Kissing The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

"Are you okay?" "I...yeah." I nodded. "I mean, wow. Talk about some p**n sex, right?" "I don't know what the hell just happened. I just had to have you." "Must have been the world class head." I laughed softly. "World class pussy too." He gave me a surprisingly soft kiss. "And beautiful." "Pillow talk from my brother," I grinned up at him. "Next on the Hallmark Channel. Brother gets overwhelmed by his hot sisters amazing BJ skills and just has to have her."

The man snarls. Kevin's eyes go wide and then a smile takes over. "It was merely a joke. As a matter of fact, Rhys is my step brother. We're family." "Is that so?" I laugh. His gaze swings to me, taking me in. I immediately spot the desire in his eyes as he looks me over. "Of course. After his mother took him and disappeared years ago, I felt shattered, like I'd lost more than a brother. I guess the business genes really run in us, hunh? "

“Wasn’t enjoying the kiss? Wasn't letting him touch you like you belonged to him? Like I'm nothing.” I flinched, swallowing hard. “Nick, I was confused. Everything was happening so fast, too quickly. I didn't know—” He laughed bitterly. “Confused? Really? That’s your excuse?” His voice sounded broken and angry. "You weren't confused when his hands were on you. When you were kissing him back." His voice rose, getting louder. "My brother, Kaima! You kissed Nathan. My own goddamn brother!" "It wasn't like that—”

I take a sip of wine. “You’re very arrogant.” “I’m very observant.” Dinner arrives. Delicate seafood. Perfectly prepared dishes. But I barely notice the food. Because Ethan’s attention never leaves me. Finally I sigh. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re trying to figure me out.” “I am.” “Well stop.” He laughs quietly. “That’s not going to happen.” For a moment we sit in silence again. Then Ethan says something unexpected. “My brother likes you.”

were sitting in their parent's den dressed in much the same attire as Gretta and I presently sported talking about a disastrous double date they had just returned from. Speaking to her brother, the sister compared kissing her date with doing mouth to mouth necessitation on a dead fish. "I don't think he even brushed his teeth" she was saying "plus he was a lousy kisser." The brother mused to himself, "Gee, I wonder what Carla thought of me?" "Kissing, you mean?" "Yeah, I wonder if Carla thought I was a lousy kisser too?" "I'm sure she didn't, but still…" "What?"

By four, the narrative had shifted. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not because Lena had done anything. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Because the story was better than the photo. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> At the gate after school, Susie caught up to her. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Forty people", Susie said. "Forty people in that group chat read the full story. The wrong brother thing. All of it."

The worst part—the absolute worst part—was the moment she had walked out of the office and he had followed her to the window, watched her cross the parking garage, and seen him. Liam. His bastard half-brother, leaning against that ridiculous car like he owned the fucking world, and when Yvonne had reached him, Liam had pulled her into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. Arthur had stood there and watched, unable to look away, as his brother opened the car door for her—something Arthur couldn't remember ever doing in three years—and then Yvonne had done something that made Arthur's blood go cold. She had kissed him.

I said, trying to hide the awkwardness. Kai moved further inside my room and clicked the door shut behind him, locking it with a soft, decisive click. He climbed over the bed and leaned closer to me, his presence overwhelming. “I want you as bad as you want me,” he said, then moved in to kiss me. I pulled away immediately and got up, heart racing. “This is wrong, you're my stepbrother. We can't do this,” I shook my head furiously, trying to explain that it was wrong.

Still feel the marks he'd left on her neck, the bruises forming on her hips where his fingers had gripped her. She turned the water hotter. Her body ached in places she hadn't known could ache. Her thighs were sore from riding him. Her core felt tender and used, and she could still feel the stretch of him, the size of him, the way he'd filled her completely and then some. She'd had the best sex of her life with the wrong man. The wrong brother. And now she had to figure out how to live with that. She should be shocked and horrified. In some ways, she was, but their encounter had also proven she hadn't been the problem in her relationship. Mark had been. Paige had been right.

Sophia Hawthorne spent five years loving a man who never loved her back. Five years being the perfect wife — until her husband asked for an open marriage. The very next day, he brought home a pregnant woman. Humiliated and betrayed, Sophia decides to make him regret everything. And revenge leads her straight into the arms of the one man she should never want. Jaxx Moretti. Her husband's younger brother. The family's black sheep. Her greatest temptation. The man with a wicked smile, filthy promises, and a dangerous habit of looking at her like she's already his. Getting involved with him was supposed to be simple. A reckless mistake, a way to make her husband jealous. But Sophia quickly