“You’re my…my uncle?” I asked, astonished.
“None other than,” Uncle Hensley chuckled. “Years of bodyguarding your parents and working in special operations made me rather adept at tracking from the shadows…but I made a number of enemies, and I was afraid that they would strike at you if they knew the connection. So, I kept my distance. But most of them are incarcerated or dead now, and as they fell off the radar I became more accessible to your family.”
“To our family,” Saffron corrected.
“Quite so,” he agreed. “Anyway. We can all catch up tomorrow, after your parents have returned. I’m sure it’ll be a delightful little chat. Enjoy your last night together, and just remember…I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”
Hensley dropped into the driver’s seat, tugging the car closed. With a faint wave and a smile, he pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the road and into the night. We watched him drive off, before I grabbed Saffron by the wrist and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss.
“Sawyer…” She murmured as we broke apart afterwards.
“I’m not done with you,” I smiled cockily at her. Saffron’s eyes widened and she gave me the sexiest little smirk at her disposal. Hot fucking damn was she goddamn beautiful. “We have some unfinished business to take care off, “ I reminded her, unlocking the door to the Beach House, “and all night long to do it…”
SAFFRON
Chapter 25
PENSACOLA
PRESENT DAY
That night was the most incredible night of my life. Luke took me across the Beach House, out to the back patio. Under the stars, in full view of the ocean, we fucked for hours – stopping only for water, for me to blow his cock, or for him to hold me down and bury his tongue inside me.
We were insatiable. It was like we were teenagers again; our incredible sex drives that just drove us onward, claiming each other completely again and again. With every kiss, every thrust, every lick of each other’s bodies, we simply needed more.
And we paid each other in full.
The following morning, Sawyer greeted me with his face between my thighs. My fingers were grasping into his hair before my eyes opened, and I came against his tongue under the blankets. This time, nobody banged on the door, threatening to whisk my lover away forever.
A short while later, I wiped my lips clean – with the fresh taste of his thick cock on my breath. We cooked breakfast together, barely able to keep our hands off of each other.
We were absolutely giddy with joy.
Unfortunately, Sawyer had something to do, and he insisted that he go alone. Afraid of losing him again, he reassured me with his thumb against my chin, his fingers stroking the underside of my jaw. After a long goodbye kiss, I watched him disappear into the city on the back of that motorcycle he loved so much.
A few hours later, he returned – he had apparently gone to get his bite checked out, and was waiting on the tests to come back. In the meantime, he decided to have some words with Luke, the owner of the cage-fighting venue. I’d halfway expected blood on his knuckles, as furious as he looked, but I calmed him down with my hands on the counter and my ass poked out – bare and ready for him. He took me up on my offer, and we had one last, loving fuck before the appointed time approached.
After a long, hot shower together, we were ready for the rest of the evening. Hensley arrived shortly after with Chet and my mother. They quickly embraced both of us and looked Sawyer over, making sure that he hadn’t broken any bones or sustained any irreversible injuries – Mom even remarked that he positively “glowed,” which elicited a private, knowing smile between Sawyer and me.
As Hensley had told us, they weren’t angry – only concerned for our wellbeing. I was afraid that they were going to lash out at Sawyer for getting himself arrested during his time watching over me, but they didn’t reveal the slightest hint that this was the case.
We sat down with a round of tea in the Beach House den.
“It’s about time we came clean,” Chet told us, but his eyes were focused on my stepbrother. I turned to Sawyer, confused, but his undivided attention was on our father, and he nodded.
“Saffron,” our father explained, “we know about the two of you.”
“I…what? Wh-what do you mean?” I stuttered, but Sawyer took my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. My face turned to him, and he gave me a knowing, smiling look.
Chet proceeded to explain everything. The conversation they’d had over the phone in the storm, a few days after he had left us. My mother nodded along, indicating her inclusion.
“You mean, all of you knew?”
Sawyer matched my confusion now.
“It was your father’s idea,” Mom explained with a cheerful grin. “It’s not your fault we decided to get married. I’ve seen what love looks like…”
She squeezed Chet’s hand.
“It can’t be like this… If anyone finds out, the tabloids will be all over this,” Sawyer began, shaking his head.
“And they will say what, exactly? Two people of no blood relation fall in love? Sawyer, nobody is going to care,” Chet replied. “Besides, your mother and I...”
“We just got divorced!” mom said, smiling.
“Technically,” Chet continued, “but I’ve always wanted a mistress…”
Mom laughed, holding Chet’s hand even tighter.
Chet took over the story. “I’m sorry for the little falsehoods. I just couldn’t let you live like this, son. I know how long this has been tearing you apart. We needed a reason to put you two back together, so, we fabricated the whole thing…”
“There’s no death threats?” Sawyer asked, looking betrayed.
“You set all of this up?” I gasped.
“We figured that we’d give you both a chance together, independent of us. After all, we knew how much Sawyer loved you…enough that he had to leave home for years. And don’t think I never snuck a peek at your diary…”
“MOM!”
I turned to Sawyer again, watching his reaction. He was processing everything, just like I was, but it was all piecing together in his head. He turned to me, and I realized just how much our parents had played us.
“With the Beach House to yourselves,” Chet continued, “you’d either kill each other, or you’d work past everything…”
“…And make it work, together,” Mom finished.
“What if it didn’t work?” I needed to know. “Sawyer and I…we didn’t exactly have the best relationship growing up, and he’d been gone so long. I was filled with bitterness just at seeing him, let alone spending an entire summer with him…”
He looked morose for a moment, but I rubbed my hand along his arm. “But I don’t anymore. Of course not. I understand now.”
My attention turned back to my parents. “What if it just made me hate him? Hate you?”
“That sounds like another solution to the problem,” Chet replied, grinning ear to ear.
Mom looked at Sawyer. “When your father told me how much you loved my daughter, it affected me. It took me a little while to come around, I’ll admit, but I put it all together eventually…the way that he’d look at you sometimes, the way that he acted…it all made sense. It wasn’t right, antagonizing her like that,” she continued, glaring at him for a brief moment, “…but I understood. Chet never stopped believing in you, sweetie, and I trusted him. I trusted you.”
Sawyer was speechless.
Sawyer rubbed his temples. “I don’t…this is so much to take in, I just wanted to make my own way…” he thought aloud.
“You did make your own way, and I’m very proud of you for it. You’re tough. Resourceful. A damned force to be reckoned with. When I’m ready to pass down my company, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather put at the helm...”
“But… What about the assault case?”
Chet stood up, beaming down upon his boy. “Everything’s fine now. Peter Pascall dropped all charges a few hours ag
o. Everybody has a price. Turns out, Peter’s is rather small. I’m fine paying it, so long as you’re done with this sort of thing.”
“Don’t worry, Dad,” Sawyer shook his head. He turned toward me, looking into my eyes. “I think Sawyer ‘Bonesaw’ Samuels has seen his last bout in the cage…I have every intention to retire.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Chet agreed. “Besides, I’ll need you operating at 100% if you want to take over the Florida division of our family enterprise.”
“The Florida division?” Sawyer said quietly.
“Well how else are you going to pay me back, son? You’ll need a job,” Chet said, smiling wide.
“I don’t know what to say,” Sawyer replied, still looking at me.
“Don’t say anything. I’ll give you a few days to think it over. You can have the beach house, and you’ll have some of the best managers in the world to help bring you up to speed. It’s a fast paced business, but I see you have some of the old family killer instinct running through those veins.”
With everything cleared up and my parents onboard with the change in our relationship, we all went out for an amazing dinner on the boardwalk. Sawyer and I were absolutely famished, and we scarfed down our picks from a delicious array of seafood: pan-seared scallops with jalapeno vinaigrette, creamy baked Dijon salmon, filet mignon medallions with crabmeat hollandaise, and much more.
After dinner, we walked ahead along the boardwalk as my parents hung back with Hensley, wandering along behind.
“I can’t believe you never told me how you felt,” I chided Sawyer as I held his arm in mine. “All those years…”
“I think I like how things worked out,” he replied. “I was younger then. Stupid. I took the weight of my life onto my shoulders because I couldn’t bear the thought of not having you.”
“But you ran away,” I told him. “I was sorting out my feelings…I might have–”
“We were eighteen... Are you certain – not a shadow of a doubt – that you would have been receptive? We lived together, Saffron. If you didn’t agree to it, we would have been trapped in that house, circling each other at arm’s distance. You’re positive you would have gone along with it, right under our parents’ noses?”
“I…” What he said made sense. “…I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. I might have been too young – too naïve to deal with it.”
“I think we both were,” he nodded. “But it’s all in the past. Now we just have each other, forever. And no matter what…I’ll always be there for you. I’m not running away anymore, Saffron…and I’ll never, ever leave your side again.”
My arms found their new favorite spot, wrapped around the back of his neck. Standing up on my toes, I planted a deep, fulfilling kiss against Sawyer’s lips. I didn’t care that the others could probably see us, with the moon out above…and while the Pensacola waves lapped against the wood beneath us, I realized something incredible.
I believed him.
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STEPBROTHER FIXATION
Renowned bestselling author Kat Jackson is back with another full-length steamy romance novel!
Madison
I can’t be doing this… Not now… Not with him.
Preston Harvey is a wealthy asshole. He’s the living symbol of everything I hate in this world. I wouldn’t sleep with him if he were the last person on Earth.
Except… I just did.
I have a sickness… A fixation.
Preston
We are so fucked.
Our parents are engaged for Christ’s sake. Somebody is going to find out we’re doing this and there will be hell to pay...
When I gave Madison a job as my personal assistant, this was not the position I had in mind for my soon-to-be-step…
And now I can’t stop. I can’t ever stop…
I want this… And a billionaire always gets what he wants.
Copyright © 2015 by Kat Jackson
This book is a work of fiction, any names, places, and situations portrayed within are products of the author’s imagination.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to my husband and my wonderful children for being so patient with me as I pursue my writing dreams. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you all.
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And finally I want to thank you, dear reader. It is your graciousness that allows me the opportunity to press these words onto paper. I could never live my dreams without you.
PRESTON
“I can’t do this,” I told her. “I can’t pretend like last night never happened. I need you, Madison, and not in the way that a brother needs his stepsister.”
I began lifting up the hem, revealing the creamy white tops of her thighs inch by inch until finally, I caught a glimpse of her underwear. I pulled my cock out and nestled it against her crotch. I felt my balls seize and I snarled in her ear. “I could blow my load right here, Maddy. I could soak these panties before dinner, and your mother and my father wouldn’t know a thing. You’d spend the whole night with my cum staining your panties... That’s what you do to me. You make me want to do the nastiest fucking things to you.”
Maddy shivered and looked up at me with hooded eyes. “Preston… Jesus, we can’t. What we did last night was wrong. I wanted it… We wanted it… But you know it can’t happen again.”
I pulled her panties open, letting the tip of my dick violate the space between them and her sweet, soaking wet lips. I thrust, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so near to her, of feeling my bulging head slip around in her honeyed nectar. “It has to,” I whispered. “Every time I look at you, all I want to do is get inside you again.”
I was so close. But Madison gently, yet firmly took me by the wrist. I could see lust in her eyes, but there was something else too. Maybe it was self-restraint…
“We can’t,” she repeated, and this time there was no “maybe” in her tone. I withdrew and she let her fingers brush mine. “I’m sorry, Preston, but think of what could happen if we got caught…”
I nodded. As frustrated as I was, she made sense. But dammit, I didn’t want her to make sense! All I wanted was to throw caution to the wind and bury myself in my darling little stepsister.
She fixed her skir
t and helped tuck my cock back inside my pants, her hand lingering on its straining girth longer than she needed to.
“Let’s hope there’s wine tonight,” I said as her fingertips left me, her graceful body moving around the car and sliding into the passenger seat.
“I think I’m going to need it,” Maddy replied, trying to avoid my gaze as I sat down beside her. We didn’t say another word as her hand found its way to my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze.
A drink was definitely going to be required. Maybe a little buzz would help me forget, but as we drove, all I could do was try to ignore the heat radiating from her fingertips. My mind drifted, traveling back to the day she ran into me on the street with those big beautiful tears in her eyes… So perfect… So broken…
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