Free Gripped: A Stepbrother Romance (Bonus Story: Stepbrother Forbidden) by Stephanie Brother

joined my cries as my pussy squeezed around him, pulling him to his own finish. His cock twitched inside me and the feel of his come intensified mine until all that was left was the pleasant tingles.
    Depleted, he slid out and slumped beside me. I missed him as soon as he left and I rolled over to face him. Curving an arm over my waist, he pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin.
    “I love you.” He said it so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. My heart felt like it was ready to springboard out of my chest. I’d waited for years to hear Reid say those words, and now that he’d said them, it felt so unreal. But, yes, he’d said them. And knowing how tough it was for him to show emotion, he meant them too.
    “I love you too,” I said. Then I added in a softer voice. “For a shamefully long time, to be honest.”
    His smile was rueful. “I guess my mother was right.”
    “About what?”
    “She said I was blind. And stubborn.”
    I laughed. “She knew how I felt about you. She…uh…basically supported it. ‘Life’s no fun without a little bit of the forbidden,’ she said.”
    “I see.” He grinned and pressed me closer. “So you took her advice and decided to fuck your stepbrother?”
    I blushed. “You’re not my stepbrother. Not anymore.”
    “It wouldn’t have mattered to me if I still was, Mac,” he said, his eyes a captivating indigo. “For the past five months I tried to forget what we had but it was torture. I need you in my life. I won’t fight anymore. I won’t run anymore. So I’m giving in. Come to France with me.”
    I smiled, my heart beating fast with excitement and amazement. Of course I’d go. There was nowhere else more I wanted to be than with Reid.
    “Yes, I’ll come with you.”
    He gazed at me with a pleased and triumphant look on his face. Then he kissed me with a new fierceness that left me breathless. Cupping my hands to his face, I pressed my body close to his and his arms gripped me possessively. I couldn’t wait to enjoy more kisses like this in the future we were about to share.
     
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    Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed Gripped. If you’d like to enjoy more stepbrother goodness, turn the next page for Stepbrother Forbidden!

STEPBROTHER FORBIDDEN

 
    STEPHANIE BROTHER

 
    About This Book
     
    I've always wanted him. He's always hated me.
     
    I shouldn't want him.
    I shouldn't.
    But every time I look at him logic dies and my body yearns for his touch.
    Will he ever think of me the same way? I doubt it. His indifferent gaze says as much.
    I'll be spending my summer vacation trip with him.
    I'm sure I can ignore these feelings.
    Because I shouldn't want him.
    I shouldn't .
    After all, he's my stepbrother.
    He's forbidden.

1: Alyssa
     
    "Fuck, he's hot."
    I looked at Cassie and then followed the direction of her gaze.
    My stepbrother was perched on his station again. In his days off from work, he liked to be the volunteer lifeguard. He was shirtless and drinking from a water bottle. Cassie stared at him, entranced.
    I rolled my eyes. "I can't believe you."
    "Duh, Lyss. She's the horniest slut we know," said Melanie as she texted on her cellphone. Judging from the angry way her fingers hit the screen, she was in a heated argument with her boyfriend, Jared, as usual. Melanie relished drama in all her relationships and had stated more than once that a relationship without fights bored her. "But Cassie's right. Logan's become totally fuckable. Not to mention, rich ."
    "Right?" agreed Cassie, still watching Logan. "I just wanna sit on his face. Or his cock."
    "Ew, you guys," I said in the best disgusted tone I could muster, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "He's my stepbrother. Quit it."
    I had to lay it on strong because if they knew that I agreed with them, God knew what they'd think of me. After all, only freaks lusted after their own family. So what if we weren't blood related? The fact is, he was the boy I'd grown up with.