Step Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

I forced myself up into a sitting position, my muscles still aching from that brutal mountain trail. "I'm just saying... it sounds like your stepfather wants to be more of a daddy." My stomach twisted violently at his words, a hot wave of friction rushing straight up my spine. I let out an unsteady breath, my eyes locking onto his as I searched for words to counter him. But the memories of the last few days replayed in my mind like a loop of film I couldn't stop. William in the kitchen. William on the trail. William pulling down my hoodie to feel the frantic, terrified beat of my pulse. He was a commanding, demanding asshole.

I realized I had a crush on my stepfather the exact moment he walked out of the swimming pool wearing nothing but wet black shorts. It wasn't just a mild, passing thought either. It was a full-blown, throat-drying, heart-hammering realization that made me want to slide right off the sun lounger and sink into the concrete.

Iris's POV "Iris." My father's voice came through the phone. "How are you?" "Fine." I kept my voice flat. "How's the trip?" "I'm wrapping up. Listen..." He paused. The kind that meant Sandra had put him up to something. "Your stepmother mentioned you haven't returned her calls. She's been asking about you." "I've seen her messages." I said. "So?" He asked. "So I've been busy, Dad." My voice came out strained.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

And just like that, I exploded emptying everything into his mouth, I watched the scene before me as my stepfather, licked my cum till there was nothing left, he finally let go off my numb leg as he fell beside me, We were both breathing so hard, gasping for breath, “This is the best sex of my life” I said breathlessly, “There's more to come little doll” He grinned, slowly, I rolled closer and began to lean in, he didn't flinch not until I got closer “Stop, I don't kiss people randomly” “What?” “I only kiss the person I'm in love with” I felt a sting in my heart but I told myself it's nothing. “You kiss my mother Everytime, does that mean you're in love with her?”

“Where is my friend? What did you do to Sophia?” Stephan laughed. “Your friend?” He leaned against the doorframe, completely relaxed. “You mean Sophia? We’re mutual friends, don’t worry. She said I should take care of you well.” Mutual friends. The words didn’t make sense. “Mutual how?” I asked. “Sophia Valdez. My father’s favorite.” Stephan stepped into the room. I stepped back. “She’s been promised to Gavin since they were children. His future wife. Though my brother seems to have forgotten that particular arrangement.”

I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be this important to you, for you to love someone else even more than you love yourself. “I was told the conference will be in a few days,” his voice pulls me from my train of thoughts. He has picked up the book he must have been reading before I interrupted his rare free day. I stared at the title, my brows pulling together in confusion. I couldn’t understand why the hell my father is reading a romance novel. I’m quite sure I don’t want to hear the answer because it means I can’t unhear it, and something tells me, I would want to unhear it.

I place my hand on his leg and he places his over mine. I look back over to my father and he’s giving us a look I’m not sure how to read. “Dad, I know this might be hard to understand and the circumstances under which we met are a bit…complicated-” “I’m gonna stop you right there. I’ve never been a big romantic person, obviously, but I know for a fact there’s nothing complicated about the way you two just looked at each other. Sure, the step-sibling thing is a little strange, but it’s not like you were raised as siblings or anything. Hell, there was a damn ocean between you until recently. Does he make you happy?”

Just me, a few bottles of Moscato, and some emotionally stunted men on N*****x. Then the door slams open like a DEA raid. “Pumpkin!” I shriek, nearly twisting my ankle trying to hide my ass with a pillow. My dad barrels in, smelling like celebration and midlife crisis. His cheeks are flushed, and he’s holding a glass of something that screams expensive and unfiltered. “Guess what! Me and Kathy—” cue the violent eye twitch, “—we’re heading to Europe for the holidays. Surprise honeymoon! Paris, Rome, that place with the boats.”

As if he was afraid I wouldn't believe him, he added, "I'll look into the hospital, your school, and everywhere your mother visited. I'll find out what happened with that card, too." I pulled the door open a fraction wider. "Do whatever you want." Right after saying that, I lowered my head and continued sorting through the review materials on my desk. Even though I had already submitted my withdrawal application, I still couldn't bear to part with those textbooks. Multiple emotions swirled in Ian's gaze as he stood at the doorway and watched me flip through the books with my head down. Still, I didn't look up. I was well aware that he could dig as deep as he wanted now, but it would never ch