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Chapter 25

Beck

It had been a long day and most of the party guests were still lingering. I’d been watching Jessa flit around in her hot dress all night. We hadn’t had much time to talk to each other. My patience had finally slipped away completely. She was just taking a tray of empty glasses into the kitchen as I snuck in behind her. She was lowering the glasses to the counter as I kissed her shoulder. The fragile glasses clinkered together.

“Almost dropped the tray.” She turned around. I placed a hand on each side of her, trapping her between me and the counter.

“I was thinking you should grab a sweater, and we should take a walk on the beach.” I pressed up against her. “Not many people know this, but lifeguard tower number twenty has a door lock that can easily be opened with a credit card.”

She smiled. “And you know this because . . .”

“Because I’m the one who broke the lock so that it could be opened with a credit card.”

“Of course you did.”

“There is a surprising amount of space in one of those towers. Far more than the backseat of a car. And before you ask, you’ll just have to trust me on that.”

She reached forward and smoothed her hand down the front of my shirt. “Did I mention that Beck Grady in a suit is about the most erotic thing I have ever seen?”

“I know. I’ve got a full-length mirror in my room.”

She laughed and slapped my chest.

“So, about the walk?”

“I’ll get my sweater.”

I waited for her on the sand. She came hurrying out of the side door, pulling her sweater on over her arms. And as I watched her, I knew I was making the right decision.

We walked hand in hand along the sand. The water rippled under the moonlight, and the breeze carried in a salty tang. Talking to her about the accident had been just what I’d needed. For years, Hailey had tried to talk me into bringing it up to Jessa, but I’d avoided the topic. It had been such a source of pain, I never wanted to talk about it. But everything Jessa said had helped alleviate some of that pain, that doubt.

We walked along toward the lifeguard towers. Jessa pushed her hair back and lifted her face to the mist coming in off the water.

I stopped and she looked at me.

I stepped around in front of her. “Jessa, now that I have you, I can never think of being without you. For seven years there has been this empty hole in my heart, and you’re the only person who fits there. It has to be you.” I dropped down to one knee.

Her hand flew to her mouth.

I took hold of her hand and pulled out the velvet box. “Jessa, will you marry me?”

Her shoulders shook with a cry. Her hand still covered her mouth as she nodded. “I will, Beck.”

I put the ring on her finger. Tears streamed down her cheeks. I got up to my feet and took her in my arms. “Seven years was a hell of a long time,” I said.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “But totally worth the wait.”

I pressed my mouth over hers and we kissed as the water from the cove lapped at the shore.

The End

Stepbrother

playboy

Anna Hart

Chapter 1

Tommy

My phone rang as I stepped off the elevator. “Hey, Max.” I pressed my thumb on the security pad. The outer doors to the penthouse opened.

“You home yet, Hawke?” Max asked.

“I will be in about five long steps.”

Max laughed. “Ah yes, the old Maxster’s timing is perfect again. Wait, don’t open your front door yet.”

I stopped just short of punching in the code. “Had a shitty day, Max. Lost a big real estate deal to Flemmings. Not in the mood.”

“Well, then I’m about to help you turn this crappy day around. Tomorrow, my best buddy, Tommy Hawkson, aka Hawke, turns twenty-seven.”

“I already know this, Max.”

“Open the door now. I dropped off your birthday gift an hour ago.”

I tapped in the code, and the door opened. Two beautiful women with nearly identical faces and smoking hot bodies were standing in the center of my living room. One was dressed in a pink colored see-through teddie, and the other wore the same transparent lingerie in lavender.

“Boom!” Max said. “Happy birthday, bro. The twin beauties flouncing around in their tiny, colorful nighties call themselves Rose and Violet. It takes three months to get a date night with one of them. For both, I had to do a lot of negotiating. “

The one in lavender, Violet, I assumed, held up a fuzzy pair of handcuffs.

“You’re a good fucking friend, Max. Holy shit, they brought a trunk of toys.”

“Yep, that was extra. Oh, and they come with special care instructions. Rose loves to be spanked and Violet likes it in the ass. You’re welcome.”

Rose sashayed over. Her ample tits pressed against the paper thin fabric of her teddie, and her clean shaved pussy winked at me through the tiny g-string bottoms. She slid the coat off my shoulders. She started unbuttoning my shirt as Violet worked on my pants.

“Don’t know what the hell I’m going to do to top this for your birthday,” I said. “Triplets maybe.”

Max laughed.

In seconds, Rose and Violet had me naked and my cock at full attention.

“Got to go. I’ve got some amazing fucking birthday gifts to unwrap. And thanks, buddy. I needed this today.” I hung up and pointed at the girl in pink. “I’ve heard that you were a very naughty girl. And my birthday is not until tomorrow, so today, I get to do the spanking.”

She smiled coyly at me, completely in contrast to the tiny nightie and the reality of what I was about to do to her. To both of them.

“Grab your toys, girls, and come this way.” I motioned for them to follow me to the bedroom. My massive bed was positioned in the center of the room. It was surrounded by a great view of the city. On the walls without windows, I’d had floor to ceiling mirrors mounted. I fired up my sound system for some mood music.

Some men were addicted to liquor or cocaine or fast cars. I loved all those things, but my true drug of choice was women. Couldn’t get enough of them. And I loved giving them what they liked, giving them whatever it was that made them scream ‘fuck yeah’. The only thing I hadn’t given out was my heart, and I doubted it would ever happen. Falling in love would just complicate things and fuck up my addiction to women. I just wasn’t ready for rehab yet.

Violet very helpfully handcuffed her pink friend to the bedpost. I’d had it custom made, complete with special notches added for extra fun. I loved to make money, but I was all about the fun. Especially when it involved hot pussy.

Rose’s plump round ass cheeks jutted out around the pencil thin panty string dividing them. Violet got down on her knees next to her partner and called me toward her with a curl of her long, white finger. I stood in front of her with my feet slightly apart, and being a professional who liked to get right down to business, she cupped my balls with her velvety soft hand. With her other hand, she took a firm hold of the base of my cock. Her plump lips went right to work milking my cock.

Her twin moaned softly as she stuck her ass out in a silent plea for me to spank her. I answered her plea with a stinging slap. She cried out in pleasure. With an expensive call girl, you never could tell for sure if it was an act. But this girl, in her rosy pink lingerie, that now matched her rosy pink ass, seemed to be getting off on the spanking.

Violet was highly skilled with her tongue and lips, and fuck, her throat was deep. She took in as much of me as she could, all the while stroking my balls with her free hand. Rose watched in the mirror as my hand drew back and spanked her again.

“Again,” she begged. “You are making so wet.” She spread her legs to prove it. I reached between her legs, and sure enough, she was slick with moisture.

“I’m certainly not going to deny you your erotic little punishment, sweetheart.” My hand smacked her tender white flesh again, leaving it pink with a handprint.

I reached down and pulled Violet’s mouth from my cock.

“Are you not pleased?” she asked, blinking up at me with disappointment.

“Oh yes, very pleased. Too pleased. Not ready to end this yet.” I reached down and traced my thumb around her mouth. “Now, I’ve heard rumors that someone in this room likes a little ass play. Or a lot. I can do either.”

Violet’s moist lips broke into a grin. She stood up and walked over to her trunk of tools. She pulled out a bottle of lubricant, a condom and a dildo. This was about to get fucking interesting. I was going to owe Max big time. I’d had a shitty day. This morning I’d lost an account to my arch enemy. This was a much better half of the day.

The exceptionally helpful Violet rolled on my condom. After the mighty fine blow job while simultaneously getting to deliver a nice spanking to a beautiful ass, my cock had grown hard as rock. It was waiting for more.

Violet lubed up the dildo and looked over at Rose, poor little Rose, still bound to the bedpost with her pink ass and her exceptionally wet pussy.

Violet handed me the bottle of lubricant. She knelt down behind Rose and spread her partner’s legs. Rose cried out as Violet pushed the vibrating dildo into her pussy. Then she winked at me over her shoulder as she put one hand on the ground to brace herself. She was on her hands and knees and waiting, politely, to be fucked in the ass. I complied. It was my damn birthday, after all.

The lubricant rolled down into the tight, puckered hole. My lavender present mewled erotically as I shoved my finger inside her to ready her for my cock. From behind, I had an amazing view of Rose’s swollen pussy as Violet fucked her with the vibrator. I held firmly to Violet’s hips and slowly pushed down, filling the tight little space with as much of my cock as she could accommodate.

I glanced into the mirror at the chain of fucking we had going on. I prided myself on lasting long and making sure everyone ended with satisfaction, but as my cock drove into her ass, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Yep, it wasn’t going to be easy to outdo this birthday present. That was for damn sure.

Chapter 2

Dani

Axel reached clumsily between us to stroke my clit, but I was past the point of pleasure. I just needed him to finish. Lately, our sex had disintegrated into moments of
meh
fucking, that ended with him being the only person satisfied. The higher his band’s fame and Youtube views went, the more the world centered solely around him. In the past few months, a record contract and a slew of new fans had morphed the hot, smooth-voiced man, who I’d fallen for and even accepted an engagement ring from, into a self-centered egomaniac.

The old Axel, the before Youtube fame Axel, had never cared about his hair or his clothes. All he cared about was his music. Worn jeans and a faded t-shirt were part of his everyday uniform, and I loved him looking tattered and sexy. But these days, he couldn’t pass a mirror, or even a highly polished stainless steel refrigerator, without checking his hair.

He pumped his cock to orgasm and then collapsed next to me as if he’d done a marvelous, bang—up job. “Sorry, babe,” he grunted. “I tried.”

No, you didn’t,
were the words floating in my head, but I didn’t say them aloud. Mostly because I just didn’t give a damn anymore. We were drifting apart. His success was changing not only his lifestyle, but it was changing who he was. I was having a hard time seeing a place for myself in Axel’s heart now. And he was definitely losing his place in mine.

He reached over to his phone, an appendage that he was rarely without these days. With social media alight with Steel Wire, the newest rising stars in the music world, his phone never stopped buzzing.

He read a text, leaned down to kiss me on the forehead and jumped out of bed. “Are you coming to the recording session?”

“I suppose. Since I’ll be leaving soon, I guess we should spend more time together.”

He walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink. “How long will you be gone?” he called over the sound of water. I’d only told him a hundred times that I’d be gone for two weeks. I didn’t answer.

I got up, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A year ago he would have followed me in. Back then, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but now, I would probably make up some excuse for him to get out. Those days of sex whenever and wherever were over. For a long time, I’d convinced myself that it was just because we were so familiar with each other now. We’d grown like an old married couple who planned things instead of jumping into bed when the urge hit us. Now sex only happened if it worked into our schedules and we weren’t too tired. We were both working a lot. We were both always tired.

But then, one day, a grim reality hit. I’d been home for a few hours watching a sexy romantic comedy by myself. I was definitely not tired and definitely in the mood when Axel walked in to the house. Something clicked right then. As much as I’d wanted sex at that moment, I hadn’t really felt like making the effort to seduce him. It wasn’t just familiarity or being too tired from work, I was growing tired of Axel. I should have been thrilled to see his career take off. Instead, I longed for the quiet days when we’d had no money and we’d eat boxed macaroni and cheese in front of our fuzzy television set. But I wasn’t ready to give up on us yet. I’d put a lot of time and effort into the relationship, and I was never a quitter.

Axel popped his head into the shower. He didn’t even take the time to smile appreciatively down at my naked, soapy body, something he would have done just a few months ago. It seemed he was growing away from me as well. “How long are you going to be, Dani?”

“You go on ahead. I’m on-call for an hour to answer patient questions, so I need to stay by my phone. I’ll drive over separately.”

***

In between taking calls about persistent coughs, high fevers and unexplained rashes, my mom cut in to give her usual two cents worth. Even though it was just a saying, it really was the true value of her advice. She knew I wasn’t terribly happy in my relationship anymore, but she was also all about financial security, something that Axel would finally have. She was thrilled with the idea of my cushy, glamorous life as a rock star’s wife. She’d even, more than once, suggested I give up my job as a nurse practitioner. I’d disappointed her by not going all the way and becoming a doctor where I could eventually live in Beverly Hills and perform tummy tucks on chubby, middle-aged women. She’d always envisioned herself benefitting from my possible future as a plastic surgeon.

“What’s this text about you going out of town for a few weeks?” she asked.

I hesitated, trying to come up with a good story. “Yeah, uh, a rich woman has hired me to go along as a nurse on her vacation. It will be nice to get away.” I couldn’t tell her that the rich woman was Maggie Hawkson, her ex-mother-in-law. Although, Maggie wasn’t really an ex. Mom’s husband, Kenneth Hawkson, had died of a stroke just two years into their marriage. It had been his second marriage and my mom’s third. She’d married again, for a fourth time, just a year later. Which was the main reason I placed the value of her relationship advice at just two pennies.

“But what about Axel?” she asked.

“What about him? He’s a big boy. He knows how to dress himself and everything. Although lately, much like a four-year-old, Axel’s taste has been questionable.”

“Don’t be such a smartass, Danica. I’m serious. He’s climbing to stardom fast, and if you don’t hold on, you’re going to lose him for good. Some cute little groupie or super model is going to get their claws in him and then it will be good-bye mansions and boats and big jewelry.”

“Yes, because all of those things have always been such a big priority for me. Shit, Mom, sometimes it’s like you don’t know me at all. To see your kid, just look in the mirror and then think completely opposite thoughts and desires. That’s me.”

I glanced down at the tiny diamond chip on my engagement ring, a ring Axel had bought when we were still scraping quarters together for laundry. He’d tried recently to replace it with a two-karat platinum ring, but I’d told him there was no damn way. I loved my little diamond chip. It reminded me of sleeping on a mattress in the middle of our shabby apartment, overlooking the parking lot and the garbage bin.

“Marrying into money is not such a terrible thing, Dani. I can think of worse.”

“Really? You’ve done it four times and I’ve never seen you truly satisfied with your life.”

She huffed dramatically. “That’s a terrible thing to say. I made sure you and your brother always lived in nice houses and had nice things.”

“The keyword there is
houses
, Mom. We lived in so many places and with so many different stepfathers and step siblings, we never felt like we belonged anywhere.”

“Well,” another loud huff followed. “I’m sorry I was such a lousy mother.”

Guilt. As expert as my mom was at landing rich men, which being exceptionally beautiful and charming, she did easily, she was even more skilled at making me feel guilty. “You were a great mom. You just weren’t a great wife.”

“That’s not fair. I would still be with Kenneth if he hadn’t died so suddenly.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I said with little conviction.

Husband number three, Kenneth Hawkson, had been a successful stockbroker whose idea of mixing it up was to wear navy blue socks instead of black for a day. He’d never had the energy, charm or enthusiasm for life to keep up with my mom. I’d spent my teens, my most formative years, flitting around his austere estate, trying to figure out how I even belonged in the place and trying even harder to avoid the ridiculing glare of my stepbrother, Kenneth Junior. And in between, I had to endure constant teasing from my stepbrother Tommy, who took pure pleasure in reminding me that I was too skinny and had ‘no tits for a guy to grab onto’. He’d even come up with the nickname Twiggy after the 1960’s model who was famous for being too thin.

By husband and new home and situation number three, my brother, Derek, was eighteen. He’d grown weary of switching hometowns and jumping through hoops to please the newest version of stepfather. Ignoring my pleas for him not to abandon me, he enlisted in the army. He’d had a military career ever since.

“Mom, I’ve got another call coming in. I’ll come see you before I head out of town. Love you.”

“All right.” She sighed. “Love you too.”

I was relieved to get her off the phone so easily. I looked forward to getting away. I was going as a nurse on a luxury yacht. Maggie Hawkson, my step grandmother, was the only person in the Hawkson family I had ever liked. She’d always made it clear that she didn’t care for my mom, but we’d gotten along splendidly. She was an eccentric, continuously happy woman, who, contrary to the austere, conservative decor of the Hawkson mansion, always wore wildly colorful and flowing dresses. Her arms and neck were always weighted down with giant baubles of custom jewelry, even though I knew she owned the good stuff too. She’d always let me play dress up with her jewels and makeup.

Yep, Maggie was cool. I hadn’t kept in touch with my stepbrothers, but Maggie, or Nana as everyone called her, and I still talked, mostly on the phone. She didn’t care for email. Occasionally, I heard about my stepbrothers. It was, of course, information that’d been filtered through their highly opinionated grandmother. According to Maggie— Kenneth was doing a fine job filling his grandfather’s and father’s shoes running the family business, but she was sure he needed to eat more fiber because he always looked constipated. And Tommy, who was her obvious favorite, was still the same rebellious, woman chaser, and she worried he might never find true love.

Maggie was a hardcore romantic and a bit of a rebel herself. She was the one who’d taken me to get a tiny band of stars tattooed on my wrist when I was sixteen. My mom of course blew a fuse. I was pretty sure making my mom mad was part of what had motivated Maggie to take me.

Between my mom’s constant phone calls and my confusion about the direction my relationship with Axel was headed, two weeks out on the Caribbean with Maggie sounded divine.