All Chapters of My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALEXReed shot me a final, lingering look that sent another shiver down my spine before he exited the room, leaving me alone with his mother. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and something else I couldn’t quite name.Fuck! I was tense yet something between my legs burned for a few seconds he had touched me. Pictures of what I had seen in the early hours of the morning flooded my mind."I was also about to leave, Good morning, Mrs Gunner."“Nonsense, girl,” Mrs. Gunner said, her tone motherly but firm, as I made a move to stand. “You’ve barely eaten. Join me.”I hesitated, my mind still reeling from Reed’s touch and the sudden change in the room’s atmosphere. Mrs. Gunner’s presence was calming but carried an underlying authority that I found hard to resist. I sat back down as Mrs. Gunner took her seat across from me. She poured herself a cup of tea, then looked up with a thoughtful expression. "Do you know what your grandfather looked like, dear?"I shook my head, my curios

RHYS The air around the estate was thick with the late afternoon heat as I walked towards the lake, seeking a moment of solitude. The weight of the past few days, filled with family drama had been exhausting. As I walked, my thoughts drifted to how much had changed since my mother had married Mr. Chaz. It felt like a lifetime ago, though it had only been a couple decades.Back then, my brothers and I were still grappling with the aftermath of our own father’s death, and Mother didn't want us thrust into handling his business. And when we had taken the reigns, it had been a nightmare for her. The Alcatraz brothers weren’t exactly known for their responsible streak, but we’d managed to keep things afloat. Chaz, for all his eccentricities, had been a stabilizing presence—or at least, that’s what he’d tried to be. His attempts to bond with us had been awkward, filled with strained family dinners and forced conversations. But there had been moments of genuine connection too, moments I had

ALEXDinner in this house always felt like a performance. Tonight, the tension was thicker than usual, a palpable force lingering over the table. No one dared to speak out of turn, each word carefully measured, each glance weighted with unspoken meaning. I could feel the pressure of it all, the power plays, the buried resentments, the secrets twisting through the air like invisible threads pulling us all into their web.I couldn’t get the image of Reed out of my head. That smug, infuriating smile as he touched the blonde lady, his eyes hawked on me as he drove his cock deep into her and fucked her till she came, dared me to react. Fuck! The thought was turning me on against my will. I couldn't trust myself with these men.Even now, with him sitting at the far end of the table, I could feel his intensity, an invisible tether pulling me toward him. I hated how I couldn’t shake it, couldn’t shake him, no matter how hard I tried. The worst part was, he knew. Reed always appeared like he

ALEXRhys left me in the kitchen, with my mind clogged with confusion and longing, and my legs wobbled beneath me as I slid off the counter. What had just happened? I could still feel the heat of his hands on my skin, the pressure of his fingers, the taste of his kiss. My lips tingled, my thighs clenched involuntarily as the memory of his touch lingered in the back of my mind. I tried to pull myself together and collect my thoughts. I needed to distract myself. Something, anything. My eyes drifted to one of the freezers, and I remembered the leftover cake from earlier. Maybe sugar would ground me. I took a few steps and grabbed a small piece, my fingers trembling as I lifted it to my lips.Just as I was about to take a bite, I froze. Voices. They were getting closer. Panic shot through me. Without thinking, I dropped into a crouch, hiding behind one of the counters in the large kitchen. I cursed under my breath as the cake smeared between my fingers, but I didn’t have time to care. I

RHYSI stood just outside Alex’s room, listening to the muffled sounds of her pleasure from the other side of the door. Soft gasps and moans escaped her lips, each one more desperate than the last. She must have been touching herself, trying to find relief in the privacy of her own room. The thought made me chuckle. She was a dirty liar, always trying to play innocent, but there was no denying what I was hearing.I almost felt the urge to knock, to open the door and help her reach that peak, to see her face flushed and undone. But no, she seemed to be managing just fine on her own. When I heard her final gasp, a sound that told me she had found satisfaction, I casually strolled past her door, heading toward my own room at the end of the hall.As I approached the corner, I noticed Rhett standing there, leaning against the wall, his hands buried in his pockets. His gaze was focused on the floor, his expression hard. It was immediately clear he’d been watching me, seen me stop outside Al