by the end of the second hour, she was back to being about even .

  Finally, Pacey walked away from her third different poker table. “Let’s get out of here,” she said .

  “Tired of losing money ?”

  She shook her head. “Never tired of that. No, I just want to dance .”

  “That’s the most cliché girl thing ever. You just want to dance ?”

  “Ugh, girl, listen. I just want to dance. That’s all .”

  I laughed as she began to shake her ass. “Okay, stop it. People are staring .”

  “Come on, we’re supposed to be loosening up, right? Twerk with me girl .”

  I laughed and shook my head, backing up. She did have a point, though. We were supposed to be having fun, loosening up. We were supposed to be forgetting about all our troubles. So why couldn’t I relax like Pacey could ?

  Eventually she stopped twerking and we were off, trying to find a club. It didn’t take long, considering Vegas is literally covered by them. We got lucky and the bouncer thought Pacey was hot, so he let us skip the line and head right in .

  The place was booming. People in expensive clothes were all over the place .

  “Looks like we chose wisely,” Pacey said .

  “I feel underdressed .”

  “You look hot as shit. Come on .”

  We went to the bar and ordered drinks .

  “You almost ready to loosen up?” she yelled over the music .

  “Fine, okay? Fine!” Our drinks appeared and Pacey held hers up .

  “To having a good time .”

  “And to forgetting about my insane mother .”

  “Cheers to that.” We clinked glasses and I drank .