Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection (11 page)

Chapter 26

Luke

It was the middle of the night, and for a second, I wondered if I was really holding McKenna in my arms or if it had been a dream. Then she stretched, and her perfectly round bottom rubbed against me. My cock hardened instantly. I pulled her back against my chest. She wriggled in my arms to get closer.

“Hmm,” she said softly, “you’re warm.”

“Trust me, darlin’. I passed warm seconds ago.” My hands smoothed over her perfect breasts. As she pushed her nipples against the pressure of my hand, she pressed her ass against me. My cock pushed against the soft, smooth flesh of her ass.

“You’re right,” she said. “Warm was the wrong word.” My hands drifted down to her pussy and a soft, seductive mewl curled from her lips.

“Sorry to wake you, Slick. But I have to have you again.”

She sighed. “If you must, then it is my duty to comply.”

My hands slid into the slippery moisture already pooling between her legs. “I’m glad you see it my way.” I pulled her ass toward me, and with no more warning than a low growl from my throat, I pushed inside of her.

Her gasp was lost in the darkness of the room. I pushed my fingers against her clit, holding her steady against me as I drove into her. She met my almost punishing thrusts by jutting her ass out harder. “By the way, Slick,” I growled and pushed into her again. She gripped the sheets for support. “Since you’re being compliant, I’ll hear no more talk about you leaving me.” I impaled her again, wanting to invade her completely, wanting never to pull my cock from her. “You’re mine, McKenna. Say it, baby.” My cock throbbed inside of her and her sweet sheath closed tight around me. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

She cried out. “Yes!” She met my thrusts with her own. We were in perfect rhythm. Two people meant to be together. “Yes, Luke, I’m yours. Forever!” Her soft scream floated to my ears, and I spilled my hot seed inside of her.

My arm dropped around her, but I stayed inside of her wanting to feel her pussy for a moment longer. “Just as long as we’ve got that cleared up,” I said.

Once our breathing had slowed, and the heat of our skin had cooled, she spun around in my arms. She placed her hand on my face and kissed me. Then a sweet smile curled her amazing lips.

“Just to be clear,” she said, “this whole compliance thing comes with the horses, right?”

I laughed and kissed her. “I think we can include them in on the deal. After all, I am your stepbrother, cowboy.”

Stepbrother

Fighter

Anna Hart

Chapter 1

Beck

Roy flashed a grin. Blood seeped from the hole left behind by the front tooth that had flown past me right after my jab. Shit like that didn’t bother him. Roy was like a giant slab of clay. You could punch, roll and dent him but he wouldn’t feel a damn thing, a trait that helped him a lot in the octagon.

“Dude, you are fucking ugly enough when you’ve got teeth. Find that sucker and shove it back in. You might be able to save it.” I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm. It was the Thursday before Memorial Day, and most everyone had left town for the weekend. There had been no one to spar with except Roy. I was a middleweight and Roy was at the top of his heavyweight class, so stepping into the octagon with him was another stupid decision in a life that was fraught with bad fucking choices. But I’d needed to blow off some steam before heading to the coast, and Roy was looking for someone to pulverize. I wasn’t sure if it was the mood I was in knowing I’d be facing the family this weekend or just the fact that Roy’s size made him slow, but I seemed to be doing all the pulverizing.

Roy swept his big head around, a string of red spit circled around with it. “Don see i’,” he mumbled over a mouthful of blood.

The office door opened and shut. Tansy, the daughter of the gym’s owner and a female fighter, came out with her hands tucked into her back pockets, giving a nice push to her cleavage that hardly needed pointing out, especially in the skin tight, low cut shirt she was wearing.

I walked to the side of the cage. “Haven’t seen you in awhile. How’s that beast you hang out with?”

She peered up at me with her round blue eyes. “Rocky and I split up.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Me too,” she said. “I’m horny as shit. The guy was an asshole but he was a damn good fuck.”

“Yeah? Damn good?” I crouched down.

She wrapped her long fingers around the cage wire and brought her glossy lips closer.

“Then exactly where do I fall in your rating system?” I asked. Tansy and I had dated on and off but nothing serious.

“You, Beckett Grady, have your very own scale.” She pushed her tits against the cage. “Mindblowing, that’s what it’s like fucking you.”

Roy lumbered over to the side of the ring and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, breaking the hot moment between Tansy and me. “Jeezus, Beck, stick your cock through that cage and let her blow you so we can get back to sparring.”

Tansy straightened and scowled at him. “Still the charm, Roy. By the way, that gaping hole looks good on you.” She glanced over at the spray of red spit on the floor. “And you’re mopping that shit up. My dad already left for the weekend, and I’m closing in an hour. So, both of you hurry up.” She grinned up at me. “You in town for the weekend? Thought we could get together.”

“Now, Tansy, you know things never turn out well when we
get together
. Besides, I’ve got to head out to my old man’s place. My little sister, Hailey, is graduating from law school.”

She nodded. “Impressive.”

“Yeah, just one more thing for my dad to use to remind me that I’m a major disappointment to him.”

She laughed. “You’re making seven figures a year just on goddamn endorsements. What else does he want?”

“Having a son who’s a pro fighter never fit into his life’s plan.”

Tansy shook her head. “Well, I’ll let you two finish.” She walked away and knew damn well I would watch her. She glanced back over her shoulder at me. “That’s right, baby, you just said
no
to that fine ass. You’ll regret it later.”

I groaned in disappointment as she slipped into the office and shut the door behind her.

The second I turned back around, Roy was on me. He’d recuperated from the blow to his mouth, but I hadn’t recuperated from Tansy’s extremely erotic walk back to the office. If Roy had been a dragon there would have been fucking flames shooting out of his nostrils. We met in a clinch, and it didn’t take him long to gain control. I was better at quick moves, but in close quarters, his weight advantage gave him the edge. His gladiator sized arms went around me and my face met the mat with a slapping sting. He’d obviously taken the tooth loss harder than I’d realized.

His massive body came down next to mine, and he had me in a leg lock. The side of his meaty clenched fist came down right between my shoulder blades. The last thing I needed was to walk into my dad’s house looking like a human punching bag. It would be fuel for his fire. I smacked the mat three times. With some reluctance, my oversized opponent released me. He reached down and yanked me to my feet. We bumped gloves, and I headed to the showers.

I unwrapped my hands and stripped naked. The lukewarm water sputtered from the showerhead. I let it wash over my sore back as I stared down at the faded floor tile, watching the foamy remnants of my shampoo dash around the rusty drain before disappearing for good. I should have been on the road already, but I’d found every damn excuse in the world not to get on my bike and head to the coast.

Home. Fuck. In the past five years, I’d hardly stopped there for more than a half day, and only when a relative’s funeral or wedding required it. The whole place, the uppity small town where every pointy nosed neighbor knew everyone else’s business, my dad’s scowls and underhanded compliments that cut right through to bone, the hospital clean mansion where the furniture was too expensive to be comfortable, I hated all of it.

Even the pristine white sand private beach on Grady Cove made my stomach harden. Especially the damn cove, where on most days the crystal, teal blue water sat smooth as glass, urging people to jump in and swim. But I knew better. I knew that the rocky bottom paired with a perfect storm swell could turn those peaceful waters angry. I knew better than anyone what could happen in that cove, anyone, except Jessa. Jessa knew. She’d been part of the reason that I’d found a long list of shit to do, including stepping into the octagon with the mighty giant of the fight world.

Behind me, the door to the locker rooms opened and shut, but I stood stock-still like a statue under the measly spray of water thinking about heading home.

I hadn’t seen my stepsister in seven years, not since she and her mom, my dad’s ex-wife, had moved out. It was better that way. Not seeing Jessa had been for the best. It kept me from going crazy. Out of sight. Out of mind. Yeah, that just wasn’t fucking possible with Jessa. Out of sight just meant keeping myself from diving off the nearest fucking cliff. But she was never out of mind.

I sensed someone walk up behind me but didn’t look back, figuring the last thing I needed was to see Roy naked. I still didn’t pull my head from the stream of water when thin white fingers reached in front of me and wrapped around my cock. Tansy’s mouth pressed against the back of my neck, then she rested her chin against my shoulder, all the while stroking me along to a raging hard on.

“I was sitting in the office with my hand down my panties.” She pressed her hardened nipples against my back. “And I thought to myself, I’m sitting in my dad’s creaky leather desk chair trying to get rid of this ache in my pussy, and, Beck Grady, the hottest fucking MMA fighter on the west coast is standing naked in the locker room showers.”

I peered back over my shoulder at her. Her lips were slightly parted and ready for a kiss, and my cock was at full attention in her hand. “On the west coast? So, you think there is someone on the east coast who can satisfy that
ache
better than me?”

She stepped around in front of me. The water cascaded down her shoulders and over her taut nipples. She’d stripped off everything but a pair of red lace panties. She licked her bottom lip and cupped my balls in her hand. “I misspoke. I meant to say I’ve got the hottest fighter and the best fuck in the entire world standing naked in the locker room.”

“That’s better.” My mouth covered hers as my fingers groped for the thin strand of lace holding her panties on her hips. One finger curled under and with a sharp yank the panties ripped. I tossed them out of the shower. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my fingers dug into her naked ass. I lifted her up and pressed her against the tile wall.

“Fuck me, Beck, or I will scream, I swear. Just do it. Please, do it. I’m going to come just thinking about it.”

I jammed my cock into her. She cried out as her nails ground into my shoulders. Her hot pussy nearly groped my cock as tightly as her hand as I impaled her. Her moans were drowned out by the water pinging off the shower tile. Warm streams of blood trickled down my arms from the nail marks she was leaving in my skin. In the haze of the amazing shower session, I heard the locker room door open and shut.

Tansy’s heavy lids lifted, and she smiled wickedly at something over my shoulder. “Hey, Roy, you came to watch?” That was Tansy. She liked that. She liked getting fucked in the shower, and an audience only made things hotter for her. I was at the edge. At this point, I didn’t give a damn. As long as the toothless fool didn’t want to participate, I was going to finish this. Having another pair of eyes on her brought Tansy even closer. I winced as she dug her fingers even deeper into my skin.

“Fuck yes!” Her screams bounced off the locker room walls as her pussy clenched around me. I drove into her hard and fast and my cock exploded.

Our ragged breathing slowed. Tansy lowered her feet to the ground and smiled. “Aren’t you glad that my pussy was craving some Beck cock?”

I combed my wet hair back with my fingers. “Considering the weekend ahead, that was just the kind of shower I needed.”

Chapter 2

Jessa

“A coffee, a coffee would be nice,” I said to myself. When I was nervous I tended to have conversations with myself. And I was nervous. On the long drive, I’d done everything, including downing a scandalous amount of banana chips, counting the number of drivers I passed who were texting and singing every word to every damn song on my iPod, to keep away the jittery butterflies. But, despite my best efforts, the fluttery little buggers had found their way into my stomach anyhow.

I’d only been to Mick Grady’s estate twice since my mom had divorced him. Both times had been to visit with Hailey. For a very short time, my childhood dream to have a sister had come true. I’d only spent one long summer at the Grady estate. Not wanting to leave my high school friends just before my junior year, I’d decided to stay with my aunt in Los Angeles while my mom whisked her belongings off to her new home and new husband on the central California coast. Hailey and I had bonded instantly. We’d spent the summer months stretched out on the private beach laughing about boys, sipping strawberry lemonade and smearing our skin with coconut scented suntan lotion. It was the closest I’d ever come to having a sister . . . and brother.

Beckett was two years older than Hailey and me, a big man of eighteen, newly graduated from high school, a diploma that had apparently been hard won. While Hailey and I had grown fond of each other overnight, my relationship with Beck had been strained and tumultuous, and occasionally heartbreaking, right from the start. And when the summer ended with tragedy, a tragedy that had a significant effect on both of us, I knew then that the tenuous, muddled connection between us had been lost forever. That was when it’d dawned on me that as close as I’d grown to Hailey, it was Beck who I’d truly formed an attachment too, a strained, complicated attachment but an attachment nonetheless.

Exactly one year after my mom had walked the aisle in her beaded chiffon wedding dress, we pulled the top tier of her designer, five thousand dollar wedding cake from the freezer and shared a slice to celebrate her divorce. Beck and I hadn’t spoken or seen each other since that summer. But I’d thought about him plenty.

I pulled into the market parking lot. Just a quick stop and then I’d forge ahead the three or so miles to the estate. I was looking incredibly forward to seeing Hailey. Her last email had said that ‘
Beck the butthead
’, her well publicized nickname for her brother, and a moniker she never stopped using even though it was really more suited coming from teenage Hailey than grown-up, law graduate Hailey, might not even show. I should have felt pure and utter relief that Beck wasn’t going to be there, but I didn’t. I was disappointed, which only confused me more.

The sun had broken through an ugly, thick marine layer, and the warm rays beat down on my bare shoulders as I walked from my car to the store. A pretty woman in her twenties with a thick braid of blonde hair smiled up from straightening the counter candy display. She looked familiar, and she seemed to think the same of me. We both smiled politely and twisted our lips in thought, trying to decide if we knew each other or not. I walked to the coffee machine and grabbed a paper cup. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out.

“Are you getting close? Oh wait, ignore this text. Don’t even read it. Too dangerous. You’re driving. Stupid me.”

I laughed at the string of texts and quickly wrote back. “Not driving. Stopped for a cup of coffee. Be there soon.”

“Yay! See u soon. Bought Dawson’s Creek DVD collection. We can binge watch the entire damn thing.”

I smiled. Hailey and I had hardly seen each other, but it felt as if we hadn’t skipped a beat. Our parents’ fleeting marriage hadn’t dampened our feelings toward each other. Just like me, Hailey had always wanted a sister. We were still sisters in spirit and always would be.

I walked to the back of the store and decided to peruse the magazine racks for beach reads. As I searched through the glossy covers for something that interested me, a loud motorcycle pulled into the parking lot, vibrating the front windows of the small store. I went back to my difficult decision— a fitness magazine where a bunch of articles could preach to me about how to get a bikini body by summer with a quick workout that I would never actually try, or a cooking magazine with beautiful delicious looking pictures of fancy foods that I would never actually make. I bought both, figuring one would complement the other perfectly. I pulled them both from the rack.

“Tracy, come look at this. Hurry.” the girl behind the counter whispered loudly to someone in the back. Another girl with purple highlights in her black hair joined the girl with the braid. I could see the counter from where I stood, but I couldn’t see the parking lot. They both craned their necks to get a better view.

“Holy shit, he is beautiful,” Tracy said with a sigh. She grabbed the other girl’s arm. “Oh look he’s taking off his sunglasses. Damn, I’m going to be dreaming about those tattoo-covered biceps tonight.”

The blonde’s mouth dropped. “Oh my god, Tracy, do you know who that is?” She quickly went back to work wiping down the counter as if they hadn’t been watching the motorcycle customer coming in from the parking lot. I heard the bell on the front door as he entered. They had my curiosity piqued. I liked a beautiful man with tattooed arms as much as the next girl.

I could only see him from behind, a tight ass in jeans and an incredible upper body with the aforementioned ink details. His hair was thick and dark and it curled up just at the top of his collar. From behind, he was definitely worthy of calling a coworker out from the back room. The two girls blushed just with having him walk toward the counter.

The blonde was the first to find her tongue. She plastered a flirty grin across her face. “Hey, stranger, long time no see. How’ve you been?”

He lifted his hand and pointed a finger. “Cheryl, right?”

His voice was deep and smooth and oddly familiar.

“Yep and this is Tracy.”

“Right, I remember. Good to see you. Just came in to get a coke. It was a long, hot ride.”

Tracy suddenly seemed to remember that they were working in a store. She pulled her rapt attention from Mr. Beautiful. “Are you ready to checkout?” she called to me.

“I am.” As I headed to the counter, he turned around. I don’t know which one of us had the more profound reaction. I froze as if someone had zapped me with a stun gun, and the easy, carefree set of his massive shoulders tensed up as if someone had smacked him in the chest. He still had those frosty green eyes that could look right through me and make me tongue tied and nervous and ridiculously giddy all at once. I’d assumed the giddiness had come from being sixteen, but I was apparently wrong. I was no longer a teenager, but I could feel that I was blushing like one.

He was the first to speak, although haltingly considering the smooth, deep voice I’d heard just seconds before, before he’d realized the customer behind him was his long lost stepsister.

“Ducky,” he said, using the nickname he’d given me based on the pair of pajama bottoms I always wore that had ducks printed on them. He was the only person in the world to call me Ducky, and hearing it from him after all these years made my eyes ache with tears. I blinked them back. I was already blushing like a damn schoolgirl. Breaking into sobs was the last thing I needed to do.

“Beck, you’re in town.”

He glanced around. “Seems that way. You seem surprised.”

“Yeah, no, well yeah.”
Come on, Jessa, drop the damn silly teenager demeanor.
I took a discrete calming breath, but my insides were churning like ice cream in a milkshake machine. “Hailey told me you might not be here.”

“Didn’t want to miss the big graduation.” His smile, the little turn of his lips that was never a full grin but that could make you smile back, appeared. He regained his composure much faster than me. Of course. He reached up to comb his hair back with his fingers, giving all of us another nice view of his incredible arms. I knew he’d gone into MMA fighting, but stupidly, I hadn’t thought about the transformation that kind of training would put him through. He had always been tall and big and intimidating, but now, he looked positively lethal. And, as we women held our breaths to watch him in the simple task of brushing back his hair, I remembered his other trait of being able to render people speechless just by walking into a room.

The blonde behind the counter spoke up. “That’s why you looked so familiar. You’re Beck’s stepsister.” He flinched at the word stepsister, assuring me that he was still not wanting to think of us as related in any way. He still hated me, I was sure of it. That ugly, stormy summer day had wiped away anything between us. He had been relieved to see me go.

The butterflies in my stomach suddenly had lead weights on their wings. It was all coming back to me in dark waves, like the waves I had nearly drowned in that awful day. He had flashed me that nice half smile, but his penetrating gaze was cold. I was the last person he wanted to see.

“I guess I’ll see you at the house,” I said as I sidled past him, almost making an absurdly wide path around him in the process. He didn’t say a word, but it was still there, even after seven years I could still sense it, remember it as if it had just been yesterday when we’d last met, that strangely warm and charged air that passed between us whenever we neared each other. He felt it too. I knew he felt it just as strongly as me.

I heard his loud footsteps behind me as his heavy motorcycle boots plodded to the refrigerator with sodas. I paid quickly and nearly ran out the door to my car.