Out of Line: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

by Juliana Conners

  “Yes!” I say again, laughing and kissing his neck.

  Now all that remains before we head to Boston as real fiancé and fiancée is one last stop back to our old stomping grounds.

  Epilogue

  Sarah

  As soon as we arrive at The Exchange Club, I look around for her, but I don’t see her. I do see Melissa though, still wearing her fancy gown and deciding which girls are pretty enough to be auctioned off.

  “Melissa!” I say, and she looks at me, confused, before she sees Adam behind me, and then some recognition appears in her eyes.

  “Hey… uh…” she says, obviously forgetting my name.

  “Sarah,” Adam fills in for her.

  “Oh yes, Sarah,” Melissa says with a laugh. “I recognized you as that goody two shoes girl who came here once and then we never saw you again. Are you back for round two? Maybe you’ll get more than last time…”

  “Hey,” Adam says, cutting her off.

  “Oh yes, Adam,” Melissa says, easily remembering his name. “Are you back for another go? Perhaps we could get you guys a menage…”

  “No,” Adam says. “Sarah and I are engaged now.”

  “Really!” Melissa exclaims. “I keep hearing about all these love connections as a byproduct of The Exchange. I guess we should bill ourselves as a matchmaking service, too. Maybe that’s worth something, you know?”

  “Ha.” I tell her, anxious to do what I came here for and then get back to Adam’s apartment where we are spending the night before traveling to Boston tomorrow. I already packed up my few things and they’re in boxes in my car. “Is Nataylia here? I have something I’ve been needing to return to her.”

  I hold up the dress, which Adam or I have been carrying around in a plastic protective bag.

  “Natalyia?” Melissa asks, looking confused again. “No. She hasn’t worked here in some time.”

  “Oh,” I tell her, sad to hear that. “Well, I have her dress.”

  “I’ll give you her number,” Melissa says with a shrug.

  “Great,” I tell her.

  “I’m going to go to the restroom,” Adam says. “I’ll meet you back here.”

  As Melissa tells me Natalyia’s number, I decide to call her right now while it’s on my mind. I assume I’ll have to leave her a message for her to call me back, but to my surprise, she answers.

  “Sarah Grace!” she says, when I tell her who’s calling. “I’ve been wondering how you’re doing.”

  “You’ve just been wondering what happened to your dress,” I joke.

  “No, no,” she says. “I really don’t need it. And if you’re back working there, you might. So, keep it!”

  “I’m not back working here,” I tell her. “I just came to drop off your dress before I move away.”

  “Oh, wow,” she says. “Where are you moving to?”

  “To the Boston area,” I tell her. “Adam and I have gotten engaged. I’ve gotten into Harvard. We’re moving there.”

  “Wow,” she says. “Wow, wow. Congratulations times three! A lot has happened to you since we met.”

  “I know,” I tell her. “And maybe it’s weird that I got your number from Melissa and called you. But I wanted to return your dress. And I also felt that we were… kindred spirits of sorts.”

  I feel stupid saying this, but it just comes out.

  “We are,” she says, and I no longer feel as stupid. “I’ve had some big changes in my life as well. I’d love to tell you about them sometime.”

  “Yes!” I tell her. “I’d love to hear all about it. I should have contacted you sooner. I feel so bad that I’m leaving town tomorrow…”

  “That’s okay,” she says. “I love Boston. I used to work the Boston branch of The Exchange sometimes, and I hear that’s where the company party is going to be this year. Did you know that?”

  “No,” I tell her. “But admittedly, I know little to nothing about The Exchange, except it’s randomly where I sold my virginity to the man I’m now engaged to.”

  “Oh, Sarah,” Natalyia laughs. “You have the funniest sense of humor. You have to invite me to your wedding. When is it?”

  “I don’t know yet,” I tell her. “When is the company party? Perhaps I could time it with that, so you can come to both and we can catch up then.”

  “Oh, it’s only in a couple months,” she says dismissively. “But don’t worry, I can probably come twice. I’m up there quite often and still have friends up there.”

  “Okay,” I tell her, but my head is already spinning with ideas.

  Adam had said he wants to get married soon…

  Speaking of Adam, I see him approaching me from the back room where the bathroom is.

  “Well, it was nice talking to you, and now you have my number so let’s stay in touch,” I tell her. “I have to go.”

  “Yes, you have to go have fun being engaged!” Natalya says. “It was nice hearing from you.”

  As I hang up, I remember how radiant and happy she looked when I saw her at Hot Cocoa, and I’m glad things are going well for her. I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask, but I suspect it has something to do with the guy she was on a date with.

  I see my own guy approaching and I forget all about Natalyia, because there’s plenty of time to catch up with her in the future. And right now I just want to enjoy being engaged to Adam.

  Adam

  As I walk out of the bathroom, I see my fiancé’s face light up with happiness. And I can definitely say it’s mutual. I hold up a finger in her direction, suddenly getting an idea. I need to swing back to the back room and make sure Melissa can accommodate me and my idea. I’m sure she can, though, since money talks and my huge wads of money talk often talk the loudest.

  A few minutes later, I’m back.

  “I have a surprise for you,” I tell Sarah, taking her hand and leading her away from where she was standing, waiting to walk out the door.

  “What is it?” she asks.

  “Let’s just say I bought you again,” I tell her, “For old time’s sake.”

  She laughs. I can tell she likes the idea.

  “Last time you supposedly just bought me for oral sex,” she says. “What’s the prize this time?”

  “Same thing,” I tell her.

  Once we get to the VIP room, I make use of that special closet that definitely exists here just like the one in Boston. I tell her to undress for me and she does. Then I put some hooks on the wall and tie her up to them, from the bench.

  “This is exciting,” she says, and her green eyes glow happily.

  “You’re not supposed to look so happy to be tied up,” I tell her.

  “Oops, sorry,” she says, and pretends to look scared.

  I get down on my hands and knees like she first did for me. I begin licking her clit and then sucking on it. She immediately quivers for me and I begin playing with her nipples.

  “Oh, Adam,” she moans, holding her head back while her legs are spread wide open and tied behind her. She’s spread completely open for me now and she’s can’t get out of it even if she wants to.

  I suck and lightly nibble on her clit until she’s a quivering mess for me, moaning and groaning and calling out my name.

  “Adam, Adam, Adam!” she cries.

  I take off my pants and then untie her. I reposition her so that her hands are tied to the wall.

  “I’m going to take something I’ve never had before,” I tell her.

  “My asshole?” she guesses, her ass cheeks already tightening and flinching.

  “Yes,” I tell her, as I hold tightly onto her hips. “Are you ready?”

  “Looks like it,” she says, nodding to how she’s tied up.

  My sweet, funny Sarah. I’m about to take her anal virginity and I love everything about her.

  I put my head at the entrance of her ass hole just like I did her pussy not too long ago. As I ease my way in, she cries out and tries to move away from me.

  “Not so fast,” I tell
her, spanking her ass cheek. “You need to do what your professor and your fiancé instruct you to do.”

  “Yes, Professor Masters,” she says, relaxing again.

  “Now hold still and let me have my way with your tight little asshole,” I say, as I push myself further into her.

  She does, but she’s panting a bit. I grab hold of her nipples and twist them.

  “Calm down,” I tell her, “and this won’t hurt as much.”

  She relaxes some and leans back into me, as I push myself all the way in. It feels so good to be filling this hole just like I usually fill her pussy.

  “Oh, my God,” she says, leaning back as much as she can onto my chest, before I pinch her nipple.

  “Stay up there where I tied you,” I tell her, looking down at my big cock as it moves into and out of her ass.

  “Yes, Professor,” she answers.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s my naughty, dirty fiancée.”

  I reach around to the front of her and play with her clit as I thrust in and out of her ass hole. She begins dripping all over me, clearly enjoying what I’m doing to her.

  “That feels so good,” she says. “I’m so glad you bought my anal virginity.”

  “I’m so glad I met you,” I tell her, as my cock becomes completely engorged. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  Just then I shoot my cum inside her ass hole as I continue to play with her pussy. She thrashes around with her hands tied up and says, “I’m coming, Adam, I’m coming.”

  “I’m coming too,” I tell her, and when I finish I pull my cock out of her ass and look at the delicious cream pie I’ve left inside her. It drips out onto the bench.

  I push myself up against her ass and whisper into her ear, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You sold me your body, but you stole my heart.”

  She hangs her head down and pants, completely and utterly exhausted.

  “I’m so glad I did too,” she says. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  As I stand up and begin to untie her, she can’t help but get one more joke in.

  “It’ll cost you a pretty penny though.”

  I look down at my pretty green-eyed, funny fiancée, and laugh the laugh she says she loves so much.

  “You’re worth every cent.”

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  Chapter 1 – Jacob

  I needed to get laid. I was on a mission tonight.

  Some might say I have been on a lot of missions lately: I had just hooked up with a girl last night, who had been super into me. After it was done, she asked me for my autograph, and I thought, if that’s all she wants after that blowjob she just gave me, that’s a pretty good deal for me.

  But tonight, I was on the prowl yet again. And I didn’t think anyone could blame me. I hadn’t had an easy time of it lately, so I’d needed the release. I’d needed to find a random stranger to lose myself in for a little bit. Tonight, I need one bad. I just wasn’t sure I’d find one here.

  Batting Cage Sports Bar was exactly the kind of place I didn’t think any of the Florida Sharks football players would go for a night out. It wasn’t the nicest place I’ve been to—although the vibe was great and the alcohol was cheap—but Hanson and Brian insisted on going there.

  I didn’t really get a say though. Since I’d been traded from the San Antonio Bullriders back to the Sharks, I hadn’t been around the local nightclub scene much and didn’t know where else to suggest. So, Batting Cage it was.

  The place was overwhelmingly drab brown in color, with wooden tables and chairs with patent leather seats, raw brick walls, and television screens all around to watch whatever games were showing. Neon lights in the roof above the bar gave it a very distinct feel.

  But to my surprise, as soon as I sat down with the boys and we each had a beer in front of us, I began to feel glad that we had come to Batting Cage. We were among the public, the guys who came to watch our games, not the guys playing with or against us, and it made me feel normal for a change.

  God knew it had been a long time since I’d felt normal.

  I sipped my beer, slowly. We couldn’t get too drunk—we had training every day during the training season, and I had it worse than the others. I had been suspended for a full season, and my fitness wasn’t what it should have been. Getting suspended for your personal life becoming a public debacle makes you fucking despondent, which was exactly what I was.

  I had come to Miami hoping everything would be different. I had a bad name after I had assaulted another player during a game—what would you do if the other player told you he’d fucked your girlfriend?—and I’d been benched for the whole season. When it came time to get back into the game again, it had been easier for management to trade me off.

  Did I feel betrayed, rejected, replaced?

  Yes.

  But I got to come home. I had grown up just outside Miami. I’d studied at the University of Miami and played ball for them before the Bullriders had scouted me.

  Being back in Miami was supposed to feel better than it did, though. Instead of feeling like I was home again, I felt like an outsider, rejected by the team I was supposed to play with, shunned by all the football fans and without any friends left in the city after I’d been away for so long, and after everyone had branded me as a pariah for my past sins.

  I guess they expected me to come crawling back with my tail between my legs. But I wasn’t the crawling or begging type. I was more of the fist-pounding, “I am a successful football player, hear me roar” type.

  My stance had always been that my new teammates could take me—flaws and all—or leave me. So far, it seemed they had mostly chosen to leave me. Still, there was time for them to see the light.

  It was only training season. They had time to get to know me and love me before the real season started. Since people have told me I have a strange fucking charm about me, I was sure that my teammates would see it too. Not to mention that they’d see how I play on the field, which is like a total fucking legend.

  I looked at Brian and Hanson bantering back and forth over their beer. They were tight, and it was easy to tell. The two of them were the most well known duo on the team. The players all had friends, but I got the idea these two were really close outside of football as well. The kind of players that got together with their respective partners and had barbeques on weekends. Hanson was always talking about how much his wife Lacey loved Brian’s fiancée, Sadie.

  Although Brian and Hanson were good friends and seemed nice enough to me compared to other guys on the team, I wasn’t sure I could trust them. They’d invited me out, which was cool, but I still didn’t know where I stood with them. I didn’t know where I stood with any of them, and even sitting here, I didn’t feel like I was part of their team, part of their little party, part of anything at all.

  But I knew that if I was going to have any success—not to mention fun— continuing to play pro football, I’d have to make Brian, Hanson, and the whole team like me. And I had a feeling I could do it, too.

  “What do you think of the team so far?” Brian asked me.

  He was a running back and one of the star players of the team. Hanson was the quarterback.

  I nodded, taking a sip of my beer to give me a chance to think about it. I didn’t want to say something terrible to two of the most dedicated players on the team, but the truth was I didn’t feel like I fit in yet, and that made me uncomfortable.

  “It’s a great team, of course, and I�
�m so honored to be part of a team with statistics as good as the Sharks.”

  Hanson chuckled. “That’s a very diplomatic answer,” he said. “You having any trouble with the players on the team?”

  I shrugged. He’d seen right through me.

  “Not in particular,” I told him, truthfully. “But in general, well, I sense that no one much likes me, which is understandable at this point. I just need some time. To show everyone who I am and what I can do.”

  Hanson and Brian both nodded back at me.

  “I can tell you now,” Hanson said, “when your image takes a dip, the team turns away from you. It’s very hypocritical because we’ve all had bad press at one point or another, but it’s how it is. You just keep on keeping on, and you’ll be fine. Trust me.”

  “Yeah,” Brian added. “We’ve both had issues, and they were both about women. You’re lucky it’s not as complicated for you.”

  I took another sip of my beer and only nodded instead of answering. I didn’t want them to know the full story, that all the drama with the assault charge and the terrible violence on the field—something I’d done because I’d been defending my girlfriend at the time—had been grounded in the truth. She had fucked someone else while we were dating. And it had been that player.

  He hadn’t only gotten into my head, he’d gotten into Marisa’s pants as well.

  Go fucking figure.

  “Lacey was here to straighten me out,” Hanson said. “And the more she tried to fix me, the more trouble I got into. At some point, I thought I was going to lose everything because of women.”

  Brian nodded. “And now, they’re married, and they have a little boy together. It will turn around, trust me.”

  I smiled at them. “Thanks, guys.”

  I had to be polite, but I didn’t like talking about the women in their life. I knew, in general, what their scandals had been about. I’d read about that in the tabloids, just like everyone else.

  But I didn’t like talking about women. I had lost Marisa, not because I was a dick but because she had decided to find someone else’s. Not only had that resulted in my heart being ripped to shreds, but my image had been fucked and my career had been dented so badly, I didn’t know how much was left to save.