“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.“What, kiddo?” Jaxon had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.Jaxon had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed
JaxonThe meeting dragged on, my client whining about his mess. He had a great family — smart kids, a sexy wife — and threw it all away for his secretary and cocaine. What a fucking idiot.I wanted to scream at him, tell him he was a piece of shit. I had my own fucked-up family — a drunk, social-climbing mom and terrible boyfriends. I had to cook for myself at seven and fight at eight because of her shit choices.This guy had it made and destroyed it all."Fuck her, right? She was supposed to be gone! Why the hell did she come back early?""Intent for entrapment," Johnson, one of Ken’s other shitty lawyers, chimed in. The room laughed. Fuck them.Price and Houghton paid well, but they defended scum like him. They even planned to defame his wife so he could steal her money.“Jaxon.”My eyes snapped up to Ken, his steely gray ones locked on mine.“Any thoughts here, son?”God fucking damnit, I hated when he said that.Ken wasn’t my father, and I sure as shit wasn’t his son. But, that di
Everly“Miss?”With a start I realized the cab was stopped, and in front of my father and Jaxon’s office building. I followed the wide-eyed stare of the cab driver through the rearview mirror and also realized with a hot flush that my skirt had ridden high on my thighs — like, scandalously high. I quickly yanked it down, blushing furiously, before handing my money to the driver and scampering out of the car.My pulse pounded as I rose in the glass elevator — my nervousness and the aching heat inside of me rising with each floor. At last, it opened to the law firm's floor, and I stepped out, still blushing as I stepped towards the receptionist’s desk. Back at the school, when I’d been ditching, the feeling of being bare under my skirt had been thrilling and exciting. Here though? In my dad’s freaking law firm? It was terrifying.The receptionist knew me, of course, and smiled as I asked about Jaxon. “How cute,” she must have thought, “his step-sister coming to keep him company at work
Chapter 1 [Kendall] “Thanks for inviting me,” I say, smiling at Elora as I nudge her with my shoulder. She laughs, lifting her champagne glass. “You needed a break, Kendall. It’s about time.” I wiggle my toes in the clear, saltwater pool and glance at her perfectly manicured feet. “Yeah, I don’t get out much.” Elora tilts her head knowingly. “Because you’re always at home taking care of your dad.” I nod, the usual heaviness settling in. “He’s not been the same since the heart attack. I’ve taken over most of the household stuff. Lucky he made enough money as a low-level guy before getting sick to take care of us. I owe him everything.” “You’re a good daughter,” she says sincerely before grinning again. “But today’s about mimosas and sunshine, so drink up.” I smile, taking another sip of my drink. Elora’s been my best friend since we were twelve, always dragging me into fun I didn’t know I needed. Sometimes I think she tries to live enough for both of us. When Marco Barone’s voi
[Camden] I can think of about five things I’d rather be doing (three of them women) that isn’t standing around at Bruno Esposito’s stupid party. It isn’t even really a wiseguy party, just something that Bruno has thrown together for his birthday. I ended up driving Elora here early because she couldn’t wait, which left Kendall to finish getting ready on her own.Elora bolted the second we arrived, no doubt hunting down Bruno or stirring up trouble somewhere else. The mansion is huge, probably bigger even than Dante’s-my capo. The Espositos are an old family, and Bruno is the next in line. I guess that’s part of the reason that Elora likes him so much. She’s attracted to power, that’s for sure. I’m the guy that works for the men in power, and I like it that way. There’s too much responsibility in being a made man to be honest. Too many people trying to take what you have. I’m glad I’m under the radar and don’t have to worry about looking over my shoulder at every turn. I jus
[Kendall] I’ve never been particularly popular, but there must be something to this dress, because men keep coming up to me, introducing themselves. Alessandro Barone, Marco’s younger brother, walks up to me, looking me up and down. “What’s your name, pretty girl?” he asks in a low tone, and I snort out a laugh. “You’ve known me since high school, Alessandro. I was the year ahead of you? We were in choir together?” He just looks at me blankly. “Kendall Risi,” I say, sighing, and his eyes widen. “No fucking way,” he says in a mumble, and for the first time I notice his eyes are a bit glassy. I don’t smell booze, though, so I suspect drugs. “You’ve been hanging out with Bruno too much,” I accuse, and Alessandro shrugs, smirking. “Maybe. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you,” he says, stepping closer. I back away, not wanting to get cornered by him. “I guess that’s a compliment?” I say dryly. “Of course it is. Look at you,” he says, licking his lips. “I never noticed you be
[Camden]I’m still outside smoking, not paying much attention to the rest of the party, when a blood-curdling scream cuts through the night. It takes me only a second to realize that it’s Elora , and my heart begins to pound as I run down the hallway. I have to push people out of my way, most of the party had started to move upstairs and everyone was in the way. Now that Elora had screamed, people were all going that way and I all but elbowed everyone out of my way as I approached Bruno’s office.Elora is standing in the doorway, shivering all over and I put my hands on her shoulders, turning her away from Bruno’s dead body.“Shit,” I curse.Elora clutches on to me, making me look at her. “It was Marco,” she whispers. “You have to get to Kendall. She saw everything.”Fuck.Apparently, there’s a witness to this murder, and it’s my little sister’s best friend. I’m going to have a long night ahead of me, clearly. I take Elora ’s shoulders in my hands and look at her fiercely.“Find Dant
[Kendall]I wake up with Camden's arms wrapped around me, and it takes me a long moment to figure out where I am and what’s going on.Then I remember last night—a flash across my memory of Bruno’s face—and I gasp.Camden murmurs something in his sleep and rocks against me, his morning erection pressing against my ass.I swallow hard.My teenage self would be over the moon right now, lying in bed with Camden, feeling his arms around me, his body pressed against mine—but I have no idea how to handle it.My mind is spinning between the confusion of this intimate closeness and the aching emptiness inside me. Part of me wants to cling to him and let myself forget, even if just for a little while.I just don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to see Bruno’s dead body, think about the fact that he’s just...gone.I don’t want to think about Marco’s heavy breaths as he chased me through the woods.Or how I was only able to get rid of him by climbing over a rose bush that cut along my legs,
Everly“Miss?”With a start I realized the cab was stopped, and in front of my father and Jaxon’s office building. I followed the wide-eyed stare of the cab driver through the rearview mirror and also realized with a hot flush that my skirt had ridden high on my thighs — like, scandalously high. I quickly yanked it down, blushing furiously, before handing my money to the driver and scampering out of the car.My pulse pounded as I rose in the glass elevator — my nervousness and the aching heat inside of me rising with each floor. At last, it opened to the law firm's floor, and I stepped out, still blushing as I stepped towards the receptionist’s desk. Back at the school, when I’d been ditching, the feeling of being bare under my skirt had been thrilling and exciting. Here though? In my dad’s freaking law firm? It was terrifying.The receptionist knew me, of course, and smiled as I asked about Jaxon. “How cute,” she must have thought, “his step-sister coming to keep him company at work
JaxonThe meeting dragged on, my client whining about his mess. He had a great family — smart kids, a sexy wife — and threw it all away for his secretary and cocaine. What a fucking idiot.I wanted to scream at him, tell him he was a piece of shit. I had my own fucked-up family — a drunk, social-climbing mom and terrible boyfriends. I had to cook for myself at seven and fight at eight because of her shit choices.This guy had it made and destroyed it all."Fuck her, right? She was supposed to be gone! Why the hell did she come back early?""Intent for entrapment," Johnson, one of Ken’s other shitty lawyers, chimed in. The room laughed. Fuck them.Price and Houghton paid well, but they defended scum like him. They even planned to defame his wife so he could steal her money.“Jaxon.”My eyes snapped up to Ken, his steely gray ones locked on mine.“Any thoughts here, son?”God fucking damnit, I hated when he said that.Ken wasn’t my father, and I sure as shit wasn’t his son. But, that di
“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.“What, kiddo?” Jaxon had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.Jaxon had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed
Blurb:Jaxon Hensley stormed into my life, all dominance and raw heat, leaving me obsessed from the moment I saw him. Secretly, of course.No one can know the sweet little good girl dreams of him claiming her in every forbidden way. Or that I poured all my filthy fantasies into a letter meant for the man with piercing green eyes, a sinful body, and a past as dark as his gaze.He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother.Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want.°°°Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in.°°°Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(≧▽≦)****Cha
EpilogueHazel“These Plans All need to be reviewed by Xavier,” says Cynthia, dumping a stack of folders in my arms. In the year that I’ve been interning at Kearns & Rochat, Cynthia has become a friend, even though I maintain that she’s far too glamorous to hang out with me. “Drinks later?” she adds, as I turn to walk to the door.“Sure,” I say with a smile. It’s only been a couple of months since my nineteenth birthday, and it’s still a thrill to order drinks in a bar. Cynthia and I have been going out after work about once a week ever since I became old enough to drink.It’s nice to have a friend—someone who actually likes me. With Cynthia, I can be myself. She never judges me or turns cruel.I haven’t spoken a word to Christine, or anyone else from high school, since the day of our final exam. For a while, Kye was bugging me on social media, but now I’ve deleted all my accounts. Maybe it’s strange to say, for a nineteen year old with no social media accounts or friends my age to sp
“Stepdaughter,” I correct him. “Ex-stepdaughter.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hazel returning to the table and cringe at my own timing. She smiles curiously at both of us as she takes her seat, probably wondering why we each look so uncomfortable.I take another deep breath. “I was just telling Bob,” I explain to her. “About us.”There’s a half second where she looks confused, like she doesn’t understand what I mean, and then relief washes over her face. “You were?” She blinks incredulously.“Yes.” Her reaction makes me care less about Bob’s. It’s pure joy for me to see her this way. I will do anything to make her happy. It doesn’t matter what people think.“Wow,” Bob says, still looking stunned. “Sorry. This is taking a moment to compute.”“Of course.” I tear my eyes away from Hazel’s glowing face to look at him. “I didn’t mean to shock you. But I do want to be honest with you.”“Yes,” he says emphatically, nodding his head. “Please. Always. Listen, I can’t judge. I had…I mean
Xavier Over The Summer, Hazel and I settle into a new kind of life together, one that feels like a hybrid of our many roles.By day, Hazel takes a pre-university course at the University of British Columbia to improve her chances of admission when she applies next spring. I drive her to school, pack her lunch, make dinner, and take care of her as I always have.But at night, in the privacy of our home, we take on new forbidden roles, exploring a taboo that fulfills something unique in each of us. For me, being Hazel’s Daddy is about more than the taboo role-play. I enjoy the way it intersects with BDSM and allows me explore domination, as well as satisfying my need to express my love through caretaking. Being Hazel’s protector and provider adds a dimension of meaning to my life I didn’t know that I was missing.In our new dynamic, Hazel discovers a sense of security that I see reflected in her confidence. She’s happy and carefree knowing that she can count on me to look after her.Mo
I press the head of my cock against her pussy and rub it slightly against her hole, enjoying how wet it is, before pushing myself in. She’s tighter than ever with the jewel in her ass, and she gasps loudly as I stroke myself in and out of her tight cunt until I have to stop myself abruptly, dropping my head and taking ragged breaths. I’m so close to coming already. I slide myself out with a shiver, heart hammering, and then run my thumbs over her cheeks, admiring the beautiful jewel peeking out between the two firm muscles of her ass.“Do you know how to take it out?” I ask her.She shakes her head. “No.”“You need to push it out, while I pull.”“Oh.”“No need to worry, it will just take a minute. Now do as I say.” I hold the sides of the jewel and pull lightly and she gasps in surprise as it slides out.Her asshole is perfect, tiny and dark pink from the weight of the plug. I place the plug on her bedside table and pick up the lube, pouring it generously over her hole, and rubbing it
Xavier I take a seat on the couch and Hazel obediently bends over my knee the way she’s been taught to do. Although she’s getting what she wants, I’ve turned it around on her, and now she’s nervous. Asserting my dominance, something I hope we’ll incorporate into our relationship more and more, has made this interaction even more enjoyable for me. My cock is getting hard as she stretches out over my thighs.I run a hand up the back of her legs, taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her laid out like this. The uniform is so perfect, so innocent… I love the feel of the rough wool of the skirt, and her childish little knee-high socks. I’ve always wanted to fuck her in her school uniform, and the anticipation of it is making my dick throb.I run a hand up to her ass, over her panties, enjoying the feel of her under my hand. I slide a hand under the fabric and squeeze her ass, and that’s when I notice her panties are very wet. They’re practically soaked through.“Dirty girl,” I growl. “Wha