From Stepbrother to Daddy (Stepbrothers Behaving Badly Book 1)

by Ted Evans

  Keep telling yourself that.

  “I could help you,” he said as he grabbed my hand. I thought about just moving to the front door and knocking on it, like I should have done.

  But by then it was too late. Tom had been drinking and like the true ass that he was, he pulled me closer to him.

  “Can you feel that Adele? It’s ready for you.”

  Then out of nowhere, Liam appeared by my side, “Get your fucking hands off her now!”

  “Shit, you can have her.”

  He pushed me away as if I were a piece of trash. I was too busy trying to catch my breath. I knew what Tom had on his mind. He had a reputation and although no girl had ever reported him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he would do something to me against my will.

  “You touch her again and I’ll…”

  “What?”

  Tom must have regretted asking the question, because before Tom could even ask another question, he was greeted with Liam’s fist.

  As he tried to stand up, Liam grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t you ever do that. Don’t you know who I live next to?”

  I nodded, but I was unable to speak. He dragged me to his house, and as soon as he shut the door, I expected him to lecture me. Tell me that I was out of line. Instead he simply said, “Take your bra off!”

  “What?”

  “Don’t make me repeat it again. I was horny. Ready for you earlier and you had to make me remember. Now I want you to take it away.”

  I felt exactly the same way that he did. Whenever anyone brought up Dad, I would do exactly the same thing. Study. Eat. Even go for a jog, anything to take away the pain.

  I lifted up my top and then unhooked my bra. He was standing in the hall and I was still by the door. I knew that I had to obey and as he let out a deep breath he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  There was the light in the hallway and I should have been worried that if someone came up to the door, they could see me.

  But I didn’t care. I wanted him to take me.

  And he did just that as he pinned his weight against me. I couldn’t move; I felt helpless trapped underneath him.

  His kissed me from my neck to my shoulders. There was a hunger in his movement as he started to peel me apart from the inside. I felt his frustration, anger and desire for me and I reacted the same way as he took my nipple in his mouth. He teased it with his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue. Then he moved to my other breast.

  “I want to taste you. Make you come on my tongue.”

  I didn’t understand what he meant, but as he moved downward and then continued to kiss my body as he moved in between my legs, I knew exactly what he wanted. He tugged down on my pants.

  “Take it off. All off.”

  He wasn’t asking me, he was just telling me—or maybe himself—what he wanted. I didn’t even know if he was reacting to me. Part of me didn’t care that Tom could be watching us, wanting to be like us. But he couldn’t do that. No man could make me feel the way that Liam was making me feel right now as his tongue darted into my pussy, and knowing that he was taking my orgasm made me want to give it to him even more. My body trembled as it felt the pleasure he was giving to me. He moved with expertise; I wasn’t naïve enough to think that I was the first girl that he had done this for, but as he stopped for a moment and said, “You taste so fucking good,” I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. His tongue darted around my clit as he began pushing me to the edge and I held on to his head for balance. All I could do was stand and grab a hold of his hair and moan. Soon his fingers started to join his tongue as his tongue rubbed my clit and his thumb rubbed my G-spot. I knew that I couldn’t control myself any longer as I started to scream. The more I did it and pressed my hips against him, the harder he seemed to do it.

  No, it didn’t hurt.

  He was pushing me closer and closer to the edge and he knew it. I couldn’t hold on any longer as he picked up his rhythm and with one last stroke, one last gentle bite on my clit, that was it, and I screamed as if my life depended on it, “Arrh!!”

  There was no holding back as my body started to shake and my knees gave way. He jumped up and caught me. I didn’t know where I was going; I could only assume that he was taking me to his room.

  “Just say your dad comes back,” I said as he carefully laid me on the bed as if I was a delicate flower.

  “You need to stop pushing me away and accept that there’s something deeper that connects us.”

  I ignored him; I didn’t want to be lectured. I’d given him my virginity, but I couldn’t give him my heart. I had to stop thinking like this; we were going to different colleges and we wanted different things in life.

  “Don’t you even think about pushing me away!” He said as he wrapped his arms around me. “We have four weeks until the prom and I’m taking you to it and in between that time we’re an item. I’m not sure about telling your mom and Dad yet. But not because I want to keep it from them. It’s just weird seeing as they’re dating.”

  He stopped for a minute; I was sobbing in his arms. I couldn’t face him, but I knew that I would have to eventually.

  “Our parents aren’t coming back till Monday. It seems that my dad is a dirty old man.”

  He made me smile and I realized for the first time that no one has been able to do that when there were conversations about my dad. Usually, I argue and cry myself to sleep. I don’t talk about it or even think about getting it off my chest.

  But as the words started to pour out of my mouth. I realized that I wasn’t scared of loving him. I was scared of losing the way that he made me feel. I’d once had one man that made me feel on top of the world all the time. The thought of losing another man who did the same thing felt too unbearable. I started to cry some more and talk a lot more about the past. It didn’t feel so bad then. Not one little bit. If at all.

  Chapter Seven

  “We’re going to be out of here soon,” Chanel smiled as she spun round one more time.

  “You guys look beautiful,” Mom said as she took a photo. The thirtieth one she’d taken since she came up the stairs.

  “I can’t believe my baby girl’s going to be leaving home. Then you’ll graduate. Have kids and get married,” she stared to move her peroxide hair from her eyes as she cried. Mom had spent a bit too much on her looks ever since she started dating Henry. I wanted to tell her that she was perfect, just being a natural brunette like me. Now, she spent nearly all her time either with him or getting beautiful for him. She would say that she did it for herself, but I knew the truth. Mom was feeling lonely.

  Up until now, it had been her and me. Now I was leaving home. She must have realized that she’d been working all this time for her daughter. The one that managed to get into an Ivy-League college based on her grades, with a scholarship. She didn’t have to pay a penny; that was the thing that made me confident about going to college. Knowing that I wouldn’t be a burden to her.

  “Mom, you’ll have Henry to keep you company,” I said as I walked up to her. I nodded at Chanel; it was her cue to leave Mom and me alone to have a little chat. Something I should have done four weeks ago, when I started fooling around with Liam. I could almost say that we were in a relationship, but we were going to different colleges. I wasn’t naive enough to think that he would be waiting for me when I got back home.

  Long distance relationships never work and I was going to college to study and have a bit of fun, even though deep down inside I wished that we were going to the same college. Maybe it was a good thing that we were going to different ones.

  We wouldn’t get in each other’s way.

  “I know,” said Mom, interrupting my daydream. “Henry will be a lot more than that.”

  “They’re here!” Chanel shouted out from the bottom of the stairs. I had visions of her standing outside on the porch. Discretion and Chanel never went hand-in-hand, especially when it came to Dwayne.

  She was worshipping hi
m. I had told her to be careful, but she didn’t seem to care as far as Dwayne was concerned.

  ‘I’ve been hanging round that damn barber shop for the last year to make him notice me. Do you really think that I’m going to be discrete now? Have you ever hung round a barber shop?’

  I understood why she was crazy about Dwayne. She had chased him round high school for the last couple of years, hanging round the barber shop was the last straw and she had no intention of letting him go.

  Who could blame her?

  “What’s up?”

  “Sorry Mom, I was miles away. You were saying something about Henry.”

  She nodded, “Well we decided that seeing as you’re leaving and Liam too...”

  Don’t remind me.

  “…that maybe we would do the wedding before you leave.”

  She had her dark eyes half-open as if she was avoiding me, as if she knew exactly how I would react.

  “What?”

  “I know that it may seem sudden to you. But we’ve been dating for two years.”

  “Two months.”

  She shook her head, “No, two years. You were too busy being angry at Liam all the time and we didn’t want the whole town knowing. You know that people could talk. So sometimes when you thought that I was working or visiting your aunt, well, I was with Henry.”

  “Really?”

  She started to panic as she held my hand, “I never lied to you. I wouldn’t normally, but it’s been five years since your father died. I needed someone. Henry’s been good to me. So good.”

  “Better than Dad?”

  Now, I sounded like a selfish bitch!

  “I know that you wanted to go to college. Get away from here. Get away from his memories, that’s why you buried yourself in your studies and I never blamed you, but I’m lonely Adele. You must understand that.”

  She held on to me as I looked dolefully into the corner of my room. The one where I kept the picture of Dad and I. It made me feel as if he was still around. Ready to tuck me in at night. Ready to hold my hand if I needed a shoulder to cry on. But he was gone and Henry was moving in and coming to take his place.

  “I know that you only get moody like this when you’re on your period, and seeing as you missed it last week, I’m sure that you’re late and it’s in full force.”

  “What?”

  I pushed back from her, because I’d just realized something. I’d been so caught up and confused about Liam that I didn’t even notice the important part. The times that I said to Liam, don’t worry if you haven’t got a condom. Or the time that the condom ripped…

  “We have our period at the same time, remember? And I always buy your tampons and put them in your bathroom. I noticed when I was cleaning that you never touched your packet.”

  I didn’t say anything as I left her standing there. She was talking, like a mosquito in my ear. I couldn’t listen to anything she said, because not only was I late, I was also going to the prom with the man that was going to be my future stepbrother. Even worse, the father of my baby…

  Coming Soon in Book 2…

  Liam…

  We went to the prom and she was acting all funny.

  Refusing to have a drink.

  Telling me that she didn’t feel well.

  I thought that she wanted me.

  She as good as showed me in so many ways.

  We got to the hotel, the one that I’d spent the whole month saving up for, for us to have a special night.

  That’s when she told me the news.

  The news that I didn’t want to hear.

  That she may be carrying my baby and that she may have to say goodbye to college.

  Being pregnant didn’t have to be the end of the world.

  But I could tell by that look in her eyes and the way she was keening like a whale.

  That there was only one option

  And neither of us was going to say goodbye to college.

  Not if I could help it.

  More Books by Ted Evans…

  About Virtually Bossy…

  My virtual assistant is going to find out who’s boss…

  When my PA quits, I can’t say I’m sorry. She was as incompetent in the office as she was in the bedroom.I need to stay the hell away from virgins.One f**k and they think that I’m ready to walk them down the aisle!

  HR are on my case, and I can’t hire another assistant.

  I own the f*cking corporation, but I can’t get decent help… …apart from Olivia.

  She’s been my backup assistant for years, working remotely in middle of nowhere.

  I’ll pay her double, give her days off, anything to meet this deadline.

  I just don’t need another distraction.

  I’ve never met Olivia, but I have a feeling she’s a middle-aged spinster with a dozen cats. Perfect for keeping me and my cock out of trouble.

  Trouble is I got it all wrong. Olivia walks into my office, and she’s an emerald-eyed bombshell.

  I may be in charge, but Olivia’s holding all the cards until this deadline is done.

  Then I’m going to bend her over my desk and show her what a good boss I can be.

  Author's Note:

  It's short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novella. It is standalone, and there's no cheating.

  Chapter One

  Ross

  “What do you fucking want?”

  I shouldn’t have been so crude and I shouldn’t have shouted at her. But I was tired. Scarlett was my secretary, NOT my fucking wife. I’d made the mistake of fucking her once and I’ve been repeatedly that mistake over the course of the last week.

  She was fun.

  The kind that got a kick out of fooling around, but she killed the fun the second night when she asked me to hold her until she fell asleep. After I’d already got out of bed and was going to sleep in my real bedroom, not the one that I’d just fucked her in.

  The second time, I made sure that I fucked her at her place. Just so that I could leave.

  She still didn’t get the hint.

  That’s when the fun stopped and I knew that I had to get rid off her.

  There was just one problem. I had a deadline and until it was met. She needed to stay working for me as my secretary.

  “I just feel as if I’ve been used…” she purred as she got closer to me.

  Really?

  “Like you just want me for my body and nothing else.”

  She started to pout and I could see that she was up to something, because she left the door wide open. We were in my office and she was talking about matters of the heart. Only for me they were matters for my dick and I could tell that she was getting attached. This wasn’t going to go down well, not by a long shot. I knew that she wanted everyone outside to hear. I didn’t need the staff to know that I’d done the same thing again.

  The same fucking stupid thing that I’d been warned about.

  I stood up quickly and closed the door. Then I turned to comfort her. Wondering what would happen if she left and stopped working as my secretary. And, even worse, what if she went to tell HR that I really couldn’t keep my dick in my pants? Then I was truly fucked. The employment agency would be on my case and could shut the company down for sexual harassment. The way Scarlett was behaving she would be more than willing to speak to them about my bad behavior.

  “You need to think about what this all means.”

  I was fucking stalling, thinking of a way to try and get a distraction. I was a fucking CEO. Built-up my company from scratch. Yet, when it came to matters of the heart, I couldn’t think. That’s why I usually fucked and worried about the consequences later.

  “What?”

  She was right, where was I going with this?

  My palms were wet from trying to calm her down. My voice was raspy from running to close the door and back to her. Then to make matters worse, my head was fucking spinning out of control. I had an important meeting in around twenty minutes. When di
d my life become so fucking complicated and when did I lose control of everything?

  “I know you think that I don’t appreciate you,” I stared into her sea-blue eyes.

  “But I do. You’re beautiful.”

  I stroked her long fair hair, thinking that blondes really do have more fun. Once again, I was distracted, because my hands moved to her breasts. Those big thick melons that could feed me for a fucking month. They were so damn juicy that I found myself opening up her shirt. Not fucking opening it, but ripping it open and popping those buttons as my mouth wanted to suck and my dick wanted to fuck.

  “You’re doing it again,” she protested. She never complained before!

  “You’re looking at my body and wanting to take me.”

  “Shit, your tits, I’ve never had any woman with tits as big as yours…”

  I was down to her bra, but she had a scaffolding bra on that no one under forty should ever wear. She used to wear sexy bras, which left nothing to the imagination. The type that just about covered her nipple and gave me easy access.

  She pushed me away, but like a hungry wolf getting ready for a feeding frenzy. I ignored the warning signs and all I could think about was sucking her tits.

  “Don’t do that,” I growled as I moved closer to her.

  “See? You only want me for my body. I asked you one question. Answer me, Ross Hamilton!”

  She had her hands on her hips and she wasn’t messing around. I had a feeling that my dick was on hold.

  “Do you LOVE me?”

  Oh God, not that debate again. My cock was swaying from left-to-right like a pendant, as I began to realize that this could be the end of a beautiful relationship. My heart was racing out of control, debating whether to lie or not. My mouth did something completely different.

  It opened and shut like the shutters in my office did whenever I had company. Whenever I wanted people to know what I was up to, I would leave them open so that I could spy on them too. Whenever they were closed, that was when it was none of their fucking business.