Read Stepbrother Studs: Warren: A Stepbrother Romance Online
Authors: Selena Kitt
Stepbrother Studs: Warren: A Stepbrother Romance (4 page)
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, but I thought you trusted me enough you wouldn’t run off in the middle of the fucking night.” He slapped my ass and thrust again. Another slap, and he changed the angle of his strokes.
My arms wobbled, and I dropped my chest to the floor, rubbing my tits on the carpet, delirious now with the need to come.
“Warren. Please, please. Make me come.”
He bent over me, surrounding me, still rutting with his hips, and he slid a finger over my clit. He rubbed fiercely.
I went rigid and screamed. Moments later, he followed, collapsing on me and taking us both to the floor. We lay in a jumble of limbs, gasping for breath.
When he could move, he gathered me in his arms and kissed me. “Will you marry me, Harmony? Be my wife? I love you.”
Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them away. “On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“You can’t ever leave me. Not for a day. If you have to travel, I’ll be there with you.”
“I promise.” He nodded, eyes serious. “I have one condition, too.”
From the deepening of his voice, I knew his request was going to make me smile. “What is it?”
“Our bedroom will be a no-clothes zone. And we never go to sleep angry.”
“That’s two conditions.”
“Then add another stipulation to make us even.”
I reached downward and cupped his dick. “We fuck at least once a day. Even if we’re tired. Even if it’s fast.”
He held out his hand between us, and we shook.
“Do we have to leave right this second?”
His gaze narrowed. “I want it done, Harmony. I want you to be mine. Now.”
“I think you’ll allow a little delay.” I grinned, and then scooted down his body. I had a powerful hunger and endless curiosity. And in the end, he didn’t mind waiting, not even a little bit.
The End
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Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
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I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My
private
journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.
And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.
“Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
“Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
“You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
“Never. For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”
“Or what?”
Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.
My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
“I want it back.” He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard. Was I really going to do this? But I already was, doing it. Now I just had to get him to do it too. “But first you have to spank me like you mean it. I mean… don’t I deserve it?”
I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed. And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair. He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know.
Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m curious. And this feels... good.”
“Me spanking your ass feels good?”
“My bare ass... please.” I nodded.
I wasn’t a virgin. But I also wasn’t very experienced. I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me. Something that wanted his punishment, his control. I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh.
Just the thought was getting me off.
He laid his hand on the curve of my bottom, tentatively, not giving me its weight. Like he was fighting with himself, trying to make the right decision—but he was tempted to give me what I’d asked for. What I deserved.
What I wanted.
What I knew he wanted.