Free Stepbrother Studs Mason: A Stepbrother Romance by Selena Kitt Page B

glass, then began gathering my clothing from where he’d dropped it, piece by piece on the floor.
    “Why can’t I find someone like you?” I said, giving him a sappy smile. “You’re sexy and smart. Funny. And you care about my orgasms.”
    He bent over me and kissed my mouth. “I do care. But Heather’s right. Maybe you should look outside our circle. Do some experimenting. Find out what makes you horny.”
    “Maybe I should.” I gave him a smile then began to dress. I had no trouble sliding my dress over my body, but when I leaned forward to slide on my sandals, I swayed. “Whoa. The room’s moving.”
    Heather giggled. “You are so going to regret this tomorrow.”
    I turned my head to meet her gaze. “I don’t regret this. Not with you two. We’ve been friends forever. Besides, the details are going to be very… blurry.” I shook my head and widened my eyes. “That driver here yet?”
    Farley checked his phone. “He’s waiting outside the door.”
    I stood then and waved them both away. “You have something to finish. Don’t bother showing me out.” I wiggled my fingers and left, my heart hurting because they were already laughing, groaning. They’d both find pleasure tonight.
    They weren’t broken.
    * * * *
    Light shone brightly enough that even though I squinched my eyes shut, it blinded me. My head throbbed.
    “Turn it the fuck off,” I muttered.
    “That’s sunlight. Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”
    “Fuck off, Mason.” I groaned. “What are you doing in my room?”
    “It’s not your room.”
    The smell of coffee wafted beneath my nose, and I gulped, hoping I wouldn’t puke. “Mason!”
    “Wake up,” he said, his voice hard, merciless.
    Delicious, I thought, before I reminded herself— that’s Mason!
    I moved my hand to shield my eyes, but something stopped me. My eyes popped open and I stared at my wrist—a leather cuff was attached to it, and when I pulled upward, I saw it was attached to a chain.
    “ Masoooon! What the ever loving fuck?”
    He settled his butt on the black, buttery-leather couch where I rested on my side and held out the cup. “Take it.”
    I couldn’t get my mind around the fact I was chained and that my asshat stepbrother was the one responsible. “Did you do this? Did you kidnap me? Are you holding me for ransom? Didn’t know you needed the cash. Mona said you were doing well for yourself.”
    Although what exactly he was doing had been kept ambiguous.
    “I didn’t kidnap you.” He snorted. “I saved your life.”
    “Huh.” I frowned, noting the harsh planes of his face. Always beyond handsome, he looked a little haggard, like he hadn’t slept, and his gaze bored into mine.
    “Do you even remember last night?”
    I felt heat creep across my face.
    I remembered getting naked and fucked by my two best friends… I remembered the suddenly, without warning.
    Holy fuck.
    Had I said anything to Mason? He already thought I was a spoiled rotten, trust fund princess. I could bear him thinking that, but having him know I’d turned to my friends in hopes of “curing” my little problem would be completely humiliating.
    “Not much,” I admitted, which was partly true. I didn’t remember coming home. “Am I home? Is this your apartment?”
    I’d never stepped foot inside his private rooms, which encompassed the entire basement floor. My glance cut from him and touched on the rest of the living area. My jaw dropped. One wall was covered by mahogany cabinets, a large selection of items sitting in brackets or hanging from hooks beneath a track light—whips, paddles, floggers, chains and more restraints.
    I sat, dropping my feet to the floor as my glance went to a cage hanging from the ceiling and then a large, x-shaped piece of furniture with handcuffs and leg shackles bolted to the thick wood. I’d always suspected he was a kinky bastard, but never considered he was a sadist.
    It did explain a lot.
    With my eyes wide, I returned my stare to