He’s
So Fine
by Marie
Mason
a MMA / New Adult /
College / Romantica Erotica
Cage finds much more than that…he discovers he has a step-sister that makes his body—and his heart—feel alive for the very first time in years.
Theirs was not a forbidden love…but was it a love never meant to be?
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Excerpt:
Abby looked at
me through the dark veil of her lashes and I could tell she was dying to ask me
why I wanted a computer. She looked damn cute this morning. Her hair fell down
her back in soft waves and she had on the slightest touch of makeup. Not that
she needed it. She was beautifully fresh faced. Today she wore a green and
brown outfit that clung to her curves in all the right places. She kept tugging
at the top, pulling it away from her breasts. The action only made me want to
look even more. I knew she was self-conscious of her size. Hopefully, by the
end of the summer she wouldn’t have any doubts about her attractiveness to the
opposite sex. I smirked as I took another drink of my protein smoothie.
I could say with
no false modesty that being fucked by Cage Montgomery usually ramped up a
girl’s self-esteem.
Taking another
drink, I had to say the quality and quantity of food was much better at the
Montgomery summer residence than I’d had in my entire life. I felt no qualms
eating my fill. It was the least the old man could to do, feed me for one
summer. It wouldn’t make up for the days I’d gone to bed hungry as a child. But
then, I didn’t know if anything could. Except maybe making sure no kid of mine
ever did.
“You can use
mine. It’s not the latest, but it will get you on the net and there’s a word
processing program—”
“You don’t have
to sell it to me. As long as I can get on the sites I need, I’m good.”
She walked
across the room and took her backpack from the floor. I noticed that even when
she went off with her posse, she took her backpack. I watched as her ass cheeks
juggled and wondered if she was wearing a thong. I loved slipping my fingers
beneath a woman’s clothes and filling my hand with a plump ass cheek.
When she
straightened back up, she was biting her lower lip. I just stared at her,
realizing she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She had no fucking idea how much that
turned me on. How much I wanted to lean down and suck her full lower lip into
my mouth and ravage it with my teeth.
“I, um.”
“Spit it out,
Sis.”
“I don’t have an
anit-virus program. So if you, ‘em—”
“So if I get on
my kinky websites, I better be careful and not give you something?”
“I didn’t mean
anything.”
“Don’t worry,
babe, I’m clean.”
Spotlight Materials
CAGE: I was a boob man. Always had been. I knew
natural from fake. Fake had the perky, almost perfectly round shape that, while
filling out a bathing suit or bra perfectly, left a lot to be desired in the
sack. I preferred not to knead and bite on a bag of silicone.
Large,
natural breasts had a tear shaped droop to them. The flesh gave beneath the
fingers and I could make a woman come sucking on her nipples since they hadn’t
lost all feeling under the cut of the knife. If this woman’s weren’t all
natural I’d go find Big Saul and let him beat me to a pulp. My mouth salivated when I thought of tasting her.
EXCERPT:
CAGE
She shrugged her shoulder again and I
realized it was a nervous habit, like tugging at the hem of her shirt. I wished
she had on something else, something that would slip off her shoulder and
reveal her creamy smooth skin. I realized I should have hooked up with a girl
before I made the trip. That had to be the cause for my unreasonable attraction
to this woman.
My stepsister.
Oh, fuck, that would be just wrong.
Wouldn’t it?
She retrieved a glass pitcher filled
with lemonade. It had lemon slices floating on top. She had to steady it with
both hands, leaving no doubt it was real crystal. Stretching again, she reached
for two glasses in the cabinet above her head.
Before I realized what I was doing, I
was at her side, taking them down and handing them to her. Now, no one ever
accused me of being a gentleman. But hell, if it didn’t bring out something in
me to see her struggling like that. “Here you go. Maybe you should get a little
step stool or something.” I grinned down at her as I handed her the glasses.
She gave me a reprimanding look worthy
of a teacher. Or a nun. “Ha, ha. How’s the weather up there, by the way?”
“Touché.”
She wasn’t really short, about five-five
in my estimation. But that made her a whole foot shorter than me. I didn’t move
as she poured us each a glass of lemonade. It seemed to frazzle her so I
stepped closer when her back was turned.
She let out a little yelp when she
bumped into me. “I didn’t know you were that close.”
She pushed those cute little glasses up
her nose. It made me want to take them off to see just how beautiful those eyes
were.
I used the excuse of retrieving my glass
of lemonade to crowd her against the counter. I let my cock brush against her
hip and delighted in the sharp inhalation of breath she couldn’t control. I
took a long drink, knowing her gaze would follow the movement of my throat. It
was a cheap seduction trick most guys learned early. I set down the empty
glass, caging her in with my arms.
I used that trick every time I could. Chicks went crazy and thought that
was how I got my name. Caging them in with my arms.
It wasn’t. My mother had named me Cage.
Horace Cage. What a fucking name. I always wondered if she thought my birth had
somehow put her in a cage. That was a conversation we would never have. She’d
been dead to me long before I’d buried her.
EXCERPT: ABBY
I pulled back the covers and climbed
into bed. My body was still hot, my thoughts still churning. Don’t ever believe
that girls don’t think about sex as often as boys do. Or that we don’t like it
as much. We’re just not as overt about it. Well, some girls were. Like Tiffany
and Barbara Ann. They flaunted their bodies like lollipops—offering themselves
up for a good lick.
Mean, I know, but true. And who’s not to
say I might not act exactly like them if I had their rocking bodies. No, I
don’t swing that way, but I was honest enough to acknowledge they were
beautiful. On the outside at least. Despite the urban legends, not all girls
experiment in college. I certainly had no intention. No, my fantasies revolved
around a man like Cage.
My hand slipped down and I touched
myself. I wasn’t surprised to find myself slick with need. I immediately zeroed
in on my clit. Pressing my fingers inside my pussy didn’t do it for me. I think
I was one of those women who couldn’t orgasm without some clitty stimulation.
Preferably, with a man’s tongue. I’d never had a boy go down on me. But I
wanted to. Oh, yeah, I wanted to I thought as I imagined Cage between my legs.
I bet he knew exactly what to do. I could almost feel the broad stroke of his
rough tongue as he licked me.
My breathing
accelerated as my fingers rubbed harder. I didn’t even need to imagine Cage
without his clothes to get off. In seconds, I was groaning low in my throat as
my pussy spasmed. Withdrawing my hand from my pajama bottoms, I didn’t know how
an orgasm with a man could be any better than that.
But, heaven help me, I
wanted to find out.
Preferably with my
stepbrother who was sleeping down the hall.
I buried my face in my
pillow and thought about what a bad, bad girl I really was.
Teaser
Quotes
Cage:
Fighting was all I knew. All I
ever wanted to know…until that day…
Cage:
I stayed away from trouble if I could.
And this small man, holding a thick white envelope looked like trouble. If only
I had known how much…
Abby: I didn’t know how I was even breathing
with Cage so close to me. I felt like I had just landed on the surface of the
sun and all the air had been sucked out of my lungs.
Cage:
So, little Sis, where am I
sleeping? Do we have to share bunk beds? If so, I’m on top.
Abby: I lost my ability to talk for a moment
as I looked into the dark blue pools of color. His eyes said so much and
revealed so little. The first thing I noticed was the sadness that had seemed
to form a permanent ring around that incredible color. I’d only seen that color
once before…Oh, shit, you’re my stepbrother? Aren’t you?
Cage: Are you brave enough to invite the big, bad wolf
inside, little red.
My hair is not red.
No, but your face turns a very cute
shade every time you’re embarrassed. Which is a lot.
Abby: I’d dedicated myself to my school for
the past thirteen years. I’d been the good-girl, the straight A student. Little
Miss Goody-two shoes. It did seem like fate somehow that this boy—man—had been
thrown at my feet. Was it time for me to strip away my inhibitions?
Cage: My father wasn’t a bad guy, just didn’t have a
clue what happened in the real world. How people like me fought for their very
existence every day of their lives.
Cage: Now, ask me what kind of man I am? Oh, right I
already told you. I’m a bad boy. What do bad boys do best? Beside fucking up? They
fuck good girls and make them bad.
Abby: I looked at him. At us. I was facing this
giant of man, both of us kneeling on the leather sofa. His legs were spread and
his shoulders relaxed. Stroke me, he commanded.
Cage:
Are you going to let me have you,
baby? Am I going to get to fuck that sweet little c*** of yours?
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