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  STEELE

  A Step Brother Romance

  Benson Jacobs

  Copyright © 2017 Benson Jacobs

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  DEDICATION

  For Susan, my Photoshop ninja

  Without you, I wouldn’t have a single clue what I’m doing. With every question I have, you guide me in the right direction. Not many debuting authors have someone like you in their corner. Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone, and supporting me in this wild idea I had.

  This story is brought to you by another BS idea.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Cover Designer: Susan Garwood with Wicked Women Designs.

  Editor: Josephine Leigh

  Chapter One

  Jax

  Thank fuck I won’t have to see her again, I think to myself as I walk out the doors of Dunesburg High School. Today is the last day of my senior year and in my wallet is a plane ticket to California. I saved up all four years of high school to be able to move the fuck away from this town – away from fucking Jessica White who has my cock screaming for attention every time her sweet little ass walks past me. Her rich prick for a daddy would have a stroke if he ever found out the dirty things I’d like to do to his precious society princess.

  I snort and shake my head as I walk over to my motorcycle. I can’t help but think of what her ass would look like on the back of my girl. Her arms wrapped around me, and her perfect tits pushed up against my back.

  Ever since she got cocky with me last year and I pushed her up against the lockers after class and kissed her silent, I can’t get her sweet smell out of my senses. I can’t erase her sweet taste from my tongue. It’s like I’m a fucking dying man in the desert waiting for a drop of water with her.

  She never spoke another word after that, and I didn’t either. If she wanted to act like it didn’t happen, I’d give it to her, because I’d be damned if I was going to run after her like a lost puppy like everyone else. No fucking thank you.

  I have a one way ride out of here and I’m going to Los Angeles – to work, to get drunk, and to bury my cock in every girl who looks nothing like her.

  I can’t wait to live the life I always dreamed of, but my mom was never able to give.

  Chapter Two

  Jessica

  Three Years Later

  The party is in full swing by the time Angel and I show up. I love these frat parties, even though I don’t come that often. However, tonight I need to let go. Jake and I broke up about a month ago, and even though I didn’t love him, I was still sad for the time lost with him. To be honest, I’m not sure if I could ever love anyone. My asshole heart is still tied to the bad boy of my high school days. But still, I couldn’t believe he cheated on me; I think it hurt my ego more than it did my heart. But now here I am, looking to find someone to possibly warm my bed and end my dry spell. I know better than to come looking for love at a frat party, but some fun . . . you’ll always find that here.

  “Come on, girl! It’s time to do some shots!” Angel yells over the music.

  “Yes!” I yell back with a huge grin.

  We walk in to the kitchen and catcalls erupt as soon as we cross the threshold. I knew this silver dress and red pumps would do the job. Angel is wearing a little red number that is strapless and she has on black heeled boots that come up over her knee.

  I wink at a group of boys and loop my arm in with Angel’s.

  “Pick your poison,” she says.

  The music is a little duller in the kitchen, and I am grateful because that will save my throat tomorrow.

  “Let’s enjoy some tequila,” I say with a smirk.

  “Naughty girl,” she shakes her finger at me.

  She pours a double shot glass full to the brim with the clear liquid. Only the finest here, I think to myself with a laugh, knowing damn well this is most likely the cheapest booze you could possibly buy. I, however, give zero shits as Angel and I cross arms and down the shots.

  The cheap liquor burns my throat as I swallow it down. I scrunch up my face and shake my head to clear the taste from my brain. Angel offers me a chaser and I shake my head once again, declining.

  “No chaser? I think you might have more hair on your chest than most of the men here,” a deep voice says behind me.

  I feel my lips curl up into a smoldering smile as I turn around.

  The man in front of me is about six-foot-tall with a full beard and a dark head of hair. Something about his slate grey eyes gets my body hot all over, and when his eyes flicker with recognition I knew it wasn’t only on my part.

  “You’re Jessica White,” he says with a groan while rubbing his hand down his face.

  “Now why does that sound like sin on your lips?” I purr.

  “Because you are fucking sin,” he sighs. “You don’t recognize me. And that’s fine, I’ve changed. A lot. But that’s a conversation for another time. Let me get you another shot,” he says.

  “And what if I say no, until you tell me how I know you?” I reply a tiny bit buzzed from the two bottles of wine Angel and I had before the party, plus the double of tequila.

  “Then I’d walk out the fucking door and never look back again,” he replies simply with a shrug.

  Exactly what I need. No trying too hard, no strings attached, no expectations.

  “Well, shots it is then,” I quip.

  I hear a throat clearing behind me, and I remember Angel is back there.

  “This is Angel. Angel this is…” I trail off.

  “I go by Jax. Nice to meet you, Angel,” he says with a wink that surely has her panties on fire. “This is Alex,” he points behind him.

  “Well hello darlin’.” Alex walks up to her.

  “You too, Jax,” she smiles at him. Her head turns to Alex as he pours her another shot. He’s in jeans that look like they were fitted for his legs only. His red shirt looks painted on and I have to snicker at the fact they match. At least they both look damn good with each other.

  “Hi Alex,” she purrs.

  “Wanna have a shot with me?” he asks while handing over the shot he’s just poured her. I swear she’s going to melt into a puddle if he keeps talking in that deep southern accent.

  The name Jax sounds a tiny bit familiar, but it doesn’t really ring any bells. I don’t dwell on it too long because Jax is taking his finger and pulling my hair off of my shoulder, pushing it behind my ear.

  “Unlike you, I enjoy a little lemon with my tequila,” he mummers before his head dips down and licks my neck. “I also like a little salt,” he says as he sprinkles it onto the wet part of my neck.

  I am lucky that I have the counter to lean against as I practically wilt under the pleasure his tongue is stirring up on my neck.

  He takes his finger and lifts my chin, forcing my eyes to his.

  “You ready to help me with my shot?” he asks.

  I nod my head, choosing not to speak.

  “Open,” he commands as he drags the lemon across my lips.

  My tongue darts out and licks the citrus off my lips, and his eyes darken at the sight of my tongue. I open my mouth and he puts the lemon on my tongue, but before he can remove his thumb, my lips seal around it, sucking down the taste of his finger and the sour juice of the lemon.

  “I see you’re not the girl I thought you were going to be,” he whispers to himself.
r />   He bends his head down and his lips connect with my neck, his tongue rolling across my skin, licking up every last piece of salt. My head drops back and a groan leaves my throat.

  He throws back his shot, and his hand goes to the back of my head as he brings his lips down on mine. I open so he can have his lemon, but his tongue is demanding the attention of mine. I meet him thrust for thrust, fighting over control, and after minutes, hours – fuck, could be days – his tongue sweeps in one last time and steals the lemon from my mouth.

  He breaks the kiss, pulls the lemon from his mouth, and smiles a wicked grin at me.

  “Holy shit, I think it’s my turn,” I hear Angel say snickering.

  “Sorry, sugar,” he replies to her comment and smirks.

  I’m still standing there dazed and confused, that kiss… there are no words to describe what it just did to me and mostly, my core. Fire is rolling through my body, and if I was a true tramp, I’d fuck him on one of these couches. Seeing as how I’m not, though, my girl downstairs is going to have to wait it out.

  Angel shook her head. “No sorry needed. Looks like my friend has this under control. I’m gonna go dance – come on Alex,” she says as she walks out of the room with her hips swinging, dragging a willing Alex behind her.

  Jax smirked at me. “Yeah, you look in control right now.”

  “Fuck you,” I say as I remember my backbone. “I’d say it’s my turn for a shot.” I raise my eyebrow.

  “Sure thing, sweetheart,” he says as he tilts his head to the side for me to lick his neck.

  I click my tongue on my teeth and shake my head at him.

  “No sir. I do my shot how I want. Shirt off,” I say daring him to object.

  He nods his head as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. “As you wish.”

  When the cotton falls to the floor, I’m again stuck staring at him. The abs on his stomach seem never-ending. One whole side of his body is covered in black tattoos. He has the V that every girl goes stupid over, and his pants hang off his hips in a way I never dreamed I’d see.

  My inner goddess is practically purring to get her hands on this hot as sin body.

  I stand up and grab the salt shaker. I squat down, my knees never touching the floor, and run my tongue across his lower abdomen, ending with a little bite of his skin. I felt, rather than heard his quick intake of breath, and that made me smile with confidence.

  I shake the salt on his skin, then stand back up and place the shaker on the counter. I pick up the lemon and put it in my mouth. Then, I pull his neck down and hand it over from my mouth to his. I end the kiss as quick as I started it and ease back into a squatting position. Shot glass in hand, I place my free hand on the back of his thigh, and run my lips across his skin below the salt. I look up with my eyes to meet his striking grey ones and suck the salt off of his skin with much more passion than necessary.

  I toss my shot back with one quick swallow, and before I can stand up to get my lemon, I’m being ripped up from my squatting position by his two strong arms, his lips clashing against mine. The burning flavor of tequila mixed with the sweet taste of him has me moaning into his mouth.

  He breaks the kiss with a tug of my lower lip, and his forehead meets mine.

  “My place or yours?” he grits out.

  “Which one is closer?” I ask, my chest rising and falling with my rapid breaths.

  “I’m down on Sixth,” he replies.

  “I’m on Fifth – my place it is,” I say before I place my lips to his again.

  He kisses me back, but breaks it again, too soon.

  “Let’s go,” he says grabbing my arm gently, leading me outside.

  “You’re not a serial killer are you?” I joke.

  “You should know that I’m not, but seeing you’re a tiny bit drunk I’ll let it slide. Just trust me that I’m not?” he replies.

  I smile and nod as a familiar feeling over comes me. He throws his hand up for a cab. When one stops, he pulls me inside with him.

  “Purple Estates Apartments on Fifth please,” I tell the cab driver.

  Chapter Three

  Jax

  I know I should leave her alone, but I plan to be inside her, then head home to see my ma for the summer by the end of tomorrow, so there isn’t any harm in having one night.

  I run my hand up her thigh, rubbing my thumb on the outside of her silver dress that rides up to the center of her thighs.

  Her red heels may just stay on tonight. She has long dark hair and eyes the color of gold. I don’t think I could ever forget the shade of her eyes, I’ve seen it enough in my dreams for the past three years.

  She looks down at my hand touching her skin and then looks up at our cab driver. Just when I think she’s going to push my hand away, she lifts her own and palms my cock that’s straining against the zipper of my jeans.

  A breath leaves her as she realizes how hard I already am. I trail my thumb higher and she parts her thighs a little wider for my exploring hand.

  I skim her panty line and feel the heat between her legs. She arches her hips to bring me to her center. I slip my thumb inside her underwear and I can’t help the groan that leaves my throat because she is soaking wet already.

  I shift in my seat and slip my finger inside of her and I start to rub her clit with my other finger. Her hand goes to my back and grips my shirt.

  I smirk, already knowing she’s going to be a screamer, and hearing my name on those perfect fucking lips will rip away any restraint I might have.

  I have waited nearly my whole fucking life for this moment.

  “Here we are,” the cabby says as he starts to pull the car over in front of her apartment building.

  I remove my finger and insert it into my mouth, never taking my eyes off hers. The taste of her on my tongue has me wanting to shove my face between her legs right here. Rather than doing that, I remove my finger and pull my wallet out and hand the driver some cash.

  “Let’s go, sweetheart,” I tell her as she opens the door and steps out on trembling legs.

  When I step out of the cab she grabs my shirt in her fist and pulls me to the door. We walk in and head straight for the elevator. As soon as the door dings, I push her inside and thrust her up against the wall, her backside to my front.

  “What floor?” I ask as I run my nose along the back of her neck.

  “Four,” she whispers.

  “Not long enough to play then,” I say as I reach back and press the floor button.

  I run my hand up the front of her dress, and with my finger, I pull the top part of her dress down to reveal her perfect fucking breast. I trail my finger across it, causing gooseflesh to rise across her skin. So fucking responsive.

  The elevator dings, alerting us that we’ve reached her floor, and I step away and lift my arm to let her pass and lead the way.

  She walks to her door and unlocks it. She opens the door wide for me to step through, and then shuts the door. She walks over to a small table, drops her keys, and starts to step out of her shoes.

  “Nuh-uh. Leave them on,” I tell her as she stops mid motion. She puts her foot back down on the floor and watches me as I approach her.

  When I reach her, I put my hand under her hair at the nape of her neck and pull her head back. I lower my lips to hers and her moan of approval has my cock begging to be let free.

  I slide my hands down to the most perfect ass I’ve seen in all my life and lift her up my body. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her hips into mine.

  With a growl, I bite her lips and start walking. “Bedroom?” I ask.

  She lifts her hand and points to a door. “There.”

  Her mouth never leaves mine, and I can still taste the faint flavor of tequila on her tongue.

  I reach her bed and lower her body on to it. I lift my shirt up over my head and my eyes connect with her passion filled ones. She’s laying on her back, still in her silver dress, that’s ridden up her thighs again. Her hair is fanned out u
nder her, and her eyes are hungry.

  I push the hem of her dress up her thighs and run my face along the edge of her underwear. She spreads her legs wider without any command from me.

  “You ready for me to have a taste?” I ask before I run my tongue up her core, on the outside of her lace underwear.

  “Please,” she moans out.

  “Hands above your head. I’m leading his show,” I tell her as I shred her underwear in two.

  She moans harder and arches her hips once again. I chuckle at her lack of patience. But to be honest, I am surprised I even have any.

  I bury my face between her legs and my tongue takes a long stroke between her wet folds. I growl at the perfect fucking taste of her. I could eat her pussy every fucking day if I let myself.

  I thrust my tongue inside of her and rub her clit with my thumb. Two fucking seconds later she’s gripping my hair, screaming my name as she cums all over my face. I lap up every single last drop as she rides out her aftershocks.

  “That was quick,” I say with a lift of my brow.

  “No one has ever given me oral before,” she whispers.

  I don’t know why, but it gives me so much satisfaction to know I was her first that my cock aches with how hard it is for her.

  “Well, did the first time measure up?” I ask with a smirk.

  “Completely,” she says as she pushes me away and stands up. “My turn now though.” She lifts her dress over her head and drops it to the floor.

  She is standing in front of me in nothing but a bra that matched the lace underwear I just ripped in two, thigh high stockings, and red heels.

  She kneels in front of me, reaches up, and unbuttons my pants. She kisses, then nibbles, the skin under the button of my jeans, then pulls them off, taking my boxers with the jeans.

  My cock stands at attention and she grips it with her fist. She runs her tongue from the top of my balls to the head of my cock. She seals her lips around me and sucks hard. She slides that hot mouth up and down my shaft over and over. This party will be over a lot sooner than we want if I let her keep at it.