Page 1 of Wanting My Stepbrother

One

Shelby

This day has been a total disaster. I slept through my alarm, got to school late for my finals, and spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. That’s not the worst part, though. Oh, no. My mom called this afternoon to tell me she had gotten married.MARRIED!I didn’t even know she was dating anyone! On top of everything, she didn’t even invite me,heronly child,to her wedding. I’ve never even met her new husband. I mean, how fucked up is that?

Today was my last day of finals for this semester. I am now officially a junior accounting major at Cedar Falls University, and am finished until September. Once I clean out my dorm room, I’m supposed to go stay with Mom for a week and get to know my new stepdad, John Andrews. After that, I will probably stay in our old house until Mom sells it. Ugh. I really wanted to let loose on my mom when she told me earlier today about her marriage and the fact that I’d soon be homeless. She sounded so flipping happy, though, I didn’t have the heart to.

Instead, I go down toTempting Treats, the awesome bakery thatopened a few months ago, and drown my sorrows in delicious cupcakes until I nearly go into a sugar coma. I spend a while talking to the three Abbott sisters, who own it. I have spent so much time in there, I’m practically family. They are triplets who are very sweet, and they managed to each snag a sexy husband almost as soon as they moved here. Their gorgeous men worship the ground they walk on, and can’t keep their hands off them. Some girls have all the luck.

Here in Cedar Falls, we have an abundance of couples who fell in love at first sight, and a divorce rate that is practically non-existent. Rumors are always flying that it’s in our water supply. Newsflash-it’s not. Believe me, I’ve tried. Anyway, lots of people have gotten their happily ever after here; including my mom. While I’m happy for her and my many happily paired up friends, I can’t help but be a bit envious of everyone’s happiness. Sometimes, I wish I would get struck by the instalove bug.

I spend the rest of the afternoon moping in my sad dorm room. When my friend, Abby, finds me, she decides to drag me down to the neighborhood bar to have some fun. I try to decline, but she won’t take no for an answer.

A short time later, I am nursing a Shirley Temple (don’t judge; it’s delicious) as Abby dances with some friends atThe Afterglow. It is really loud in here, and the strobe lights are messing with my eyes. This place is really not my cup of tea, but I am happy for a distraction from the shit day I’ve had. I will just chug Shirley Temples, and watch everyone else have fun. That’s my plan, anyway, until I crash into a giant, sexy wall of a man, and spill my drink all over him.

I look up and catch my breath as my entire body goes on high alert.Jesus, he is gorgeous. He’s so tall, he towers overme. Scratch that; he towers overeveryone, even the freaking bouncers. It’s like meeting a real-life Jack Reacher. All I can do is stare at the scorching hot man in front of me. After several beats, I realize that he is dripping wet with my drink, and I spring into action, grabbing some napkins from the bar.

“Oh, shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I ask as I start scrubbing the napkins at his soaked t-shirt that’s straining against his powerful muscles. I touch his impressive biceps, and once I start, I can’t stop. I want to touch them all day, every day. My pussy throbs as I look up into his eyes. I realize I am acting like a sex-starved lunatic, but I just can’t bring myself to take my hands off him.

“Fuck me,” he says in a deep, husky voice.

My panties drench as I realize that for the first time in my twenty years of life, yes, I’d like that very, very much.

Two

Roman

My buddy, Stan, and I are atTheAfterglow. It is not my scene at all. I would much rather be home watching tv or working out. The music is so loud, it hurts my head. I’m much too old for the club scene these days. On top of that, I feel like I’m at a meat market. Several women eye me hungrily as I walk by, but I have no interest in any of them.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint. I just don’t want another cheap, meaningless hookup. When I was younger, I was all about it. Now that I’m thirty-five, I’m way past that; in fact, I have been for several years. I really don’t want to be a fuck boy for the rest of my life. I’d love to find something real. I’m just not sure that it will ever happen for me.

My buddy, Stan, begged me to come with him tonight. He has been in love with Heather forever, and won’t make a fucking move on her because she’s his little sister’s best friend. Insteadof manning up, he just stalks her everywhere she goes, and warns any interested men away from her.

When he found out she was going clubbing with some friends tonight, he planned to be there watching over his girl the whole time. He drug me with him because he doesn’t want to be the creepy guy alone in the corner stalking his girl. Don’t get me wrong; it is pretty creepy, stalker-like behavior, but I’m pretty sure she knows about it, so that should count for something.

We’ve only been here an hour, and I’m already bored out of my mind. I’ve going over the jobs I have lined up for Monday in my head. My auto shop is plenty busy these days, so I have lots of work to do. I mentally checked out of this place the second I walked through the door. I’m only here because Stan is a good friend and I owe him for saving my ass on a number of occasions. After this, though, I think we are more than even.

I turn toward the bar to get another beer when I crash into the softest curves I’ve ever felt. I look down at the stunning brunette and my life changes. My soon-to-be wife looks up at me with the most unusual eyes I’ve ever seen; one is brown and one is blue. They both seem to have flecks of gold throughout and sparkle; just like her. She stares back at me for several seconds before she remembers the drink.

“Oh, shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She is patting down my arms and chest trying to dry me off. I’m fine, with the exception of the raging erection she’s managed to cause just by existing. The feel of her small hands stroking all over me is not helping the situation one bit. I stroke her silky raven hair and smile down at her.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, watching her eyes light with interest. Herbreath hitches, and she licks her lips.She wants me, too.

“Are you hurt?” she asks again.

I laugh. “Sugar, you couldn’t hurt a flea.” She’s at least a foot shorter than me, and probably less than half my weight. No way could she do damage to me. I’m a big motherfucker at six-foot-seven and three hundred pounds; all of it muscle.

She huffs. “I could, too, hurt a flea. Or you!” she says, clearly annoyed, and punching my bicep for emphasis.

She’s feisty. I like it. I grin at her. “I’m sorry, sugar. I really didn’t mean to upset you. How about you dance with me, and I’ll make it up to you?”

She looks up at me, biting her lip in indecision. “Okay.” I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. I pull her in close, inhaling her perfume. She smells like caramel and vanilla. My cock gets even harder as I pull her body against mine.

I stroke my hands up and down her back while we dance. I don’t fail to notice the goosebumps on her arms. She lets out a little shiver. I pull back and look into her startling eyes.

“You have the most gorgeous, unusual eyes I’ve ever seen.” She blushes. “I’m Roman, by the way.”

“I’m Shelby, and thank you very much,” she says as I push her head back against my chest. I pull her even closer, taking the opportunity to touch her silky hair again. “What…what are you doing, Roman?” she asks as her breath hitches.

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