ONE MOMENT. TWO MASKS. THREE CHASES INTO THE NIGHT. They’re supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can’t stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They’re stepbrothers.
View MoreBLAISE“Kiss me, Cole,” Allie’s voice drifts through the door, and I fist my hands, ear pressed to the wood. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?”I can’t hear Cole’s response, my brows knitting together as I strain to listen. Are they kissing? Does he want her?I grind my teeth, cursing myself for hovering outside my brother’s bedroom door like a peeping Tom, but my skin crawls at the thought of his girlfriend anywhere near him after the way he looked at me from beneath his heavy lids in the shower. I can’t stop thinking about his soaked hair plastered to his forehead or how the water beaded on his lips, a droplet clinging to the end of his nose while he stroked his hard dick. Fuck me... I’m ruined after seeing him wet and horny, surrounded by steam. The way he stared at me as he pleasured himself, trying to reach a high that seemed far away until I curled my fingers around his wrist.He didn’t stop me.I should have stayed away, but I didn’t.Despite my better judgment, I reach for th
Mom has set a spread for breakfast like she does every weekend morning. If she’s not at work on the ward at our local hospital, she’s in the kitchen with her cookbooks and enjoying every second of it.My stepdad stares at me from across the table. “Where were you last night?”I raise a brow. “Samson’s, why?”“We heard the front gates opening in the middle of the night.”Dropping my gaze to my plate, I shrug. “Wasn’t me.”The table shakes as his hand slams down on the surface. “Don’t lie, boy.”“Gavin,” Mom scolds. “He said it wasn’t him.”“Well, it wasn’t my son.”He likes to point out on the regular that Blaise is his son, that I am not anything of biology to him, and that he has a strong bad taste toward me. He thinks I’m my dad. I look like him, and apparently, I’m going to grow up to act like him too.If I ever become a family man, the last thing in the entire world I’d do is abuse them. I wouldn’t force my son to drink gasoline and make him puke it back up, and I wouldn’t make my
COLEThe ringing of my phone wakes me from my deep sleep, and I wince when I try to move, my body battered and bruised from last night’s antics.Everything is tight and tense, and so is my rigid cock standing to attention beneath my duvet, straining in my pants.I shove my hand south and fix it to a comfortable position, groaning from the tingling sensation. I didn’t get off last night. My full attention was on Blaise and making sure I owned full dominance.I think, deep down, I didn’t want to dominate him – wearing the mask and hiding who I was just made it that bit easier to breathe.What exactly was it I wanted? To beat Blaise? To touch him?No.I’m just confused with the way I’m feeling. Allie claims to love me, yet spreads her legs for anyone and everyone, and then Blaise is just…everywhere.Another buzz from my bedside, and I sigh and rub my hand down my face. I need to go back to sleep, I’m exhausted.With one eye open, I reach for my phone, rejecting the call from Allie. It’s
“Where are you going?” he shouts as I scale a bench, and the sound of his voice sends me crashing to the dirty floor between two rows.I wince in pain, clutching my elbow. Fuck me, that hurt! My chest shakes with silent laughter. How the hell did I find myself trapped in a lecture hall by a fucking madman whose cock I’ve sucked?Grabbing hold of the nearest seat, I pull myself up, grimacing as pain jabs at my skull. I’ll feel fantastic tomorrow.I breathe through gritted teeth, my eyes tracking his every move while I try to gain control of my body. There are two more rows behind me. If I’m quick, I might reach the doors at the top.When he’s at the end of my row, I swallow down a spike of exhilaration, watching him approach. Dark eyes peer at me through his mask. He takes his sweet time, one booted step in front of the other, his black jeans straining against his muscular legs.Kneeling on the floor with my injured elbow clasped tightly against my heaving chest, I bare my bloodied tee
BLAISE''Such a good fucking boy.”Fuck me dead. Those whispered words and the anger they evoked when he used them as a weapon to taunt me drove me mad, but not only that—desire licked over my heated skin beneath my soaked clothes.Trapped in my pants, my cock pulses as I sprint down the hallway like my life depends on it, pushing myself more than I ever have on the football field.My boots thunder on the floor, and my legs pump harder and faster. Beneath the consuming fear and anticipation burns a fire that sets me alight. I’m alive.I go flying around the corner, colliding with the wall opposite, my shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. The pain barely registers. My head already throbs from the blow that sent me flying into the swimming pool. I didn’t see it coming, and that’s what’s so fucking thrilling. I felt his hard dick grind against my ass back there, his fingers twitching in my hair, the barely restrained control behind every breath.Expecting him close on my heel, I thro
I stare at my phone, my knee bouncing, needing to get rid of this anger, but punching a bag or hitting the gym did nothing to lessen my rage.Mom texted me earlier, asking me to leave Blaise and his girlfriend alone, and that, with the combination of his words earlier and the way he spoke to me the other morning, I’m about to snap.Maybe I already snapped?I type the message out four times, deleting it each time, lying back on my bed and listening to how loud Blaise’s TV is. Mia is in there. I can hear her giggling, and I want to break through his door, tell her to fuck off, and punch Blaise so damn hard, he passes out.The white mask and black hoodie I got from Samson sit on my bedside cabinet. I had a plan. But now I think I might kill him instead.Fuck it.I type out the message I’ve been desperate to send.Me: Wanna know who I am? Meet me at the college’s swimming pool at 7 tonight or everyone will see our text messages. I’m sure your girlfriend would be thrilled to know how much
COLEcoach is giving me a fucking headache, probably worse than Blaise did yesterday. The audacity of that motherfucker to even think about laying a damn finger on me. Who the fuck does he think he is?He openly grabbed me, as if he did it every day, and the more I think of it, remembering the way he swallowed my cock with very little fight, he might enjoy it.Fuck.I’ve never indicated to him that I wanted his hands anywhere near me. Yeah, a few times I’ve teased him, called him out on his bullshit and demanded he break up with Mia, but I’ve never given him any ideas that I’d want to, and I quote, “choke on a big, fat cock.”Fucking asshole.A shoulder hits into me, and I nearly deck it.“Pay attention, Carter.”I grit my teeth and glare at Samson, not giving a fuck that he’s my friend. I’m in no mood for bullshit today. And to make this glorious fucking afternoon better, Blaise stands at the side, impatiently bouncing on his heels while he waits for the second day of tryouts to begi
What’s going on inside his skull? What is he doing here?“Why did you drink so much last night?” he asks, his husky voice drifting over my nape like a caress.I shrug, squeezing soapy bubbles from the sponge, imagining it’s his cock in my hand and I’m milking the cum from his balls. “Jackson challenged me to drink.”“Jackson?” There’s an edge in his voice.He’s on the move, prowling closer while I slide the sponge in a wide circle over the plate. I squeeze again, coaxing more creamy foam to the surface, and it slowly slides down my fingers. “You like that, don’t you, Cole? Give it to me.”I smirk. “You sound tense.”His heat lines up with my back, warming more than just my skin beneath the T-shirt. I feel him everywhere, his breath wafting over my neck to tease the short strands curling around my ears. I focus on the sponge in my hand and trail my thumb through the creamy foam. “Such a good boy for your little brother. Look at all that cum.”“I told you to break up with your girlfrien
Dragging a hand over my face, I push up on my elbows and blink at her. What the hell happened last night? I executed my plan to perfection, but then what? I don’t remember a damn thing after carrying Mia out of the bedroom and tucking her into bed in a spare room so that she could sleep it off while I returned to the party downstairs. Samson and Jackson supplied me with alcohol, and I played along. I’ve perfected the social game, or so I thought…Mia’s tangled hair is a rat’s nest on her head, and her lashes are clumped. She’s a fucking mess, but I’ll admit that she has never looked more enticing to me than she did last night while Cole fucked her senseless—a warm hole to empty his load inside.I’m strangely stirred by the memory as I finger a strand of Mia’s matted hair. I rarely feel emotions past this ‘desire’ to control my environment and the people in it, but something about seeing Cole pump her full of cum piqued a deep-rooted curiosity in me. That need to control my environment
The house is crowded. Music blasts through the speakers from every corner of the room, people already drunk and dancing to the heavy bass.Allie laces her fingers in mine as I lead us through the sweaty bodies until I reach Samson and Keith, my friends from college. They greet me, then nod to my girl.It’s more than what they’ve done over the last twelve months. They aren’t fans of her since she cheated on me last year, always telling me to ditch her.I didn’t care enough to break up with her.Their eyes lift to the person behind me, and I sigh. “Allie asked Mia to come. Fuckface decided he had to join because he can’t go one hour without being stuck to her side.”Blaise ignores me and goes straight to my friends.Samson leans forward and shakes Blaise’s hand. “Been a while, man. How’s life treating you?”Blaise sits down and brings Mia onto his knee. They get into a discussion about football and how my stepbrother wants to do tryouts, and I take Allie to get drinks to try to forget t...
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