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  THE STEPBROTHER BARGAIN (THE STEPBROTHER BARGAIN, Book One)

  By Chloe Hawk

  Copyright 2015, Chloe Hawk, all rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

  CAGE

  It should never have happened.

  I should have never gotten in this deep.

  Not with Grace.

  Not with the show.

  Not with any of it.

  I should have put a stop to it as soon as it began.

  But the truth was, I liked playing with fire. The risk, the danger – it was all part of the fun.

  Especially when it came to my stepsister.

  I couldn’t resist her -- – her tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth, her heart. To try to stay away from her would have driven me insane, even more insane than I ended up going from trying to keep her safe.

  As soon as I she came back into my life, she consumed every thought I had.

  I had to have her.

  And when you were used to getting whatever you wanted, no was never an option.

  It started on a Friday night, the day before my dad’s wedding, while I was filling up at a gas station on Route 15 in Clifton. I was thinking about how fucking stupid it was that my mom was getting married to her long-time boyfriend. If you could even call two people in their fifties boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d driven up from my house in the city, and I was impatient to get to the rehearsal dinner and get this whole charade over with.

  A car pulled up at the pump on the other side of the station, an old clunker that was making an intense rattling noise and missing a front hubcap.

  A girl stepped out of the car. She was probably about twenty-one or twenty-two, and I took my time, letting my eyes run all over her body. Tight white shorts encased a perfect round bubble ass, her legs long and tan. She had on a pink t-shirt that was way too big for her, but it dipped down in the front, showing off a little bit of her impressive cleavage. One of the sleeves was falling off her shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a lacy black bra strap. She was wearing sunglasses, and her long dark blonde hair covered her face, but I could see well enough to make out a pair of full pink lips.

  I watched as she started filling up her car, thinking about those nice full lips sucking on my dick. I’d take my hands and grab her hair, pull the strands tight as I fucked her face good and hard.

  Then I’d flip her over and push right into her pussy. She’d be all wet and tight, and I’d make her shake her bubble ass for me as I pumped into her. I wondered if she had one of those tramp stamps on her back, those tattoos that a lot of girls had. I thought they were sexy as hell. If she didn’t have one, I’d shoot my load all over where it would have been, tattooing her with my cum.

  She only filled her car with a little bit of gas before heading for the door of the station, that ass jiggling as she went, her shorts so short I was almost sure I could see the bottom of an ass cheek sticking out. Shit, she was hot.

  I didn’t remember anyone that hot ever living here. I’d fucked all the hot girls in this town by the time I’d graduated high school high school seven years ago. She would have been too young for me then – a freshman when I was a senior, probably. Not that that would have stopped me.

  I finished pumping my gas and followed her into the station. I’d paid at the pump, but I wanted to get another look at that sweet little ass, and a better look at those nice round titties. By rule, I was an ass man, but I was never going to ignore a good pair of tits. I thought about how late it would make me for the rehearsal dinner if I stopped to fuck her.

  I had a suite at the Copley Hotel.

  I could take her back there, strip her down and have my way with her.

  When I got inside, she was up at the register, and I walked up behind her. She was even hotter up close – all tan legs and long limbs, her wavy dark blond hair tangled and falling halfway down her back.

  She was arguing with the clerk.

  “Can you run it again?” she asked. “I know I have money in there.”

  “I ran it twice,” the cashier said. She was an older woman with a bored expression on her face, and she handed a debit card back to the girl.

  “Maybe I put my pin in wrong,” the girl said. “What does it say on the screen?” She stood on her tiptoes and leaned over the counter to get a look at the register.

  My cock twitched in my pants as she bent over. I thought about pulling those little shorts off of her, sliding into her from behind. She’d push her pussy into me and I’d hold her tight, not letting her move until I was buried deep inside of her of hole.

  I wondered if she was a moaner. I loved when chicks groaned and wiggled all around.

  “It says ‘insufficient funds’,” the woman running the register said. “Now, I’m sorry, miss, but you’re going to have to figure out a way to pay for the gas. And if you can’t, then I’m going to have to call the police.”

  I sensed my opening.

  “I don’t mean to butt in,” I lied, moving so that I was standing next to the blonde. I looked down at the debit card in her hand, getting an eyeful of creamy tan cleavage in the process. “But if you need money, I’d be happy to take care of it.”

  I took my credit card out of my wallet and slid it through the reader, turning to look at the girl as the register accepted the payment and started printing out the receipt.

  “I’m Cage,” I said, holding my hand out. But she didn’t take it. Instead, she frowned.

  Then she lifted her sunglasses off her eyes, pushing them up and over her head so that her hair was pushed back from her face.

  “Cage?” she repeated incredulously.

  “Oh, shit,” I breathed.

  It wasn’t some hot blonde.

  It was my stepsister.

  GRACE

  I stared at him for a long moment, not even sure what to say. Rage and humiliation pulsed through my veins – how could he not even recognize me? Yes, he hadn’t seen me in three years. But had I really been that insignificant to him? Had I really been that invisible?

  I’d always known I wasn’t on his radar. But we’d grown up in the same house. We’d lived together ever since we were twelve. You would have thought he’d at least recognize me.

  I watched the shock overtake his face as it finally dawned on him that it was me.

  But it was only for a split second. Only for a split second did I get to relish the fact that I’d finally made him uncomfortable, had finally gotten one over on him, even if it was in some small way.

  But then his normal smug, cocky look returned to his face, and I had to resist the urge to smack him.

  That look was so familiar to me. It was the look I’d seen him use to get out of trouble at school, with his mom, with my dad… it was infuriating. I’ll bet he even used it now, when he was negotiating some big deal at work. The female executives probably fell all over themselves to give him whatever he wanted.

  I hated that look.

  I hated him.

  And in that moment, I even hated myself.

  Because deep down, rooted underneath a layer of annoyance, was attraction.

  He was still just as sexy and gorgeous as I remembered him. In fact, he might have been even sexier. He’d always been built, but now his shoulders were broader, his face more chiseled. His navy blue sweater was crisp and polished, his khaki pants perfectly creased.

  He wore sneakers, white and shiny, the way shoes could only look when you first took them out of the box. He was freshly-shaven, his skin smooth and tan – not the kind of tan you got from sitting out in the sun, but the kind that
was natural.

  His lips were gorgeous and full, his jaw line strong and defined. He towered over me at six-foot-two. I caught just a hint of cologne – something manly, mixed with his natural scent. It made me dizzy, and I tried to step away from him.

  I’d known I was going to be seeing him – our parents were getting married after all, finally making it official after living together for more than ten years. But I hadn’t expected it to be here, with me in the ratty clothes I’d thrown on to make the two hour drive from my apartment in Millis.

  And I certainly hadn’t expected to have this kind of reaction to him.

  He didn’t say anything, just stood there with that cocky grin on his face, and I pushed by him and out the door, back into the fading sunlight.

  He didn’t follow me, but I could feel his eyes on me, and I hurried to my car. I didn’t want him to see me blush.

  I didn’t want him to know that after all these years, after just seeing him for one second, my biggest fear had come true.

  I was still in love with him.

  Once I was in my car, I took a second to catch my breath, then turned the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered and then stalled out.

  I slammed my hand against the steering wheel.

  “Dammit,” I swore. This happened from time to time – my car would just not start. The starter was going, but I didn’t have the four hundred dollars it would cost to fix it.

  . Someone knocked on my window, and I jumped.

  Cage.

  I sighed and rolled down the window. “What?”

  “You look like you’re having some trouble,” he said.

  “I’m not.”

  “Are you sure about that? Because first you tried to steal gas, and now your getaway car is stalling out.”

  “I wasn’t trying to steal gas,” I said. “I just… I couldn’t remember my pin.” I could remember my pin just fine – 7764 – my mom’s birthday. But there was only five dollars in my checking account. It should have been enough for gas – at least, enough to get me the rest of the way to my dad’s house, where I was staying for the weekend -- but the problem was, if you went even a penny over, the bank wouldn’t approve the charge, and I’d accidentally let the pump click one cent over.

  “Right.” Cage stared at me, his eyes traveling around my car – the fast food wrappers littering the floor, the cell phone plugged into its charger, the course catalog for Millis Community College, where I was taking classes. Then, very slowly, almost like he was savoring it, he moved his gaze from my eyes, down my neck, and let it linger on my breasts. My nipples hardened and I could feel them popping through the thin cotton of my t-shirt.

  The side of his mouth twitched, like he knew the effect he was having on me and liked it.

  “I assume you’re on your way to mom and dad’s?” he asked.

  “She’s not my mom,” I mumbled about his mom, Renee.

  “You know what I mean, Grace.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I’m on my way to the rehearsal dinner.”

  He opened my car door. “Out.”

  “What?”

  “Get out. You’re riding with me.”

  “I am definitely not riding with you.”

  “Then how are you going to get there?”

  “I’ll call a cab.” I reached over and grabbed my cell phone, pretending I was googling cab companies. But in reality, I had no idea how I was going to get to the rehearsal dinner. I had no money for a cab, and if I called my father, he and Renee would just find some way to blame me for ruining their night.

  “Cabs don’t take broken debit cards,” Cage said. “It’s a ten minute ride to the hotel. Surely you can stand to be near me for ten minutes.”

  “No.”

  “Grace,” his voice was a warning with the thin veil of a threat laced through it. Which was bizarre – what could he really do to me out here, at a gas station, just because I wouldn’t get into his car with him? And yet somehow I had a feeling he was telling the truth, somehow I knew that if I didn’t get into the car with him, there would be some kind of price to pay.

  “Fine,” I said.

  “I’ll call AAA and have your car towed.”

  “Thank you,” I said grudgingly. I left the key in of the ignition and grabbed my bag off the front seat. Then I stepped out of the car. Cage was still standing there, in front of the open door, and he didn’t make any effort to move back.

  I was forced to slide past him.

  As I did, my chest brushed against his. My pebbled nipples grazed his shirt, and even with just the briefest of touches, I could feel how hard and muscular his chest was.

  My pussy flooded with warmth as a scene flashed in my head. The summer after my senior year of high school. Cage was playing basketball in the driveway with his friends, all of them with their shirts off. They were all good-looking guys – Cage had always hung out with athletes and popular kids like him, so there was never a shortage of drool-worthy guys at my house.

  But even though the guys playing ball that day were all hot, Cage was the one I couldn’t take my eyes off. I remembered his girlfriend at the time, Carlie or Kaylie or something, had come over later, and Cage had kissed her, his mouth enveloping hers, his tongue slipping past her lips.

  I’d been watching from the window, ever the outsider.

  Later that night, I’d slipped my hands in my panties, rubbing myself until I’d exploded in pleasure, imagining I’d been the one Cage had been kissing.

  I’d worked hard over the last few years to get him out of my head, to stop thinking of him as anything more than a brother. To stop thinking of him as anything at all. To distance myself from my family and try to build a life for myself.

  And now, just like that, all the old feelings came rushing back, threatening to pull me under like a tidal wave.

  But I wasn’t going to let it happen.

  I couldn’t.

  I’d worked hard to get over Cage.

  And I wasn’t going to put myself in a position to have to do it again.

  **

  Once we were in his car, Cage pulled back onto Route 15. He drove fast, but I didn’t mind. I wasn’t looking forward to the rehearsal dinner, but I figured the sooner I could get it over with the better.

  “You upset about something?” Cage asked, glancing at me from the driver’s side. His eyes fell onto my legs, lingering over my crotch.

  “No.” I shifted on my seat, aware that my shorts were riding up and pinching into my thighs. I tried to pull them down and cover myself. “Why?”

  “You seem distracted.”

  I shrugged.

  “Are you anxious?”

  “I’m not anxious, Cage. I’m just pissed that our parents have decided it’s time to get married after all this time and on top of it are having a huge wedding like they’re in their twenties.”

  “Everyone deserves a chance to celebrate true love, Grace,” Cage admonished.

  “Right.” I knew he was just teasing me – Cage’s mother was a gold digger who’d married my father for his money, and everyone knew it. Even my father knew it. It didn’t bother him. He liked it. He was a strange combination of a man – he was the basketball coach for the University of Clifton. It was a D-1 school that had recently won a national championship, even though they didn’t have the recruiting budget that a lot of the bigger schools had.

  My dad got a huge salary, and a fair amount of local celebrity. But while he was great at his job, and had no problem not taking crap on the court, when it came to my stepmother, it was a completely different story.

  My father let her run the show.

  And my stepmother believed that kids shouldn’t piggyback off their parents’ success. Which is why even though my family had a lot of money, I was dead broke.

  As if my dad was reading my thoughts, my phone rang and flashed his number on the caller ID.

  “Grace, honey,” he said when I answered. “How are you? How’s the drive?”

 
My dad was always interested in how my drives were going. “Fine,” I said. “Well, actually, not fine. I had a little car trouble.”

  He sighed. “Grace, I told you not to keep driving that car. You need a new one, honey.”

  I wanted to scream at him that obviously if I had the money, I would have bought a new car. Did he think I liked driving a piece of shit that stalled out on me at every corner?

  “Okay, Dad,” I said, because I didn’t feel like arguing with him. “Anyway, I ran into Cage at the gas station and he’s giving me a ride.”

  “Good, good,” my dad said, sounding distracted.

  “How’s everything going over there? Are you all set for the rehearsal dinner?”

  “That’s actually why I’m calling, Grace.” I detected a hint of nervousness in his voice. “You remember Ava and Emily? Cage’s aunt and cousin?”

  I had no idea how or why I would remember those people, but I just said, “Yes.”

  “Well, it turns out they’re able to attend the wedding after all! They came into town tonight, and unfortunately, they had assumed they could stay with us. So they didn’t book a hotel room.”

  I braced myself, knowing what was coming next. He was going to ask me if Ava and Emily – these two strangers – could stay in my room with me. I had a double bed and futon. Probably they’d sleep in my bed, and I’d have to take the futon.

  But what he actually said was even worse than I’d expected.

  “Now, I hate to do this to you, honey, but Renee was saying it might be easier for you to stay in a hotel. That way you wouldn’t have to deal with us, and Renee would get a chance to visit with her family.”

  I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from freaking out. I knew there was no use arguing with him. “Sure, Dad,” I said. “That sounds fine.”

  “So I’ll see you at eight then?”

  “See you at eight.”

  I clicked off.

  “What did he want?” Cage asked. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, checking the cars behind us.

  “He wanted to inform me that I’ve been kicked out of my room because your aunt and cousin are coming to stay.”