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  Warning: These books contain material of an adult nature and are intended for mature readers only. They contain love stories about step-siblings. If you are offended by this subject matter, then this book might not be for you.

  Contents

  Book One – Guilty Pleasures

  Book Two – The Dare

  Book Three – Masquerade

  Book Four – Making Her Safe

  Book Five One Little Mistake

  Guilty Pleasures

  Ava Grace

  Chapter One

  The corners of Neal’s mouth lifted into a grin that should be made illegal then his tongue swept between the folds of my pussy.

  “God, yes,” I growled. “Just like that.”

  He let out a ragged groan then sucked my clit into his mouth.

  “Miss James, can you answer the question, please?”

  Something that felt like the tip of a pencil prodded my back and I awoke from my daydream to glance around the classroom in confusion. “Huh?”

  At the front of the class, Mr. Peters, my English professor was wearing his trademark scowl. Had he just asked me something? I sure hoped so because I hated being pulled out of my erotic fantasies for no reason—especially when they were getting to the good bit. That really sucked and not in a good way.

  Mr. Peters opened his mouth, presumably to repeat the question just as the bell for the end of class rang out. I breathed a sigh of relief as I grabbed my books and bag and quickly got to my feet. I was nearly out the door when he called out my name again.

  “Miss James, can I have a word?”

  Crap.

  I trudged up to the front of the class then stood in front of Mr. Peters’ desk, but instead of addressing me, he turned to clean the whiteboard. He did this painfully slowly and by the time he’d finished, all my classmates had already left the class. I suspected that had been his intention, but I didn’t say anything. I just waited patiently for him to finish. In truth, I was glad he’d waited, because if he had something embarrassing to say about my lack of concentration then I’d prefer it if none of my classmates heard it.

  When he finally turned to face me, there was a soft smile on his lips and it made him look years younger than he had before. Not that he was old. At a guess, I’d put him in his mid to late twenties and he was attractive in that geeky school professor kind of way. Most of my friends were attracted to him, but I’d never looked at him in that way because I only had eyes for one man—my stepbrother, Neal.

  Neal didn’t know I existed, of course. Well, he did, but only as the annoying little sister who used to follow him and his friends around like a lost puppy. His friends would come over to our house to play in the treehouse that my stepfather had built for us and I used to beg Neal to let me play with them. He never did let me—he said that they didn’t want a girl spoiling their fun. But whenever his friends weren’t there he’d come to the treehouse with me and we’d play in it for hours. The times we spent together in that treehouse are my favorite childhood memories.

  But that had been eight years ago. Things had changed since then. I’d changed. I still wanted to be around him every bit as much as I did then, but now I wanted him in a different way. I needed him to look at me like the woman I’d become, not the ten-year-old girl I once was.

  I would have given anything to act out my dirty fantasies with Neal, but I’d never have had the courage to tell him how I really felt about him. I couldn’t. To do so would destroy our entire family and there was no way I would do that. My family was precious to me—I needed them like I needed air.

  “Zoey.” Mr. Peters reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. “Is everything okay? You’ve been distracted a lot in class lately. Is something wrong? If there’s anything you’d like to talk about you know my door is always open. There’s no problem at home, is there?”

  I shook my head, wishing he’d take his hand off my shoulder. It was starting to make me uncomfortable, especially when he used his thumb to rub soothing circles on my collar bone. I tried to hide my discomfort with a smile and shake of my head.

  “No, everything at home is great.”

  “I see. Then maybe you’re having boyfriend troubles, hmm?” His enquiring gaze made me squirm and I lowered my gaze, no longer able to meet his eyes.

  “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I replied rather too quickly.

  “Really?” There was so much surprise in his tone that I lifted my gaze once more, just in time to see him raise his eyebrows.

  I shrugged.

  “A pretty girl like you must have men beating down your door. What’s wrong? Aren’t you interested in any of the boys in high school?”

  I shook my head again. It was the truth. Neal was the only boy I was interested in and he’d finished high school two years ago and was currently studying engineering at our local community college. Actually, calling him a boy was a stretch. Neal spent much of his spare time working out in the gym so his muscles were well defined and at six foot one, he cut an imposing figure. He was definitely all man. He turned heads wherever he went, mine included.

  With so many women trying to get in his pants, it was obvious that he wouldn’t look twice at someone like me. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself hideous, but I’ve always thought I was ordinary. I wasn’t overly tall or short enough to be described as petite. My muddy brown hair was neither long nor short and my slim figure was bordering on skinny. And we lived in a town filled with curvy blonde bombshells. What chance did I have of competing?

  “That’s understandable,” Mr. Peters went on, his thumb still rubbing circles on my shoulder. “I’ve always thought you were very mature for your age. I’m sure you’d prefer to be with a man rather than a boy, wouldn’t you, Zoey?”

  He ran a salacious glance up and down my body while he waited for my reply and I shivered with revulsion. If I’d been any number of my friends, I likely would have welcomed his attention. Instead, I found him skeevy and inappropriate. I wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible.

  “Can I be excused?” I asked hurriedly. “My brother is picking me up today and if I don’t leave soon he’ll come looking for me.”

  Mr. Peters’ pleasant expression turned sour. He nodded to the door. “Get out of here, but I want your full concentration in class from now on or there’ll be consequences.”

  I nodded my agreement then hurried to the door. “I will,” I promised. “Thanks, Mr. Peters!”

  Relieved to be away from him, I hurried along the corridor, heading for the exit. Most of the students had already left, but a couple still hung around, stuffing books and bags into their lockers. When I made it out into the parking lot and scanned the rows of cars, it only t
ook a moment before I saw Neal leaning against the door of his car. He caught my gaze then pushed off and headed in my direction.

  My stomach lurched, the same way it always did when I set eyes on him. His dark, floppy hair framed a handsome, square face. And his lips were full and fleshy. I’d spent hours daydreaming about those lips and what they could do to me, but my happiness at seeing him diminished when I caught sight of his angry glare.

  “Where have you been?” he demanded when we met in the middle of the lot. “I told you I’d be in a rush today. I’ve got a paper due in and I need to get to the library.”

  “It’s not my fault,” I said sulkily, trying to hide my hurt feelings with annoyance. “I was—“

  “Hi, Zoey!”

  I turned at the sound of my name to see Daniel Matthews, a boy from my History class grinning widely at me.

  “Oh, hi, Danny,” I replied, my tone lacking his cheerful enthusiasm.

  His grin widened. “See you in class tomorrow.”

  I nodded my agreement. “Yeah, see you.”

  We watched him cross the lot to his car—a shiny new Mercedes—before Neal tossed another glare in my direction. “Is that who made you late? Who is he to you anyway? He’d better not be your boyfriend. You’re too young to date.”

  I scowled at my brother—stepbrother I reminded myself silently. I might be in love with him, but sometimes he annoyed the crap out of me.

  “He isn’t my boyfriend,” I gritted out. “He isn’t anything to me—just a boy from my class.”

  Neal grunted then turned to shoot daggers at Danny’s car as it sped away out of the lot. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

  I rolled my eyes—something I seemed to be doing around him a lot. “He doesn’t look at me any differently to how he looks at everyone else. Besides, I’m not too young to date, I’m eighteen.”

  “Exactly,” Neal muttered. “Too young.”

  It felt like I was in a no win conversation so I changed the subject. “What’s got into you today anyway? You’re like a bear with a sore head.”

  Neal scowled. “Nothing’s gotten into me, okay? I just hate being kept waiting. Come on, let’s get out of here. I’m late enough already.”

  “Late?”

  “I’m meeting Cassie at the library,” he said, confirming my worse fear.

  My heart sank as I followed him to his car—a beaten-up old Camaro that Neal was lovingly restoring. He and Cassie had dated once several months ago, but he swore they were nothing more than friends now. He might believe that, but I’d seen the way she looked at him. When you added that to the way she acted around him that made it pretty obvious that she wanted him back.

  Why couldn’t he see that?

  Perhaps he did see it and he just didn’t care or maybe he wanted her back too. When my stomach clenched painfully I shook the unwelcome thought from my mind and focused instead on the sights that flitted past the window.

  We were quiet on the way home. My good mood had taken a nosedive since I’d learned that Neal would be spending the evening with his ex. I had no reason to be jealous of course. Neal was my stepbrother and couldn’t ever be anything more—however much I might want him to be. I just wished there was some way I could accept that fact and get over him so that I could get on with my life. Unfortunately, my feelings for him only grew stronger with time.

  I’d thought about dating one of the boys from school who’d asked me out a couple of times, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say yes. I knew I’d spend the entire date comparing him to Neal and that wasn’t fair. No boy wanted to be second best. But I couldn’t see how they be anything else.

  We were nearly home when I plucked up the courage to ask him something that had been playing on my mind a lot in the last couple of weeks. “Are you and Cassie going to get back together?”

  Neal scowled at me then took a left turn into our street before answering. “No, we’re not. I already told you that.”

  I pulled in a deep breath—more relieved than I let show on my face and asked him something else—something equally as important. “Are you sleeping with her?”

  His swiveled his head in my direction so fast I’m surprised he didn’t get whiplash then his eyes widened momentarily right before the anger set in. The sight of it made my stomach do somersaults.

  “That’s none of your business.”

  I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and turned to look out the window, hoping the hurt didn’t show on my face. Why wouldn’t he answer the question? He hadn’t denied it so that had to mean that they were having sex, didn’t it?

  A sudden wave of nausea hit so I rolled down the window and took in some much needed fresh air. I couldn’t stand the idea of him being with her in that way, or with anyone for that matter. I wasn’t stupid. I know he wasn’t a virgin like me, and I’d made peace with anything that he might have done in the past. But I hated the idea that he could be intimate with someone now—someone other than me—however irrational that might be.

  I knew that my infatuation with him was pointless, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured his full soft lips pressed against mine or imagined how he tasted. I’d been fantasizing about him making love to me ever since I first started to think of him as something more than a brother. I wondered what sort of lover he would make. Would he be kind and gentle or would he be rough and wild? Both of those scenarios turned me on and I thought about each of them interchangeably.

  “Earth to Zoey,” Neal said waving a hand in front of my face.

  “Huh?” I blinked, turning to face him. “Did you say something?”

  He rolled his eyes. “I asked if you were planning to sit in the car all day because if you don’t get out in the next ten seconds, you’re coming to the library with me. You’ll have to find your own way home from there though because I’ll be busy.”

  “Oh, right. Sorry.” I’d been so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed that we were home.

  I undid my seatbelt, opened the car door then climbed out. “Guess I’ll see you later,” I mumbled and closed the door.

  A moment later, before I’d taken the path from the car to our front door, Neal wound down the window and called, “Zoey?”

  I bent down to look in through the open window. My breath hitched as my gaze landed on his rich brown eyes. The intensity that always swirled in their depths made my heart race.

  “Yeah?”

  He revved the car’s engine, so loudly I nearly didn’t hear his next words to me. But I did hear them. And they were exactly what I’d needed him to say.

  “I’m not sleeping with her, okay? I don’t see her like that anymore.”

  My cheeks flushed with heat and I nodded, but before I could choke out a reply, Neal had pulled away, the tires squeaking on the pavement with the speed of his departure.

  Chapter Two

  I couldn’t get away from Zoey fast enough. One more second of staring into her beautiful blue orbs and I would have come clean about my feelings.

  I hated that I was in love with my stepsister.

  There were a million and one hot chicks out there. Why did I have to fixate on her? She was just a kid. Well, not so much of a kid anymore—not by a long shot. I was well aware of the fact that she was becoming a sexy-as-all-hell woman. I pressed my palm against my aching dick in a bid to relieve the pressure that had been building since she got in the goddamn car with me. It didn’t work. I might have had a chance at getting over her if she’d stop looking at me like I hung the damn moon.

  And then she went and asked me if I was fucking Cassie. Couldn’t Zoey see that she was the only girl I wanted to be buried balls deep inside of? Just thinking about sliding my cock inside of her wet heat made it spring to life again. It was like a damn puppy, excited by any small amount of attention I got from her.

  My behavior around Zoey was irrational at best. I was constantly in a bad mood and nine times out of ten I took that mood out on
her. I just didn’t know how to act around her anymore. For starters, I was nearly always hard. It was so fucking difficult to behave normally when I was aching to get my dick sucked or to put it somewhere else that was warm and wet. In her presence, I was nothing but a walking, talking hormone.

  When I’d seen the way that boy was looking at her in the parking lot I wanted to wipe the smirk off the fucker’s face. No one should be able to look at her like that but me. And if I found out that one of those assholes at school had laid as much as a finger on her…

  Damn. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. There would be no point going to the library to study if I was so wound up. I wouldn’t get any work done. At some point soon something had to give because I couldn’t go on like this. Whether I wanted one or not, if I didn’t find a warm and willing body to take the edge off, I was going to do something that I’d regret—something Zoey and I would both regret. My sister—stepsister, I corrected, was off limits. I needed to stop thinking about her in a sexual way—had to stop imagining the breathy moans she’d make with my head jammed between her legs while I feasted on her pussy. Fuck. So much for trying to calm down.

  I flipped through the channels on the radio until I found a rock station playing an angry track that fit my mood well. I listened to the song with the volume cranked up high—desperately needing something to get my mind off Zoey. Unfortunately, the song had the opposite effect. It only served to remind me of how just how angry I was—at her, at myself, and at the goddamn universe for bringing her into my life in the first place. I wanted her so badly that sometimes I felt like I could never be happy until I possessed her.

  By the time I got to the library, I was a hot mess.

  I was going to have to deal with Cassie fawning all over me and that was never fun. Things had been good between us for a while, but then I’d started to develop feelings for Zoey so I had to cut Cassie loose. If I didn’t have a conscience things would have been fine, but I felt guilty for hurting her which is why I’d agreed to stay friends with her after we’d broken up.