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by Knight, Natalie

  I bite my lip, remembering the sight of his tanned, toned arms and the incredible abs beneath that shirt I wish I could tear off. Now, that’s a real man. He seems like someone who gets his way often, and isn’t used to women refusing him.

  God, I wish I could tell him the truth…but I’m bound to secrecy.

  I try to focus on unpacking but my mind is pulled into a different direction...Kieran’s direction. What do I have to lose by imagining myself with him?

  I deserve a little time to unwind.

  I go to the bed and crawl under the soft duvet. The stress melts away as I lay my head down.

  I think about Kieran, this handsome stranger, going down on me. His head is between my legs and OMG, is it hot. I imagine him devouring me, picture his mouth sucking on my clit like I’m the most delicious thing in the world, his lips glistening with my pussy juices.

  I glide my fingers over my clit just thinking about his mouth on me, circling and teasing my clit the way that I wish his tongue could right now. In my mind, he slides two fingers into me to prepare me for when he fucks me. I’m so wet just imagining it.

  Moaning into a pillow now, I try to contain my exploding desire.

  Then, I go from imagining his mouth on my pussy to imagining so much more.

  He climbs on top of me and spreads my legs wide before unleashing his ten-inch cock. It’s thick and hard, already starting to drip with his own arousal, and I want to lick it off.

  My mouth goes dry as I moan at the thought of him entering me, filling me up and stretching me to accommodate his massive cock. Oh my God, I want the bulge I saw in his pants to be free, the real deal right in front of me so that I can wrap my hands and my lips around him.

  I want him to take me against the wall, on the balcony, in the bathtub, on the grass, in the bed, on the floor...everywhere. Suddenly, I imagine this expansive estate as a checklist of places I want Kieran to ram his cock in me.

  I know I might be moaning loudly, but I don't care because I’m lost in the idea of Kieran, the handsome blonde who stood up to Percy. My lust takes over and I’m an animal giving in to my desires.

  If Kieran would come in here and take me now, then I would be far less opposed to staying here. I start to imagine being married to him instead of his monster brother.

  Because I’m alone and anything is safe in my mind, I imagine Kieran and I at the altar, and then on our honeymoon in some fantasy beach location.

  I am lost in a chasm of euphoria, about to lose my mind and come so fucking hard.

  And then a deep voice interrupts my daydream.

  "I can help you with that, you know?"

  What the fuck?

  I open my eyes, and instead of seeing Kieran, there’s a chiseled, dark-haired man who’s equally as hot. I didn’t know it was possible to be as attractive as Kieran, and now here’s another man that’s so good looking I could almost ride the wave of my orgasm to completion just looking at him.

  His brown eyes are serious and full of mystery.

  I should feel embarrassed about being caught in the act, but for some reason I don't. At first, I think I’m just too far gone with lust.

  Then I realize that maybe I am starstruck.

  I recognize this guy.

  He’s a champion polo player.

  I pause and don't know what to say.

  What a sight I must be, legs splayed open, moaning and rubbing my slippery pussy.

  With no shortage of inspired sass, I say to myself that this is what he gets for walking into my room uninvited.

  Carter

  I'm standing at the door of one of the guest rooms, witnessing the most fucking awesome sight I think I've ever seen.

  She really should've locked the door before going at it, but I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about that.

  I came in to grab some of my stuff but I never expected to walk in and see such a fuck-hot woman like this one sprawled out on the bed, giving herself God knows how many orgasms.

  My cock is hard seeing this beauty touch herself, and I almost resist the urge to say something. But I've already made my introduction.

  She's scrambling to cover herself up and she’s staring at me now.

  "Hey…I know you," she says from underneath the blanket, a crimson color staining her cheeks.

  "Do you follow polo?" I have to admit, I like that she knows who I am.

  "Only you. You're all over the magazines and papers. You're Carter, right? Carter Williams. I would never have dreamed that you're Percy's brother. I mean, geez, you look nothing alike."

  "He's my stepbrother. The relation is by name only."

  "Oh, well,” she mutters, averting my gaze. “I don't know what to say. You really caught me off guard."

  I grin. "I can't say I'm disappointed."

  She's looking at me intently, and she can't seem to tear her eyes away from my statuesque 6'5 frame. Of course I shouldn’t be surprised she’d recognize me. I’m all over the media right now with my recent win in Britain.

  But what I’m not prepared for is how much I want to fuck this girl.

  I wonder who she’s with…is she Kieran's?

  "Who are you?" I ask because I realize that I have no idea who this beauty is.

  "Oh,” she murmurs. “I’m, uh, Percy's wife."

  What the fuck?

  "Percy, as in my stepbrother Percy?"

  "That's the one."

  "But he's..."

  "Gay?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, he's bisexual or something, I suppose," she mumbles.

  "Uh, okay," I say dubiously.

  Sure, people can be bisexual. But not Percy. I don't believe it for a second. Percy's only ever been into men and he's never been shy about it.

  Something else is going on here.

  "Yeah, I'm pregnant," she says flatly.

  "Pregnant?" Okay, now I know this is a joke. Percy must be fucking with me somehow. "What’s really going on? You don't look even one day pregnant.”

  My eyes are scanning her super slim torso that’s peeking out at me from under the duvet. Fuck, I want to run my tongue along the contours of her body and take in all of her flavors.

  "It's kind of a long story." Her cheeks flush.

  "I take it you will tell it to me in full one day."

  "Maybe."

  Her eyes look somber and I try to fathom what her story might be. How did someone as beautiful and sexy as she is end up in this guest bedroom? And married to Percy, of all the people in the world.

  But fuck, I can’t take my eyes off her.

  She’s lying there like a feast that I’d devour in a second. I want to rip the rest of those clothes off her perfect body and welcome her to the family in an up close and personal way.

  I don’t give a fuck about Percy—now that I’ve found her, I want to make her mine. I want to turn her into my sexy little plaything for as long as I can.

  I have a burning need to show her just what she's been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t doing anything in that department—obviously since she’s in here taking matters into her own hands.

  "So who are you anyway? I know you’re Carter, but—"

  "Oh shit, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” I was so distracted that I failed to introduce myself. “So yeah, the name’s Carter, as you already know. I’m John's stepson from his first marriage. Percy and I grew up together."

  "Oh,” she says, running the tip of her tongue between her lips. “So you’re Kieran’s brother?”

  I narrow my eyes. How the fuck does she know Kieran? Has that fucker already moved in on her? I wouldn’t put it past him.

  But before I can reply, she continues with, “Well, I’m Stacy. Nice to meet you."

  She seems displeased at the mention of Percy and I’m determined to find out why. I’m equally determined to know why her face flushed when she said Keiran’s name. But that’s a matter for another time.

  "I have to admit…I’m surprised Percy has a wife. I fin
d it strange that he married you. I know him—I really know him."

  "Yeah well, he's different." She shrugs like she has nothing else to say on the matter. How well does she even know Percy? Maybe I should enlighten her.

  "What do you know about your husband, Stacy?” I ask her, and she looks away from me and out the window. Yeah, she knows exactly who Percy is.

  When we were growing up, Percy was always scheming and deceiving people. He's a master manipulator.

  People always liked me better. Percy had very few friends growing up, and I think he still holds that against me.

  "I know Percy,” she whispers faintly, and then her gaze returns to me. “Why are you here? To say goodbye?"

  "Yeah, I just came here because I needed to pick up a few things."

  "It must be hard…losing him." She gives me a small sympathetic smile.

  My jaw ticks but I can’t deny it’s nice to have someone who seems to actually give a fuck about how I feel.

  "It is hard. He was my stepdad, but was better to me than my real dad ever was. My mom went through so many men and marriages. But John raised me and he always made sure that I was okay. He was a good man."

  "Yeah, he worked with my dad a lot. I always heard good things."

  Okay then, that's how she knows us. At least there's something of a connection there. But I’m still trying to piece together how this girl fits in. Why the fuck is she married to Percy? I just can’t wrap my head around it.

  "I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a father." A flash of something crosses her face but it’s gone the next second.

  "Yeah," I tell her, suddenly feeling myself caught in a moment of pure vulnerability. "It was totally unexpected. He really held everything and everyone together. I don't know how things will operate without him here."

  "I'm sorry you're having to go through that. I’m here, you know, if you ever want to..." She spreads her legs under the duvet, her eyes never leaving mine. "Talk."

  Holy fuck. Hell yeah. I’m so down to…talk.

  I give her a smirk. “How considerate of you. I may just have to take you up on the offer. I haven’t had a good talk in a long time.”

  The decision to accept her invitation is an easy one. I’ll show her everything she’s been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t taking care of her.

  My cock is rock-hard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I see her trying to size up my length and girth. She won’t be disappointed. Not with all ten inches, thick as a fucking coke can stuffed inside her.

  I can't wait to give this girl what she's obviously aching for—a real man between her legs. Percy pales compared to me, and he doesn't even fuck women, so I have no idea what he's doing with her.

  I’m going to find out.

  But it can wait. Because for now, I have to claim Stacy.

  Stacy

  Wrapping up the sheet around me, I cover my naked body and go up to my feet. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I close the distance between me and him and my heart picks up the pace.

  “Hello there,” he whispers, looking straight into my eyes. With a grin—a devilish and sexy one at that—he leans in, and my eyelids droop by instinct. Our lips touch and everything becomes real; I’m really kissing Percy’s stepbrother.

  And he tastes exactly like I imagined he would. His lips are a perfect fit on mine, and as he holds me by the hips, I realize that a kiss is just the beginning.

  We’re going to do so much more than just kissing. And that sounds about perfect.

  “Stacy,” he whispers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I hear my name rolling over his tongue, “I want you…and I’ll have you.”

  I move one hand over his belt and flatten it against his crotch. A grin dawns on his face as he feels the pressure of my hand. I can feel the shape under his pants hardening against my fingers.

  I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, my heart tightening in my chest as I realize that not only is he big, he’s also thick…and when I say thick, I really mean it. It’s almost like he’s hiding a can of Coke inside his pants.

  He pushes me back, one hand still on my waist and the other going to the nape of my neck, and tangles his long fingers in my hair. He only stops when my back is against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I keep my fingers tightly curled around his hard cock and—Jesus Almighty—it seems even bigger than before now.

  I continue, tightening my fingers around his cock and grinning wildly as he grabs my hair, forcing my head back. He lays his mouth on my neck, kissing my skin in a straight line until his lips are on mine again. Pushing his way inside my mouth with his tongue, his kiss grows fiercer and savage, the hand he has on my waist going down over the sheet.

  I grow wetter with each inch his fingers cover, and I feel that sweet anxiety taking over me. The kind of anxiety that makes me so crazy, I could just throw him on top of the mattress and ride him until I collapse.

  Moving his hand under the sheets, he slides it up until his fingers are brushing against my inner thighs. My pussy is so wet that I feel my juices dripping down my legs. With a sudden movement, he flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, his long fingers pressing against my wetness as I gasp.

  I breathe out, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. He starts rubbing my pussy with slow teasing strokes, and my hips start moving by instinct, grinding against his open hand.

  Trailing off, he takes his hand off of my pussy and starts kissing my neck. His lips go down to my chest and, grabbing at the sheet, he pulls it down my body. Pushing the fabric down, he only stops when the sheet is bunched up at my feet, my naked body aching for him.

  I reach for his hair and, grabbing it, I pull him into me. He doesn’t fight back, allowing his mouth to fly straight to between my tits. He kisses me between my breasts, sliding both his hands up my back.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grins, his eyes focused on my tits.

  He looks at me in silence, his eyes taking in the sight of my naked chest, and I do the thinking for him. I grab both his hands and, slowly, place them over my naked tits. I close my eyes as I feel the palm of his hands pressing on my hard nipples, and another moan finds its way out of me when he squeezes my breasts.

  Easing up the pressure, he uses his thumb and index finger to pinch my right nipple, and then he does the same to the left one. I look into his eyes as he does it, biting down on my lower lip as I feel that sweet pain travelling from my tits to brain.

  Without allowing me enough time for a response, he dives into me once more. His lips go over the curve of my right breast, closing in on my hard nipple. Using his tongue, he starts circling it, driving me completely mad.

  I grab his hair fiercely, forcing him to move his mouth straight to my nipple but, this time, he resists me.

  Finally, though, he flicks his tongue against my hard, rosy tip and I let out one quivering moan.

  Moving fast now, he wraps his lips around my nipple and starts sucking harder, battering against my aching tip with the tip of his tongue. With his free hands, he squeezes my right breast, my skin burning up as I succumb to the touch of his fingers.

  He then pulls back from my kiss and looking at me in the eyes, he continues, slowly going down on his knees.

  Without even giving me enough time to prepare myself for what’s about to happen, he just dives into me and presses his open mouth against my drenched pussy.

  I arch my back and, without even knowing what the hell I’m doing, my instinct takes over as I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder.

  With my pussy now perfectly angled, Carter starts sucking me. My skin prickles as I feel his lips on me, and I can barely believe how good it feels.

  A shiver goes up my spine as he brushes his index finger over my drenched folds, and when he starts moving it up and down I can’t help but moan.

  My voice explodes in the silence of my bedroom like a song of pleasure. I thrust my hips against him,
anxious to feel his fingers—and his mouth on me. I bite on my lower lip, my eyes locked on his as I run my fingers through his hair, urging him to carry on.

  He chuckles, and then presses his open mouth against my pussy. I moan even louder than before as he sucks on my inner lips, using his tongue to lap at them.

  Using the leg I have over his shoulder to lock him in place, I start thrusting, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he devours me.

  With my eyelids closed shut, I let my consciousness be dragged down into a world of pure pleasure, each flick his tongue makes against me feels like lightning crashing down on me.

  He keeps going until I can no longer tell if I’m moaning or screaming, my voice just another constant in a sea of ecstasy.

  “Oh, yes, that feels so good,” I tell him, still grabbing at his hair.

  The moment these words leave my mouth, he takes one hand to my pussy and presses his thumb over my clit, immediately moving it viciously in a circular motion.

  I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to take this without coming because—oh, forget about that. I’m going to come now.

  Exhaling sharply, I let a wave of mind-bending ecstasy crash against both my mind and body, every single muscle in me twitching and trembling as my nerve endings become overloaded.

  I start hissing through my gritted teeth, yanking on Carter’s hair and forcing him against my pussy so harshly that I don’t even know if he can breathe. Only when pleasure starts to subside do I let go of him, slowly placing my leg back on the floor.

  He pulls back from me and I force my eyelids open. I can’t help but grin as, looking down at him, I notice my fluids dripping down his chin. I reach for him and, with two fingers under his jaw, I make him get up until he’s on my level.

  I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, driving him across the bedroom. Grabbing his arm, I force him to sit down on the edge of the bed and then climb on his lap, straddling him.