Stepbrothers Undone: 15 Book Hot Erotic Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  When he pulled up outside our family home he didn’t look at me. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed that he didn’t want to talk about what happened. True I’d been fantasizing about Grayson since I was fifteen but I’m not some kind of deviant. He was my stepbrother and ever since our parents married we’d been brother and sister in every way but blood. Outside of fantasy I’d never actually considered being with him.

  Finally I found a safer topic. “Will you be coming to Daddy’s Birthday dinner?”

  If anything his knuckles tightened on the wheel. I sometimes wondered if he minded me calling his father, daddy. Harvey may not be my real dad but he’d been more of a father to me these last five years then my real dad ever was. I still remember that day when I was fourteen, calling him daddy, just once, just to feel the word in my mouth, needing to show him in some way how much he meant to me.

  I’d been looking at my feet, afraid of the frown or worse the sympathy. But when I finally looked up at his kind, middle-aged face, the face that had won my mother’s heart and hand, there were tears in his eyes. He scooped me up into his arms and hugged me so tight and by the end we were both laughing and a little teary. He was daddy from that day onwards.

  Did Gray resent the fact that Harvey loved me like a daughter? Sometimes when I caught Gray’s eye over the kitchen table or over Daddy’s shoulder when I was hugging him goodbye I caught this frown that made my chest ache. Was Gray angry at me or at his dad?

  “Please come,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Your dad hasn’t seen you in months. He might not say the words but I can tell he misses you. Sometimes I see him looking at pictures of you and he looks so sad.”

  “I know!” Gray snapped then swore under his breath when I jumped back. “I’m sorry. Things are always going to be—complicated between me and Harvey. That’s not your fault.”

  I gave him an impish smile, tipping my head to look into his eyes. “So you’ll be there? I can tell Mum and Dad you promised?”

  He breathed out a sigh and dropped his head to the steering wheel. “Fine. I’ll be at Harvey’s fucking birthday dinner. You happy?”

  “Yes,” I chirped and grinned at him.

  He just rolled his eyes but there was no missing the way his lips twitched.

  Feeling reckless I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned closer to brush a kiss over his cheek. I felt him go very still and saw his knuckles tighten again on the wheel, but I couldn’t resist. As my lips brushed feathery soft over his prickly cheek I let my breast press against his arm, the thin line of my blouse the only barrier between his muscular arm and my erect nipple.

  “Thanks, big brother,” I whispered, the words coming out a breathy purr.

  In the next second I hopped out of the cab and didn’t look back even when he slammed the truck in gear and shot back out onto the street

  Chapter Three

  By the time I got into the house and kissed Mum on the cheek, my phone was vibrating again. I pulled it out of my pocket and closed my door before putting it to my ear.

  “Breathe, Melissa,” I said in greeting and smiled as I listened to her actually taking a couple of breaths. “Long story short, he’s my stepbrother Grayson.”

  “You’ve complained about him plenty over the years, but you neglected to mention a pretty fucking important fact.”

  “He’s hot.” I rolled my eyes. “Trust me I know.”

  The phone went silent for long enough that I checked to make sure it was still on.

  “Holy shit,” her words were so quiet I had to strain to hear them. “He’s the reason why you’re not interested in any of the boys in our class.”

  There was no point denying it.

  “Have you—has he...”

  “No!” I snapped. “He’s my brother.”

  “Stepbrother.”

  “It still counts, we’ve been a family for five years. I call his father, Dad, and he might not call my mother, Mum, but he thinks of her that way.” I fell back on my bed and let out a long sigh. “It would just be wrong and it would feel wrong. I love him as my brother, if anything—happened—nothing would ever be the same. I’d lose him.”

  A beat of silence passed before she spoke again. “Sooo, if you’re not going to—you know—does that mean...”

  “No.” I cut her off before she could finish. “School and soon college are littered with boys. My brother, Gray, is off limits, out of bounds, protected, barred.”

  The phone was silent again.

  “Goddamnit, Mel, I can feel you smiling. Stop it.”

  Her responding giggle fit made me roll my eyes.

  “Okay, well, I’m going to hang up now,” I said.

  “No, wait! It’s only because I love you. Do you promise to tell me first if anything does happen?”

  I was laughing when I ended the call and dropped my phone on the bed beside me. Laying back on the plush pillows I let my eyes close and immediately I could feel Grayson’s large hand covering my mouth, that thick finger slipping between my lips. Only in my mind I bit down, just a little and sucked a little more.

  I imagined those hands slipping into my panties, those fingers feeling how slick and hot he made me, gently parting my folds and one long thick finger easing into my tight virgin slit.

  My whole body shivered with arousal and I had to pull the corner of my pillow into my mouth to muffle my moan as my own fingers imitated what I imagined.

  In my mind he gave me that cocky lopsided grin, telling he knew I loved this as he slowly pumped that finger in and out of my pussy, stroking my clit with his rough padded thumb.

  I know it’s wrong. I can never be with him and besides, he’d never shown that he thought of me as anything other than a kid sister. I knew he loved me, and he was seriously protective of me, but he didn’t want me. But even though I knew all this, my fingers still rubbed and stroked and circled furiously in my panties.

  I remember that first moment when I started seeing Gray as more than my brother, when I had my first real sexual fantasy about anyone.

  I was fifteen and Craig and I had been dating for about a month. He was seventeen and I’d felt so special catching the attention of an older boy. That night we’d gone to the movies and had dinner after and we were finishing with a major make-out session in his car.

  He’d pulled up outside my house, unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me to him. The move was so dominant and sure I’d been powerless to say no, even if I’d wanted to. I could kiss him all day his forcefulness and surety never failed to make me feel warm and tingly.

  But this time, kissing didn’t seem to be enough for him. It started with a hand on my boob, that felt nice but then his other hand slid between my thighs and he started pulling roughly at my panties.

  “Craig, stop,” I said, pushing against his chest. “I don’t want to do—that. Not yet and not here.”

  His response had been a rough, impatient, “SHH. Shut up. I fucking earned this.” And he started pushing be back on the seat.

  “Stop it!” I was getting scared. “I said no.”

  “Shut up!” he hissed in a voice I didn’t recognize. His face was flushed and eyes were wide and ... excited. “If you scream the whole street will see you like this.” He started unbuckling his belt, panting now as he stared down at my white panties. “Do you want everyone to see what a slut you are?”

  I barely had time to shake my head, there were tears slipping from the corners of my eyes and sliding down the sides of my face. But in the next moment his door was wrenched open and Craig let out a piercing squeal as he was ripped off me and thrown onto the grass.

  Stunned, I sat up and quickly fixed my dress before I’d grasped what was happening. Craig was on the ground and my big brother Grayson was standing over him.

  “What the fuck, man?” Craig yelled, climbing to his feet.

  Gray didn’t say anything. His teeth were bared and he growled something indecipherable before punching Craig in the face hard enough that I felt the i
mpact reverberate through the air.

  He reached down, grabbed Craig but the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. Turning the bruised and bleeding Craig to face me, Gray spoke softly but there was no mistaking the threat. “I believe my sister said no.”

  Craig’s eyes got wide. “Fuck. Aw, mate, I didn’t know she was your sister.”

  At that Gray tipped his head to the side, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Do you think I would be okay with you raping her if she was a stranger?”

  “No, I...” Craig’s face flushed, his expressions shifting between anger and fear. “I wasn’t going to rape her—I was just. Fuck, mate. What would you do? It’s been a month and her legs are locked at the knees.”

  He’d barely gotten out that last nasty word before Gray punched him again, hard, and again, and again. It was like he’d just lost it. Craig had stopped fighting and was curled up into a ball, shoulders shaking. I think his was crying. But Gray just kept kicking, letting out angry grunting growls with every swing of his heavy booted foot.

  “Gray, stop!” I finally screamed. “He’s had enough.”

  Gray looked at me then like he was seeing me for the first time. He was breathing hard, his wide tanned chest rising and falling roughly under his bloodstained white singlet. And he was shaking, shaking so hard I thought he might break.

  Three strides brought him right up in front of me and I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer size and strength of him. His huge hands with the bruised and grazed knuckles cupped the sides of my throat, his thumbs dragging back and forth across my jawline.

  “Did he hurt you?” his voice rasped like he’d been screaming and I knew he was asking so much in those few words.

  “No. He didn’t hurt me. I’m okay, Gray.”

  He stared into my wide blue eyes; his almost charcoal black. Breathing hard, so close. My whole body felt hot and for one insane moment I thought he was going to kiss me. And in that moment I knew I wanted him too.

  Instead he pulled me into his arms and held me tight, still panting, and stinking of sweat and blood and beer, his chest rubbing against my suddenly erect nipples in a way that sent heat and wetness down to my suddenly aching pussy. I thought I’d felt excited at first with Craig but that was nothing compared to this ache, this need.

  His lips brushed my hairline and my whole body trembled.

  “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, baby sis.”

  I was yanked back to the present when my climax hit hard, a wave of sweetness exploding from my pussy and making me moan through where my teeth were biting into the pillow.

  God, how wrong was it that I climax thinking about my brother beating the shit out of someone?

  Chapter Four

  “He promised he’d be here,” I said, checking my watch for the umpteenth time tonight.

  “I’m sure something important just came up,” Harvey said, that kind understanding smile making me even angrier. How can Grayson keep doing this to his father? I understand that they have some issues but Daddy was doing everything to breach the chasm, couldn’t Gray even come half way?

  “Something’s gonna come up,” I muttered. “Like my foot up his ass.”

  “Carly!” My mother scolded, but only halfheartedly. “How about we order and if he arrives late we can all enjoy dessert.”

  I smiled and nodded but I knew Grayson wasn’t going to arrive late, he just wasn’t coming. We gave the waiter our orders and when he both Mum and Harvey ordered a jag of water I looked frowned, confused.

  “But it’s Daddy’s birthday. Don’t you want to have Champagne?”

  Harvey coughed and suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

  “Not tonight, dear,” Mum said, her tone suddenly impatient.

  Harvey smiled, a bit too wide. “It’s alright,” he said. “I’m fine with my cola.” He holds up his glass and takes a bit of an overenthusiastic gulp.

  The rest of the meal was hushed and sort of tense. I could tell that Harvey was more broken up about his son not showing for his birthday dinner then he was letting on. Every movement he made felt overly deliberate, as though he was struggling to control his hands. I took a sip of my water and told Mum how nice it was but the tight smile she gave me made me feel like insects were crawling under my skin. Did I do something wrong?

  But driving home after dinner things felt immediately lighter. Mum and Dad laughed and chatted easily and I wondered if they’d been arguing about something earlier and that was why things were so tense but somewhere over dinner they’d worked it out. It’s clear that Gray not showing had hit a nerve but I was happy to see Dad smiling again.

  Mum and Dad suggested going to a movie, but I had other ideas so I made up something about having an exam to study for and they dropped me home before speeding off again.

  I didn’t go inside and I had no intension of studying tonight. Instead I went to my own car, and started it up.

  I knew exactly where Gray was, and I was going to tell him exactly what he could do with his stubborn, pigheaded attitude.

  It took about 20 minutes to drive to Mickey’s Bar and I pull into the single remaining space in the parking lot. Usually it was just bikes. It’s actually an exclusive club for the Loki Raiders, a motorcycle gang Gray joined a few years ago. The dirty sign out the front said as much and tacked to the side was a banner announcing that tonight was Ladies Night.

  So, not huge stretch to imagine why Gray blew off his father’s birthday. Who needs family drama when you can get laid with your boys? I clenched my teeth against the sharp stab of jealousy. Was he in there right now with some girl? I shook my head, this wasn’t about me and my very wrong feelings. This was about him blowing off his dad, again.

  Instinctively I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. My usually straight black hair was a mess of corkscrew curls, framing my face and flowing like water over my shoulders. I was wearing a little more makeup then I usually like but my smoky eyes matched the dark red lipstick so perfectly I couldn’t help a naughty smile.

  I glared at my reflection. “You are not going in there to seduce your stepbrother.” The words were flat so I tried again, louder this time. “You are not going in there to seduce your stepbrother.”

  I got out and straightened my dress. Damn, I should have changed first. Since it was daddy’s birthday, I’d gone shopping for a new dress. Totally didn’t have anything to do with the fact that I thought Gray would be there.

  I’d known the dress was perfect the moment I saw it. A dark red halter dress that hugged my curves and clashed against my ivory skin, with a skirt that dropped just above my knees. It was made of material so light it was like I wasn’t so much wearing it as it was floating against me. The black heels matched my hair and when I’d stood in front of the mirror earlier today I’d felt like I was looking at a stranger. No longer an awkward teenager but instead a woman.

  Taking a breath I straightened my spine and started striding towards the club. The smell of cigarette smoke and stale beer mingled with the ground-shaking music and made my stomach flip with something close to excitement.

  Chapter Five

  My confidence drained out the second I swung open the door and stepped into the bar. In that instant twenty sets of alcohol glazed eyes turned my way and looked me over. Twenty guys took their time checking out my cleavage and my legs while the few women glared daggers at me.

  The man behind the bar, I guess he was Mickey, grinned at me. “Hey there, love,” he said. “This is a private bar. You need to be a member or an invited guest if you wanna drink here.”

  He was tall, broad and leather-clad like all the guys in there. His brown hair was still thick but heavily streaked with grey and the stubble around his jaw was greying also.

  “The sign outside said it’s Ladies Night.”

  “And it is. Tonight only, ladies drink free.” This was followed by a cheer from a few of the women around the bar. “But you still need an invite.”

  “I was invited.” The wor
ds were out before I could stop them or think about the consequences. “Grayson invited me.”

  Mickey’s eyebrows shot up. “Did he now? You’d be the first, if it’s true.”

  I just shrugged and gave him a smile, walking with more confidence then I felt and perched myself on a bar stool. I was very aware of the multiple sets of eyes watching my every movement, and by the way the barman looked over my shoulder I could tell he was aware too.

  His lips thinned for a moment but finally he just shrugged and might have muttered something like, “Your funeral, love.”

  He served two older bikers, one with his arm around a woman who looked at least forty wearing a skin tight black slip dress over her skeletal frame. Large boobs pushed against the front and bulged from the low cut neckline and her hair was a virtual waterfall of dark auburn curls.