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Falling for the Other Brother
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©Copyright Stacey Lynn Rhodes 2013
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2013
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
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This story contains 89 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 9 pages.
Seasoned Women
FALLING FOR THE OTHER BROTHER
Stacey Lynn Rhodes
Book two in the Seasoned Women series
Erica was planning to break it off with Trevor—he was really too young for her, after all. But it’s hard to use that excuse when the man she’s really interested in is Trevor’s twin, Colin.
Her biological clock ticking, a chance conversation leads Erica to Trevor, a former sperm donor, who helps convince her to move ahead with her plans. But he adamantly refuses to be her donor—in fact he’s pulled all his past donations, for a reason he won’t discuss. Their subsequent relationship, while hot, just drives home the different goals the two have.
When Colin returns from overseas, his problem with intimacy still looming large, he never dreamt he would meet his ideal partner in Erica. Only two things stand in their way—her relationship with his brother, and the fact she wants children…the one thing he can no longer provide.
Dedication
To my readers, thanks for all your support.
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Chapter One
A cool waft of air on her shower-warm skin was the only warning Erica received before large hands cupped her bare shoulders. Once she got over her initial surprise, a smile curved her lips. The familiar touch meant that Trevor’s last-minute flight home must have been on time. She was pulled back flush against a hard male body.
Or maybe she should say, a hardening male body.
She gave a little wiggle, bringing their bodies in closer alignment as her favourite rain-shower setting softly pelted them from above, with two slightly more forceful jets massaging from each side.
A muscular and extremely tanned arm reached past her to pluck the hand-held shower head from its holder.
“Picked up a little sun?” she joked. “I see you’ve been working hard.”
Trevor’s deep responding chuckle reverberated in her ear. “I always make time for play. In the Caribbean especially. And the shoot was on the beach.”
As a popular and successful fitness model, Trevor did a lot of cover shoots and spreads for various magazines, as well as demonstrations for equipment. It was one of these demo jobs, evidently staged on a tropical beach, that he had just returned from.
“That must’ve been brutal.” Erica gave a shudder, partly from the thought of the unrelenting sun and partly because, as she watched, Trevor was skimming his hand along her abdomen up to cup her breast. The contrast of her pale skin with his sun-darkened fingers was startling and extremely erotic, and the deliberately light, teasing touch sent a shiver through her.
She felt his shrug. He never complained about the less romantic aspects of his job, but was just happy to be doing what he did. No false modesty or dissembling, he enjoyed using his fit body to make a living.
“It was fine. Not as hot as you might think, just sunny.”
Erica turned within his embrace and gave him a lingering welcome-back kiss. She was torn—glad to see him home early but dreading the conversation she had finally psyched herself up to initiate.
But not yet. Like Scarlett, she’d think about that tomorrow.
Firmly turning her mind from anything remotely cerebral, she instead lost herself in the hedonistic sensation of turning her pleasure over to the sexiest man she’d ever known. She knew the moment he sensed her acquiescence. The hands cruising over her slick back slid purposefully down to cup her buttocks. A satisfied hum in his throat was barely audible but somehow captured her focus.
Wanting to cause that sound again, she mirrored the movement of his hands. She could barely make a dent in his muscular ass, even when she gave a hard squeeze. Squeaking as he playfully returned the favour, the teasing evolved into a wet, sensuous game of follow-the-leader that soon had her panting with desire.
Erica was jarred from her reverie as Trevor abruptly ended the exploration and guided her to sit upon the ledge at the back of the walk-in shower. She jolted as her heated body touched the cool tile.
“Wha—”
“Shh. You’ll see,” Trevor cautioned, smirking as he adjusting the setting on the hand-held shower head from rain to a pulsing jet.
Oh my God. Erica moaned as he directed the spray across her sensitive peaks, twisting as he unrelentingly followed her movements with the almost torturous attention. She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved on, leaving her nipples aching in his wake, and continued upwards to her neck.
This time, her groan was one of utter bliss as she dropped her head forward to accommodate the impromptu massage. “Trev, that’s perfect.”
“Mmm,” he agreed, using the stream to methodically tenderize her chronically tense shoulders into something resembling melty goo.
Just when she’d almost forgotten the sexual tension, he ratcheted it back up by trailing the jet swiftly down her body, glancing across the full slope of her breasts in an almost offhand manner.
He reached down with his free hand to encourage her partially separated thighs farther apart.
Her head snapped up. “Trev…”
“Close your eyes.”
She reluctantly obeyed, also allowing her legs to part wantonly as the firm touch of the spray—feeling much like a questing finger—worked its way lower still. Target reached, the pulse hit squarely on her clit, almost sending her flying off the seat. Trevor moved the water back and forth, strumming across her rapidly engorging nub in a random pattern that left her gasping for air.
“Eyes closed.”
She hadn’t realised she’d opened them, hadn’t been able to focus on anything, but willingly followed the directive without delay as the tension coiling within her zoomed past anything bearable.
Tipping over the edge
in a supernova of pleasure, she arched and writhed, coming as hard as she could ever remember as colours flew behind her lids. This time, when she squirmed away from the spray, it immediately turned to a gentle, caressing shower.
She sensed Trevor replacing the showerhead then gave herself over to his strength as he gathered her still uncoordinated form to his, his erection pressing unabated against her hip. The water ceased and she finally opened her eyes to meet his heated chocolate gaze.
“Wow,” she breathed, still trying to get her heart rate under control. The exhalation ended on a slight laugh. “I’m so glad I gave you a key.”
“Oh, you can still talk?” he parried. “I must not’ve done my job.” He walked her around the corner of the open shower onto the soft bathmat and grabbed a couple of towels. After drying himself in his normal slap-dash manner, he took his time drying her off, then swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom.
“Now, let’s see if I can make you speechless.”
Erica’s orgasm hadn’t left her sated—it had merely amped up her need to the point where she ached to have Trevor inside her. “Speechless sounds like it might take some doing. You know that I talk for a living, right?” Erica had worked hard to get where she was—a reporter for a large city network affiliate—and shy and retiring were definitely not character traits in that line of work. It was one of the things that had initially attracted her to Trevor. He was a comfortable choice for her, as they had similar personalities. Probably not the perfect choice, though, since they tended to burn hot and long together, wanting to go-go-go until they crashed with predictable fiery results.
“Hmm, a challenge. I love those.” And he did. He was competitive that way. She didn’t mind using a big of psychology to get him going. He tossed her lightly onto her bed then crawled up over her with the sinuous strength and grace of a large jungle cat, his muscles bunching and flexing.
God, he was beautiful. Almost too beautiful.
“I love it when you look at me that way.” He nuzzled lightly alongside her breast, abrading her with his whisker growth but not quite touching her puckered nipple. She shifted in frustration then grabbed his head to direct him where she wanted him to go. He sucked the bud between his lips then smiled around her flesh as he lightly scored her with his teeth.
“Fuck. What way?” She was starting to lose track of the conversation. All of her focus was on the man laving her sensitive breasts in turn. He would be leaving marks, she could tell, and they both knew how much of a turn-on it would be for her to look at the results tomorrow in the mirror. “Careful. I might have to wear something with a low neckline this week.”
He obligingly moved from her cleavage and turned his attention to the vulnerable, pale flesh of the side of her breast, near her underarm.
A giggle burst from between her lips. “Stop that!” She squirmed as he pinned her down and worked his way from her ribs to her hip bone. Her mouth went dry as he flashed a hot glance up at her from under his lashes. “Oh yeah.” She thrust her pelvis up as much as she could with him still restricting her movements.
Trevor shook his head chidingly. “Still talking I see. I think I need to change tactics here.”
She moaned as he left her pussy untouched and knee-walked up over her body until he was straddling her chest and arms. He slowly stroked his length a few times before tracing her lips with his cock head.
Erica flattened her tongue and opened her mouth invitingly. He groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
She raised her head enough to take him in and ran her hands up his thighs to his extremely tight ass cheeks, cupping one in each hand to urge him forward.
He gently fucked her mouth as she worked her tongue around him, loving the heaving of his chest as he watched every move. Trev was extremely visual and she tapped into that in their bedroom play. She was used to being on-camera and aware of how she looked, as was he, so when they turned up the effort for each other, it was way hotter than any porn she’d ever seen.
A burst of salty pre-cum on her tongue and his increasingly taut facial expression signalled an end to the playful side of things. She knew from past experience he would need to be inside her any second. As soon as that registered, he pulled out and manhandled her on to her hands and knees.
The crinkle of a wrapper hit her ears as she waited and Erica smiled in satisfaction. It was going to be a fun ride. “Any day now,” she taunted. She was wet with anticipation to the point where she could feel it on her pussy lips.
Without fanfare, he plunged into her, taking her breath away. “How’s that?”
“Good,” she managed.
“Just good?” He set up a rhythm that had her panting to keep up and thinking she might have to start working out harder. Trev adjusted her position a few times to perfectly fit his needs, and hers. He was the most incredible lover she’d ever had. His self-awareness of his body and its potential definitely translated to him using it to full effect.
“Very good?” Physically, things between them couldn’t get better. If only their emotional connection carried the same weight.
Damn it.
She shut off her brain and gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her. He rested one hand on her lower back, just teasing at the top of her crack, and reached under with the other to use her slickness to stroke her clit. Just that little bit was enough to send her tightly-wound body hurtling over the edge.
She gasped as she came hard. Trevor swept her knees out from under her so she was lying flat on the mattress, then he sped up his thrusts a handful of times until he groaned.
“Oh God, yeah.” He held her tight against him as he joined her in completion then rocked slowly in and out, prolonging the sensations for them both. He ended up curled over and around her protectively, lightly kissing her ear, her neck, her hair.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed his attentions. His body was an increasingly heavy weight atop hers and she wriggled until he got the hint and shifted to the side, pulling out. He lay there for a moment then rallied to stand and go back into the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the condom.
She heard the shower come on and knew he would make it a quick one—he liked to go to bed clean, something she agreed with completely. Erica managed to roll over and used the momentum to carry her to standing. She went straight to the shower and entered. Trev shifted to allow her to join him under the water for a quick rinse. No shenanigans this time, both of them just efficiently cleaning up.
“Done?” he asked and she nodded so he turned off the taps and they got out, dried off then went back to bed.
Erica stripped back the covers and they climbed in, each on their own side. She settled back to try to calm her mind, to pause it enough to sleep.
Trev assumed his usual sleeping position on his stomach and she turned her head on her pillow to smile at him. He must be exhausted.
His voice emerged from his pillow as a low rumble. “See? Speechless.”
Erica had to laugh. She was tempted to say something just to instigate, but let it go so he could get some rest. Instead, she patted his sheet covered ass then turned on her side away from him.
He soon settled into sleep, as evidenced by his rhythmic breathing, but she lay there for a long time after, trying in vain to reconcile their relationship in her mind.
Awake with only her thoughts to keep her company, Erica finally gave up on getting her turbulent brain reined in enough to sleep. She slipped carefully from the bed, giving a heavily sleeping Trevor one last fond perusal before stifling a sigh and padding naked to her closet.
She eyed her ‘comfort’ robe and some warm slippers before admitting that it wasn’t just a quick cup of tea she was going downstairs for. After dressing instead in yoga pants and a long-sleeved tee, she grabbed some wool socks and tucked them in her pocket, then descended to the kitchen to fix her drink. The cool wood floor under her feet reminded her autumn was here and bitterly, she couldn’t help but equate that with her own dec
lining fertility.
Not much time left.
Tonight, as always, Trevor had made sure he used protection, driving home the fact that he was not ready for a family. Was adamantly against it. The fleeting thought had occasionally crossed her mind that one of these times the condom might fail, but only in the depths of her secret hopes. Hope that what she’d found with Trevor would somehow morph from a committed relationship into something more long-term. Hope that she would somehow conceive without having to move on and use the final resort she had resisted for so long. Hope that Trevor would change his mind…before it was too late.
Hope he would give to her what he’d once been willing to give to anyone who chose him.
As she sipped her tea, she punished herself with the memories of her first meeting with Trevor and the hopes she’d once had.
Chapter Two
Five months earlier
“I’m telling you, you have no time to lose. Statistics aren’t pretty for gals our age.” Her friend Rhonnie leant forward and braced her elbows on the table. Her café-au-lait complexion thankfully looked a lot less sallow now that her morning sickness had passed. “If you don’t have a friend-with-bennies you can ask to do it, you’ll have to do the sperm bank thing.” She reapplied herself to her mac and cheese.
Erica shuddered as she pushed back an errant lock of hair and looked at her once-appealing Chinese chicken salad. She wished she could trade—that cheesy mess looked really awesome, actually. “It gives me the willies thinking about the kind of guys who donate to something like that. Ego-maniacs with delusions of populating the earth, or guys who can’t get dates on their own and live vicariously through the thought of women dosing themselves with their sperm. No thanks!”
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