Stiff: A Stepbrother Romance (Includes bonus novel Cocked!)

by Hamel, B. B.

“Girl has a point,” he said.

  “How did you find us?”

  “I’m a spook, Camden. Finding people is what we do.”

  “Spook?”

  “You know what I mean. Secret agent, I guess. Special ops. The dark and grisly shit our bosses don’t want to admit actually exists.”

  “So there’s no actual guy named Spook?”

  He laughed. “No, there’s not. But I guess you could say I was Spook all along.”

  I stared at him for a second. “You’re the boss, then.”

  “Team leader, but yeah. I’ve been running you this whole time.”

  “Jesus fuck,” I said. “Where have you been?”

  He sat up and looked at me. “You did a damn good job when you ran, Camden. Impressive stuff, honestly. We had a tough time tracking you.”

  “But here you are.”

  “Here I am.”

  “What’s going on?” Lacey asked, annoyed. “You just show up? What about our parents?”

  “One thing at a time,” he said. “First, I’m here to help. Although Camden has a low opinion of me and my people, we’re not the type of agency to leave anyone in the lurch.” I snorted and shook my head at that. “Second,” he continued, “your parents are the next top priority.”

  “Okay then. So where’s the rest of the team?”

  “They’re not coming.”

  I stared at him. “What?”

  “We aren’t supposed to operate on American soil. I’m running this off the books.”

  “You’re the cavalry?”

  “I’m the cavalry. But I know where your parents are.”

  “Where?” Lacey said, eager.

  “Not far from here, actually.” He looked back at me. “They’re with Trip. And I’m pretty sure Castillo is there, too.”

  I let that sink in for a second. Trip and Castillo in the same place was a pretty big deal. Trip was the guy I wanted to get my hands on the most in this world, and Castillo was the guy Jared most wanted. It looked like our stars were aligning.

  “I want that bastard,” I said softly.

  “I know you do. I can’t blame you.” He lay back down and covered his eyes. “But we need Castillo alive.”

  “What about Trip?”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you do with that sewer rat.”

  I smiled. “Is that official American policy?”

  “Son,” Jared said tiredly, “none of this is official policy. I don’t even exist. Now let’s get some rest. We’ll plan more in the morning.” He rolled over onto his side and seemed to fall asleep almost instantly.

  I looked at Lacey and she shrugged.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her softly.

  “Yeah. I think so.”

  “That guy back there—”

  “I don’t want to talk about that.”

  “Okay. But I promise, you’ll never be in that position again.” I felt a white-hot fury deep in my chest thinking about what I had walked in on when I saved Lacey. Brent, that sick fuck, his cock out, Lacey’s pants off. The piece of shit would have raped her if I hadn’t blown his skull off.

  “I’m just happy you’re alive.”

  I took her hand. “Now we need to get our parents back.” I paused and squeezed. “And I need to murder Trip.”

  “You don’t need to do anything,” she said.

  “What?”

  “We can let Jared handle it. He seems capable.”

  “I’m not sitting this out, Lacey.”

  “I almost lost you once,” she said fiercely. “Let Jared handle it.”

  “No,” I said, leaning back, releasing her hand. “I’m seeing this through.”

  “Then I am too.”

  “Not an option.”

  “Yes, an option. If you go, then I go.”

  “It’s too dangerous, Lacey. You saw what happened last time.”

  “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you.”

  I sighed, shaking my head. She could be so stubborn sometimes. I knew she was tough, but I had no clue how tough she really could be. If I were her, I’d probably want to take a little break from messing with violent gangsters. Instead, she was ready to go riding off to fight some cartel guys.

  “You’re amazing,” I said softly. “But I can handle myself. You can’t.”

  She stood up and smiled at me. “We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

  “Lacey—”

  She gave me a small kiss on the mouth as she walked by and lay down on a cot. I half turned toward her and watched as she crawled under the blankets.

  I shook my head softly and snapped off the light. I walked over to the refrigerator, frowning at its empty cavity. I walked back to the chair and sat down heavily, sighing.

  It was late, and we were safe, but I couldn’t take any chances. I resolved myself to staying up and keeping watch.

  I leaned back in my chair, thinking about what the next day would bring.

  Trip was a dead man. And I’d finally see Castillo taken down for all the fucked-up shit he did.

  Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

  Chapter Seventeen: Lacey

  I slowly came to wrapped in blankets on an uncomfortable cot. Snoring a few spots away from me was Jared, looking like he hadn’t moved an inch since he went to sleep the night before.

  I sat up slowly. My head wasn’t aching anymore, but I was still a little disoriented. My body hurt in a bunch of other places, but a good night’s sleep seemed to have done me a world of good.

  For a second, I panicked. I couldn’t see Camden anywhere, and I couldn’t remember if he had gone to bed or not. I got to my feet slowly and checked in the bathroom. It was empty, so I quickly and quietly moved outside, pulling open the front door.

  Sitting in a simple chair and leaning up against the cabin’s wall was Camden. He was fast asleep, snoring softly, and it looked like he had tried to keep watch but had failed miserably.

  Good,

  I thought. He needed sleep as much as we did.

  That was typical Camden, trying to sacrifice himself for the good of the group.

  I walked over to him and gently wrapped my arms around him. He woke with a slight start.

  “Lace?” he grumbled. “Is everything okay?”

  “It’s fine,” I said, sitting down in his lap. I felt something hard pressing against my lap and grinned at him. “Morning wood?”

  “Like a fucking bitch,” he muttered.

  I kissed him softly. “Good morning.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “Good morning. Nice way to wake up.”

  I kissed his neck. “Complaining?”

  “Never. Love having a pretty girl in my lap.”

  “Who could blame you?”

  He kissed me back. “We should talk about today.”

  “I don’t feel like talking.”

  “Look at you. What do you feel like doing?”

  I shifted my weight slightly, grinding down against his hard cock. “You know.”

  “I do?”

  “Come on. You know.”

  He grinned at me, running his fingers through my hair. “I’m not so sure.” He stopped and pulled it slightly. “Why don’t you tell me?”

  “Camden,” I gasped.

  He kissed my neck. “Today is going to be dangerous, Lace.”

  “I don’t care.”

  I loved the delicious trace of his lips against my skin, the hardness of his body. I never thought I was going to get to experience him again, and I didn’t want to waste a single second. Jared may have been just inside, but I needed Camden.

  Who knew what today would bring? Our lives were completely up in the air, ever since we’d started running. I’d wasted too many hours with him already.

  “I don’t want to waste another second,” I whispered.

  He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me fiercely. I pressed my palms against the cabin’s wall as his hands took my hips, firmly grinding them down against his d
ick.

  “So you want me to fuck you?” he asked after a second.

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Only if you promise me something.”

  His fingers deftly unbuttoned my pants and slipped down beneath my panties. I was soaking wet, and lightning rocketed through my body as his hands found my clit.

  “Anything,” I gasped.

  “Fuck me like it’s our last day alive.” He began to rub me in soft, agonizing circles. “Fuck me like you’ll never see me again.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck softly. “Because you might not.”

  I grabbed his hair, shoving my mouth against his, my whole body arching up against his as he continued to work my clit. I rocked my hips, grinding myself against him. Excitement flew through me, and the only thing I could think about was this moment.

  “Whatever you want,” I groaned.

  “I want you,” he said, punctuating each word with another slight slip of his fingers on my clit, “to fuck me like today is the last day of our lives.”

  I gasped and pushed back, moving up off him. I pulled my shirt up off my head and he watched me eagerly, smiling this heart-melting smile. I unhooked my bra and slipped it off while he pulled his own shirt off, tossing it aside and revealing his finely-sculpted chest and stomach.

  I wanted to bite each individual muscle, but he was already up and pushing me back against the wall. His hands grabbed my breasts, working my stiff nipples while his mouth found mine again. After half a minute, I felt him tug my pants and panties down, letting cold mountain air hit my clit.

  He pulled back. “I want to fuck you right here.”

  “Only if you’re quiet.”

  He laughed. “Let’s see who needs to be quiet.”

  He dropped to his knees and pressed his face between my legs. I nearly let out a loud moan but bit my tongue instead. He began to lap at my pussy like he was a starving man, working my clit with his tongue and his teeth, and I couldn’t do anything but grab his hair and hold on.

  My breasts shook, shivers of pleasure running through my spine as he worked me. His hands grabbed my ass tight and pressed my pussy harder against his tongue, the warm wetness of his practiced mouth running circles around my body. I wanted him badly but couldn’t move, could only stand with my back pressed against the rough wood while Camden’s mouth worked my clit. He was in control and we both knew it.

  “Fuck, Camden,” I moaned.

  He looked up at me, grinning. “Having trouble keeping quiet?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  He stood up, pressing his mouth against mine. I fumbled at his pants, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. I felt his cock hard in my hand, huge and stiff. I began to stroke him and he grunted in response.

  “This what you been dreaming about?” he asked as his fingers found my spot again.

  “Every day,” I said.

  “I’ve been dreaming, too. I’ve been dreaming about plunging my big dick into your little pussy over and over again. I’ve been dreaming about making you come, screaming.”

  “Sounds like a good dream.”

  “I want to do so much more. I want to come in that pretty mouth. I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to get you off again and again until you can barely stand, let alone think.”

  “I want you,” I groaned.

  He reached down and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a condom.

  I put my hand over his and shook my head. He raised an eyebrow.

  “Like it’s our last day on earth,” I said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. I want to really feel you.” I paused, biting my lip. I’d never done anything like this before, but it was a serious possibility that we were both going to die in the next few hours. And plus, I knew that I loved him, knew that there wasn’t anyone but him. “I trust you,” I said, and knew it was true.

  He nodded, something coming over him, and dropped the condom onto the ground. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, spreading my legs open. I put my hands against the wall as he slowly teased my entrance with his cock.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered deliciously into my ear.

  “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

  His cock slid deep inside me, skin on skin. I gasped and tossed my head back.

  It filled every inch. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet as he began to rock back and forth, sliding himself in and out of my soaked-through pussy. He grabbed my tits and started to move faster.

  I moaned, my forehead up against the rough wood wall. His fingers found my clit as he began to thrust harder.

  “Shit, you’re even tighter than the first time,” he grunted.

  “Camden,” I groaned. “Holy shit.”

  “You’re soaked, too. You dirty girl. You really have been thinking about this.”

  “You got me this way.”

  “Damn right.” He grabbed my hair, pulling it gently. “I get you this way.”

  “There,” I gasped as he plunged all the way deep into me. “Right there.”

  “Is that it?” He rocked back and forth, grinding his cock deep inside me, his fingers rubbing my clit. “Is that what you want?”

  “Oh shit yes. Keep doing that.”

  He fucked me rougher then, keeping deep inside me. He thrusted hard, and I relished the rough feel of him against my ass, his strong hands on my hair and my tits, working my body like I was the only thing in the world.

  “This little pussy is mine,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “This tight little pussy is mine.”

  I worked my hips back against him, loving the feel of him bare in my pussy, desperate for him. I knew it really might be our last time together, and I wanted to relish every moment.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

  His hands gripped my hips and he began to fuck me deep and hard and rough. I felt the pleasure overwhelm me, my body turning nearly weak as he worked the spot masterfully.

  “Shit,” I groaned. “I can’t.”

  “Go ahead. Come for me, Lacey.”

  My whole body shook as the orgasm overtook me. I felt like I was melting into the morning, his cock thrusting deep and hard, his fingers working my clit. I gasped and moaned loudly, not caring how loud I was. I couldn’t hold back, not this time.

  I came and came, deep and heavy waves of pleasure rolling up and down my spine.

  I loved it. I needed it. I needed him. If this was the last orgasm I’d have, it was a pretty damn incredible last one.

  “Shit, girl,” he said. “You drive me insane.”

  As the orgasm subsided, he pulled out and spun me around. I let out a surprised sound as he hooked his arms under my legs and hoisted me up, pushing my back against the wall.

  “Camden,” I giggled, “no way.”

  He slowly lowered me down onto his cock like I weighed nothing.

  “I want to come looking in those eyes,” he said.

  He began to thrust into me, my back wedged against the wall, my arms around his neck. His big cock felt like fire between my legs as his strong arms supported my weight. I took him deep, my tits pressed together, my whole body covered in a sheen of sweat from exertion.

  His eyes were subtle and frenzied as he took me. I’d never experienced something like that before. His movements were rough and desperate as he thrust deep inside, like I really was the last thing he’d fuck. His eyes were piercing, serious and clouded with pleasure. I bit my lip, trying not to moan too loud.

  “Let it out, girl,” he groaned. “I want to hear it.”

  I relaxed, moaning.

  “Fuck I’m close,” he grunted.

  Deep thrusts. Deep, skin-slapping thrusts. And then, he let me down.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded. I dropped to my knees, obeying. I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked him in three hard motions. His cock exploded in my mouth, spurting his cum deep into my throat.

  I took it greedily
. “Holy fuck,” he grunted as I continued to suck him. “Fuck, suck it all out of me.”

  I took it all and swallowed. I cleaned him up with my tongue and mouth. After a second, he pulled me to my feet.

  We were both panting, and steam rose off our skin. He crushed my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.

  After a moment, he pulled away. “You’re incredible,” he said.

  “I try.”

  He laughed and grinned. “If something does happen—”

  “No. No more of that.”

  “Lacey, you should know—”

  I put my hand over his mouth. “I already know. You don’t have to say it.”

  He looked at me and slowly moved my hand. He kissed me again, long and deep, and that said everything that needed saying.

  After what felt like forever, he looked at me and smiled.

  “Let’s get dressed. I’m sure our spook is awake by now.”

  “I forgot about him,” I said, turning a deep red.

  He handed me my clothes and we dressed together, laughing in the shared intimacy of a secret, or at least a secret that was known by everyone. I felt alive and exhilarated and embarrassed that Jared had heard us, or at least probably had, but it didn’t bother me.

  I was with Camden. That was all I cared about.

  “You guys have a good morning?” Jared asked drily as we walked back in.

  “You could say that,” Camden said, grinning at me.

  “Good.” Jared didn’t seem to notice the looks, or at least he didn’t care. “We need to talk about today.”

  We took a seat at the table and he leaned back in his chair.

  “I have a pretty good idea where Trip and Castillo are,” he said.

  “You’re not sure?” I asked.

  “I’m mostly sure. The intel is a few days old, but it should be solid.”

  “What if it’s not?”

  “We’ll contact my people and go from there.”

  “So what’s the plan?” Camden asked.

  “We go in, quiet, and rescue your parents. Then we kill the motherfuckers.”

  Camden laughed. “Sounds good. But just the two of us?”

  “Three,” I said loudly.

  Jared and Camden gave me a look.

  “Most of their muscle was down with the Russians,” Jared continued, looking back at Camden.