Free Stepbrother Romance: My Alpha Cowboy Stepbrother (Stepbrother Romance, Taboo, Forbidden, Stepsister, New Adult, Western Romance, Cowboy Romance) by Celia Styles Page A

hand.  “Stop thinking,” she said.  “You’re overanalyzing things.  Do you like this?” she asked. 
    “Yes.”
    “Do you like this?” Stella asked, getting up and moving behind me.  Presently I felt her hands on my shoulders, pressing deep and hard into the muscles there.  I felt my whole body relax, and then, after a while, I realized that my mind was quiet.  I wasn’t nervous anymore.  This felt good.  This felt right. 
    “Let me take off your jacket,” Stella said, reaching around me and undoing the buttons.  As she peeled it off my shoulders her hand grazed my breast, and I hoped—wanted—her to hold me, touch me.  She brushed her fingers against my nipples as she resumed the massage—a gesture just erotic enough to stoke the first flames of “fuck me now” desire, and just innocent enough to pass for not trying.  “It’s easier to get a feel for what I’m doing,” she said, as she kneaded the muscles in my shoulders.  But now, with her hands against my bare skin, her touch took on another dimension—she was responding to me, her hands going where I opened up to her. 
    I tilted my head to one side, inviting her to knead the muscles of my neck.  She did that with one hand, and then with the other tilted my head skyward and kissed me.  Her lips tasted of strawberries, and felt just as soft and luscious, deliciously warm and tantalizingly responsive.  I could sense her desire in the way she sought out my tongue, even as I fought for hers.
    Then she lay down next to me, her breasts soft and warm against mine.  We were still kissing each other, lying on her towel in the warm sun.  My hand landed on her breast, and she made no effort to remove it, so I tentatively began to squeeze it.  Through the fabric of her clothes I felt her nipple harden, and when I brushed it with my thumb we both gasped.  It was a moment of beauty and realization for me—that I, too, could make her body do all of these things, and that she was going to let me. 
    And then two rainbows walked by, and one of them said, “Gorgeous.”
    I jerked back, startled that anybody would comment on us here.  Just when I was starting to feel comfortable, too. 
    “Sorry,” said the first rainbow.  He was done in patches of body paint, all over his (perfectly sculpted) torso and face.  The jeans he wore had been painted to match.  “It’s just that the two of you make a gorgeous couple.  I’m Zach, by the way.  He’s Deke.”
    “Yeah, well, you guys fucking killed the mood,” Stella shot back, annoyed.  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss this foxy lady?”
    Deke, who was painted in broad stripes of color, said, “We could help you get it back,” he said, smiling mischievously. Because his face was painted red, it was a very odd look. 
    “I don’t think so,” Stella said.  “Easton is mine.”
    “Ooh, territorial.  What do you say, Deke?  Up for a challenge?”
    Stella seemed unfazed by this turn in the conversation, but I couldn’t handle it anymore.  “I’m not some prize to be won!  I’m here on a date and—“
    “Easton,” Stella said calmly.  “Relax.”
    “What’s up with her?” asked Zach.
    “First time kissing a girl,” Stella said. 
    “And at Pride, too,” Zach finished.  He whistled.  “You are one incredible fox, Easton.”
    “She’s new to the whole idea of sex for pleasure,” Stella added. 
    “I’ll say,” murmured Deke.  I shot him a scowl.  Zach elbowed Deke. 
    “Well,” said Zach, “what would you all say to showing the lady a good time?”
    “A—what’s going on?  I thought you guys were gay.  Gay guys don’t do women,” I blurted out. 
    “We’re with each other because we happen to love each other,” Deke said, “but we’re, um, what’s the word again—pansexual?  Transsexual?”  He glanced at Zach, who shook his head, violently.  “Well, whatever.  We’ll do anything with a pulse that can give