by Alexis Angel
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Epilogue - Fiona
“Holy shit, he’s going to -- TOUCHDOWN!” Cody yells, jumping from his seat and brandishing one fist up in the air. I jump up too, and it seems that the whole stadium is going to erupt. The crowd roars like a giant monster, and I scream as loud as I can, a big smile on my face.
Danny ran through the defense like a hot knife through butter, cocked his elbow with clockwork precision and then sent the ball through the air in a perfect arch. It landed neatly into the wide receiver’s hands, and all he to do was dive into the end zone. Touchdown with five seconds on the clock, and the Nailers were down by three. And this is the big game - SuperBowl.
“I did it! I fucking did it! Danny shouts, running through the field and heading straight for me. He takes the strap off his helmet, lets it fall on the grass and then jumps over the barriers between the field and the seats. He grabs me with his big hands, pulling me into his arms and crushing his mouth against mine. “I did it, babe!” He cries out, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.
“I knew you would,” I tell him, kissing him back. “Now go get that trophy - you earned it.” With a wink and a smile, he gets down onto the field again, and assumes his position for the mandatory five seconds left.
The MILFs try to make a miracle, but it’s too late for them. The referee call it in, and everyone goes completely crazy. I wave my Nailers’ flag up in the air, grinning like crazy as the whole Nailers team congregates in the middle of the field, two big guys grabbing Danny and carrying him on their shoulders.
The Nailers comeback is one for the history books - they took a mighty beating during the first half of the game, and then they completely destroyed everyone in their during the last twenty minutes. And all thanks to whom? Danny Manning, of course - the best player in the league, and my man.
Working like crazy, the stadium workers set up a stage in the center of the field, and a parade starts as the Nailers line up on the stage, eager to get their hands in the big prize. Two scantily clad women bring the trophy onto the stage, and they head straight to Danny.
I can almost see the excitement in his eyes as he curls his fingers around the trophy’s handles. He raises the trophy into the air and the crowd roars once more, chants of Danny! Danny! echoing through the stadium.
Someone shoves a mic into Danny’s hands, and the chants die a little as everyone wants to hear what the Nailers’ savior has to say. Do you want to know what his first word is?
“FIONA!” He cries out, looking straight toward me. “Get down here!” He says, and the cameras focus on, my confused face showing on the Jumbotron. “Get down here,” he repeats, and Kim pinches my arm.
“Go,” she whispers, and Cody pushes me up to my feet. I climb down the barriers clumsily with the help of two police men, and then I start making my way toward the stage, suddenly feeling as if I’m at the center of the universe, every single pair of eyeballs in the States watching me.
The moment I’m close enough to Danny, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. “This here,” he raises the trophy in their with one hand, “I owe to this woman.”
The crowd claps and shouts, and it takes almost a minute for the commotion to die down.
“But you know what?” Danny continues. “Although I wanted this trophy for a long, long time… Now that I have it, I discovered that I had already won the big prize - Fiona’s heart.”
He passes the trophy to one of his teammates and then turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes. I look back at him, not knowing what to say - or how to say it -, and then he does something I wasn’t expecting at all.
He goes down on his knees.
“Will you marry me, Fiona?” He asks me, his words echoing through the stadium as someone hands me him a small velvety box. He snaps it open, and an enormous diamond ring gleams inside.
The whole stadium has gone silent, and the only thing I can hear right now is the steady pulse of my heart. I open my mouth to speak, and I feel salty tears rolling over my lips. God, I’m crying.
“Yes! Yes, I will!” I cry out, going down to my knees in front of me and kissing him. “I will marry you, Danny Manning…” I whisper, trying to choke down a sob. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy enough to start crying, but here it is - I’m a whimpering mess of happiness right now.
The stadium erupts in a chant, the sound so deafening I can’t even make out what everyone’s screaming. Right now, the whole States - if not the world - is seeing Danny propose to me and slip his diamond ring into my finger. And now the whole world also knows that I’m the happiest woman on Earth.
“Let’s get out of here,” Danny tells me, going up to his feet and picking me up from the floor. I place one arm around his neck and just hold tight onto him as he walks down the stage.
“Where are you going? You need to be here for the celebration, Danny!” The league’s commissioner starts to say, rushing down the stage and following after us. Without even bothering to slow down, Danny’s reply is a quick one.
“We’re going to do our own celebration,” he says, looking back over his shoulder at the commissioner.
“I love you,” I tell him as he walks inside the stadium’s tunnel entrance.
“I love you too,” he whispers, the long shadows inside the tunnel wrapping themselves around us.
Happy endings - the hype is real.
Description
Does it seem like every girl in romance is doing their stepbrother?
I mean, if they look anything like my stepbrother I can’t blame them.
Tall and muscular - with the ripped body of a Greek God that you could just lick from the top of his head to the tip of his…uhmm…you know.
Taboo just became even more tempting.
Oh right, lets add the last piece of the puzzle.
We’re both stuck inside the same house for the weekend with no one else.
Goodbye, clear head.
Hello, bad decisions!
*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Sinful Stepbrother in this fifth installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, steamy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. HEA? You know it, babe! ***
70
Kim
“Derek told me yesterday that we were going to Vienna next month while he bought some country or something," Alicia says to the table. "But I guess they had a coup so we're not anymore."
There are a few murmurs of concern and it's pretty clear no one knows what Alicia just said. Derek tries his hardest to not roll his eyes.
"Babe, I was supposed to go to Vietnam to give a lecture on how to do business in other countries, but it ended up getting cancelled because we're going on a cruise," he tells her. "How much were you drinking last night when I was talking about this?"
"Just one cosmo," she says, blinking her large eyes at him trying to look innocent.
But that makes a lot more sense now the way Derek said it. I can't help but smile. Despite the fact that Alicia has the ability to sometimes just act like a total Valley Girl and an airhead, I still love her so much. And I guess Derek makes her so happy.
Actually the two of them are really cute together. She's a classic, cute, and he's a strong, dominating influence. But you can tell she totally has him wrapped around her finger. I doubt if Derek even realizes the extent to which Alicia has him under her spell.
"I can't believe you were thinking of going to Vietnam!" Ashley says with a squeal. She turns to her SO. "Why can't you send me somewhere awesome like that, Apollo?" she asks.
Apollo doesn't say much when it's a large group of us. I don't know if it's because he's shy or if it's because he just views us all with contempt.
But let me take that back.
I'm pretty sure from everything I've seen he is totally into Ash, so I don't think he views us with contempt.
I think what happens is that he's just not sure what to make of Ashley. Like Alicia, even though they've been dating and are so in love, he just doesn't understan
d what to make of her sometimes. I mean, you gotta think about it like this. Apollo Kane is this billionaire titan. And the same goes with Derek who is this major player on Wall Street.
Both of these men are towering figures.
But these wispy lil' women with their Prada shoes and Louis Vuitton handbags, their La Perla lingerie and their Mac lipstick, their Sephora perfume, and their Forever 21 skirts basically just buzz around them like a little bird flies around a giant.
Time to time, they come into contact and apparently sex happens. You listen to both of my friends and they'll tell you that they have these giant monster orgasms where, I dunno, they see God or whatevs.
Whatever. I guess it's fine if they're happy.
But I'm just sitting here by myself—literally the fifth wheel in this group. I wouldn't even have come out tonight if Alicia hadn't forced me to. And once Ashley heard that I was free and in the city there was no stopping the two of them. You think one is bad? Try having both of them trying to get you to do stuff.
I mean, sure, I love hanging out with my friends and I get along just fine with Derek and Apollo. No one is mean to me.
But, I mean, where's my guy who offers to pick up the whole tab? Where's my guy who I can hold hands with under the table? Or trade stories that make no sense and needs correcting for? Who's looking out for me when I'm out so that I can just be a lil' girl and not have to worry about life?
I've had to take care of myself like this my entire life. Sure, Alicia or Ashley will roll their eyes if I ever complain.
"I mean, your stepdad is like, the owner of Connecticut," Alicia will say, and it's true to an extent; the man Mom ended up marrying last year owns a lot of property in Connecticut.
But where was he when I was growing up?
Where was my stepbrother Cody when I needed a man to help me learn how to drive a car?
"So, we're all set for this weekend, right you two?" Ashley asks Alicia and Derek. "You guys are finally going to have the engagement party?"
We've finished dinner at Kittichai and are in the stretch limo that's taking us to the Time Warner Center.
"Finally," Alicia says. "We've only been like waiting on this party forever. You're all coming this weekend right?"
Ashley and Apollo nod and Alicia looks at me and narrows her eyes.
"I'm going too," I say defensively. "I'm actually going to go relax for a few days at my stepdad's place too then," I say.
"Isn't that in Southampton?" Alicia asks me and I nod. "That's perfect then, babe. You're like only a few minutes away from us."
"I just need to relax and lay out in the sun, ya know?" I tell her as we ride the elevator to the Stone Rose Tavern.
I know that's probably the one thing in the world I don't need right now, to be by myself even more. I mean, there's no way I'm going to meet Mr. Right Now if I'm hanging out by the pool on my own in Long Island.
But, it's not like I don't get a chance to go out.
I mean, I'm out now, aren't I?
"Can I buy you a drink?" a voice asks me and I turn toward it.
Cute guy. Nice bod.
I notice Alicia and Ashley start to steer their men a bit away from me, letting the guy feel a bit more confident to talk to me.
Alicia throws looks over, ready to jump in in a moment's notice. Ashley's different. She'll watch and if needed she'll step in.
"What do you do?" I ask as the bartender hands me a cosmo. I breathe heavily, hoping my boobs are going up and down and he's noticing.
"I work at Carter Jeffries in Private Equity," he tells me smoothly. "What about you?"
"I work for City Hall," I tell him, just as smooth.
"The Mayor?" he asks.
I nod.
"Didn't he have some scandal a year ago?" cute guy asks me.
"What was your name again?" I ask him, getting away from the topic that Mayor Anders doesn't want to talk about.
"I'm John Halpern," he tells me. "And you?"
"Kimberly Lubbers," I tell him. "But you can call me Kim."
Jim gives me a winning smile.
"Well, Kim," he says. "I was just about to head out and call it a night. But maybe you want to keep it going?"
I would.
I honestly should.
Just say fuck it to the world and go have a night of no strings sex.
But here's where I get lame.
"I have to catch a train tomorrow to go to the Hamptons for a party this weekend," I tell him. "So no late night for me, and that's what it would get to."
I can tell somehow that Alicia and Ashley have dropped their guard.
I don't know if they heard me, or they see my body language, or his, but they're okay now to enjoy their men.
You can bet your bottom dollar that if I were going home with him tonight, my sisters in arms would be checking him out and interrogating him non-fucking-stop.
"I got a buddy in Babylon," John tells me. "Gimme your number and maybe we can get together."
I can do that.
I give it to him.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"See you around, Island girl,” he tells me and I smile.
Maybe Mr. Right Now is actually right around the corner.
God, it's so great to be young.
71
Cody
Can you feel the humidity in the air? I’m just standing here in the middle of the dance floor, but the air around me seems like something out of a fucking rainforest. These girls are surrounding me like savages, rubbing their bodies against mine, and they’re so fucking wet you can barely breathe around me.
“What do you say we get out of here?” Comes the voice of a girl from just behind. I turn around, nursing the 15-year-old whisky in my hands, and face her. Oh, what do we have here? She’s a petite brunette, a dress too tight for her own good, and lips that are just fucking begging for my cock.
“Cody, right?” she asks me, coming up to me and pressing her voluptuous tits against my body. They feel like plastic fake tits and, judging by their size, they probably are. What’s with women these days? I don’t fucking mind it most of the time, but it seems like most women nowadays are all silicone and no flesh.
Where are the fucking natural wonders? I mean, just look at me, twelve-inch cock dangling from between my legs, and I can fucking assure you it’s all natural.
“That’s me, yeah,” I say, running my hand down her back and resting it over her ass.
“What do you say we go back to your place?” she mewls, swaying her body at the rhythm of the music and rubbing her tits against my chest.
“What do you say we don’t go back to my place and you buy me a drink?” I ask her, waving my now empty glass of whisky in front of her face. Her eyes widen, and then she frowns; not the answer she was expecting. Well, babe, we can’t always get what we want, right? Besides, this is like the fourth girl tonight coming up to me like that. This shit gets tiresome. That’s why I just shot her down. I didn’t want or need her to buy me a fucking drink, and, to be honest, I doubt she could even afford what I’m drinking.
“Bon voyage,” I tell her as she steps back from me and ambles down the dance floor like a predator in heels, looking for some fresh meat to dig her claws into. You’re probably wondering why I’m not fucking the living daylights out of anyone by now, but the truth is that I just can’t be fucking bothered tonight. That doesn’t sound like Cody Brooks at all, right? But that’s me.
What, never heard of me? I’m a fucking rock star here in Manhattan, babe. That’s why these girls are all dancing around me as if I were some kind of God. My nights out are legendary, and I’ve lost count of how many girls I’ve fucked. It’s not my fault, really; women can’t get enough of my twelve-inch cock, 8-pack washboard abs, and ripped frame.
You know what pisses me off, though? Most of them care more about the money than they care about my cock. Yeah, that’s right, I’m fucking rich. Since it somehow seems like you’ve never heard of me, let me expla
in: I’m Joseph Brook’s son. Yeah, that one, the hedge fund manager.
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve made a fortune all by myself. I invested the $100k my father handed me down and turned it into a few millions. And that just a year after I got stateside from Iraq, where I was handing out justice to terrorists by way of a M4 rifle that earned me two Silver Stars; you can swing by my bedroom to check them out any time.
Let me recap it for you: army hero, wealthy, twelve inch-cock. And I’m only 27. So, really, I can’t blame women for fucking loving me.
“Settle down,” my father’s always telling me, but that’s easier said than done. When women throw their pussies at me 24/7, settling down isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when all these women are gold diggers or as dumb as a rock. It’s easy for my dad to say; he was always lucky enough to find the diamonds in the rough. First, my mother and then, after she died, Kellyane.
Yeah, I have a stepmother, but don’t worry; I’m not a fucking animal. Kellyane’s a beautiful woman, but that’s it. Her daughter, Kim, is a whole different matter… Cute face, a bright smile framed by smart eyes, and a headful of bright blonde hair. And these long legs of hers, leading up to an ass perfect enough to make me salivate. And real fucking tits, round and perky.
When I saw her at my father’s wedding, I could barely think of anything else but fucking her.
Then my dad introduced her to me. “Your new sister, Kim,” he said, and my heart and cock both sank at the same time. That was it; there are some lines even I won’t cross, and fucking my stepsister is one of these lines.
“Hey, you’re Cody Brooks, aren’t you?” Some other girl sashays up to me, her eyes brightening up as she sees me.
“No,” I simply tell her, turning my back to her and heading down to the bar. I ask the bartender for another whisky, but when I turn around there she is again, an eager smile on her lips, full tits almost jumping out of her tight fitting red dress. At least these look like the real thing, not fake plastic rip offs.