Chapter 2

2

Bridger

Icock my head. “You’ve brought us a goddamn teenager to test out potentially dangerous equipment? Are you out of your mind?”

“Absolutely not,” Jacob chimes in, crossing his arms. “She could get hurt.”

“Actually…” The girl speaks for the first time and if my dick wasn’t already hard, that husky tone would have done it. Stepsister. I shouldn’t want to yank up her skirt and get a look at her ass, but hell if I’m not itching to do just that. “Actually,” she starts again. “I’m kind of relieved I’m not going to be stuck indoors. I get to go bungee jumping? It sounds like the best job in the world.”

Her excitement makes my zipper feel even tighter.

Fuck.

She is delicious.

And I can tell my brother is interested, too. He’s barely bothering to hide his perusal of her supple body. That innocent mouth. The curves of her hips and the almost indecent jut of her tits. Tits I could watch bounce while Jacob took her from behind and I stroked off. I’d tilt her chin up and make her look me in the eye while my brother got off inside of her pussy.

I’m not sure where these thoughts are coming from. I’ve never watched Jacob have intercourse with a woman before, nor have I ever had the slightest desire to do so. Does it have something to do with Zoe being our stepsister? This need to…watch them? To make sure they don’t get caught doing something forbidden? To protect them?

I’m the older brother. I’ve always been a guardian to Jacob. The one that makes problems go away. And I can’t deny that I’m already feeling protective toward the girl, too. The very idea of her jumping off a cliff in equipment that hasn’t yet been approved causes sweat to roll down my spine. “She’s not doing it. End of story.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Jacob says.

Catherine tilts her head and smiles sweetly. “Oh yes, she is.”

My laugh sounds dangerous. “No, she’s not. We’re overruling you.”

“If you’ll recall, I’m a board member. So is Zoe’s father. It was my wedding gift to him and though I’ll be taking it back in the divorce, that matter isn’t final yet. Zoe can vote on these matters in his stead—and she clearly wants the position.”

“That still splits the vote,” Jacob pointed out. “Fifty-fifty.”

“That might be the case if I didn’t have a controlling interest. That extra one percent gives me the power—and I’m flexing it now.”

I trade a look with Jacob. “You’ve never flexed it before. Why now? Why the hell is this so important?” Jacob asks. “Why not give her a desk job and find someone less…fragile to—”

“I am not fragile,” Zoe says, shifting in her heels. “I’m a certified diver. I’ve rock climbed without a harness. And I’m planning to go on a lot more adventures once I’m able. If you ask me, I’m the perfect person for this job. I have no fear.”

I palm my cock underneath the table. “You’re a little daredevil, are you?”

“That’s right.”

It’s as certain as anything in that moment that she belongs to me.

Jacob is coming to the same conclusion, though he’s deciding Zoe is his.

My brother looks in my direction and his nostrils flare, ready to challenge me for her.

We have a bigger challenge to face, however. Catherine. To say she has a grudge against Zoe’s father would be putting it mildly. The man took off a few years after their marriage and made her a laughingstock, flaunting his new women on social media and spending her money on them. My mother wasn’t always so calculating, but after two bitter breakups, she’s become unkind. Hell-bent on revenge, even.

Could she be putting Zoe in danger to get back at her father?

I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that happen. But it’s clear there will be no victory in the boardroom. “Very well, mother. Leave us with our new intern.”

* * *

Jacob

I’ve never wantedanything or anyone so much in my life.

Maybe I should be ashamed that I’m fantasizing about my stepsister, in plain view of my mother, but I’m not. I’m imagining Zoe sitting on the conference table in front of me, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, our tongues tangling. Bridger is watching us, fingers of one hand drumming on the table. Judging my performance.

Approving.

My reaction to that idea adds confusion to my lust. The idea of my brother watching me fuck shouldn’t make me so hard, but dammit, it does. I spent a lot of years rebelling, trying to prove how little I needed Bridger’s approval—and I thought I was over trying to court his pride. We are both important members of this company. I’m no longer the young kid with a case of idol worship, am I?

Bridger started the company first, got married first (now divorced), made a billion dollars first. But besides the marriage part, I’ve done those things now, too. At twenty-eight, I’m secure in myself. There’s no reason I should be turned on by the idea of fucking Zoe and having him observe, giving his stamp of approval. So what gives?

In danger of overheating, I have to shrug out of my suit jacket and drape it over one of the chairs. Zoe bites her lip and runs her gaze down to my belt buckle, before her eyes cut away. Was that a flare of excitement I saw on her face? Does she want this, too?

“Very well, mother. Leave us with our new intern,” Bridger says.

Catherine clicks from the room, shoulders back, secure in her victory.

As soon as the door closes behind her, the atmosphere changes.

Zoe’s gaze ticks between us, a puff of breath parting her gorgeous lips, and I know we must look like hungry beasts with prey in their sightlines. It’s how I feel. The moment I saw her, I had to begin restraining myself. But how long will I be able to do that?

“Do you live nearby, Zoe?” Bridger asks.

“Yes.” She names a less than desirable neighborhood. Not a dangerous one, just an area with cheap rent and a lot of students. Young men. Too many of them.

“That’s not going to work,” I say, once again planting my fists on the table.

“No,” Bridger agrees in a murmur. “It’s not.” My brother picks up the conference room phone. “Evelyn, please book the presidential suite at the Four Seasons.” He pauses. “Starting tonight. Leave the reservation open indefinitely.” He hangs up.

Zoe is shaking her head. “You don’t have to do that. My place is fine.”

“Fine isn’t good enough,” Bridger says. “We’ll have a staff member bring your things to the hotel tonight.”

She blinks. “Are you two always this…”

“This what?” I prompt her.

“Intense? High-handed?”

“Yes,” we say at the same time.

Zoe takes a breath. “At least you’re honest.”

“Are we scaring you, Zoe?” Bridger asks, smoothing his red tie. “Or would a daredevil like you be…excited about taking on her two stepbrothers?”

Leave it to Bridger to be blunt as hell.

We’re both used to getting what we want, but the older Onasis is notorious for his refusal to waste time. His direct manner. Once the question is spoken out loud, the atmosphere in the room closes in a little bit more. It’s quiet, save the sound of our breathing. Her eyes are wide, her fingers sliding off the table to clasp in her lap.

“What do you mean? T-take you on?”

“What do you think he means, Zoe?” I ask quietly.

A shiver goes through her. “But…I’m your stepsister.”

I reach down and grip my cock. “This doesn’t seem to care.”

A flush rules her cheeks, her tits heave with punctuated breaths.

“Reel it back, Jacob. You’re making her nervous.” This from Bridger. “Have you had a man yet, Zoe?”

After a small hesitation, she shakes her head. “No.”

I barely manage to trap a groan in my throat. Virgin.

Even Bridger seems like he’s having trouble keeping his breathing even, a sheen of sweat starting to appear on his forehead. “Do you find Jacob attractive, angel?”

Her eyes are downcast, but they tick to mine now and I hold my breath. “Yes.”

“And me?”

She nods, shakily. Hums in the affirmative.

“Good girl. You’re over eighteen…yes?”

“Yes, my birthday was last month.”

“Then legally, there is nothing to stop us.” Bridger leans back in his chair and unzips his pants. “Go sit on Jacob’s lap. He wants to welcome you to the company properly.”

“How?” I ask hoarsely.

Bridger and I share a look rife with meaning. How easily we’ve fallen into the roles I was envisioning. Does he want to watch me touch and fuck Zoe, too? Does he want to direct us from a distance, encouraging and approving? My balls cinch up, my blood pumping eagerly at the prospect of being observed. Appraised. “Kiss her.”

* * *

Zoe

Oh my goodness.

What is happening?

My heart is racing, my skin hot and sensitive.

I stand on shaky legs, wondering when I became so obedient. I’m not a rule follower at all, but Bridger’s tone brooks no disagreement. And I find myself excited. Excited to kiss the dangerously sexual Jacob while Bridger watches. Excited to be doing something so risky. So forbidden. When I woke up this morning, I definitely didn’t foresee myself getting trapped in a sensual web woven by my enigmatic stepbrothers. But here I am.

And they won’t be denied. Neither will my sudden, pulsing attraction to them.

I travel around the table slowly, my pulse accelerating the closer I come to Jacob.

When I’m a foot away, he moves like a cracking whip, capturing me around the waist and throwing me up on the table. He stands, inserting his hard, athletic body between my thighs and his minty breath wafts over my face.

“Jesus Christ,” Jacob rasps. “She’s even sexier up close.”

“What does she smell like?” Bridger asks hoarsely.

Jacob dips his head, the tip of his nose tracing a line up the side of my neck. “Mmmm. Strawberries and cream.” His tongue laves me beneath the ear. “Soon you’re going to smell like me, though, aren’t you, angel?”

Lordy. I’m pretty sure this isn’t how most girls experience their first kiss.

As the object of hunger for two intensely sensual men.

Two men related to me by marriage.

Jacob breathes against my mouth, his thumb pulling down my chin. He fills my mouth with his breath, once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, jerking me to the very edge of the table. The move drags the skirt up my toward my hips, until my panties are almost visible.

Bridger makes a ragged sound and I glance over to find his attention riveted on my thighs, his forearm shifting, signaling his hand moving beneath the table. “Kiss her more, brother. See if she’ll open her legs.”

“Oh, I think she will,” Jacob mutters thickly, groaning into another lick of my mouth. This time, I stroke his tongue with my own and feel a rush of wetness between my legs. Jacob doesn’t give me thinking or breathing room, his mouth opening over mine repeatedly, drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, harsh inhales and exhales leaving his nose. Involuntarily, my thighs slide wider on the conference table, my skirt rolling up to my hips, and there I am, kissing my stepbrother while he humps the juncture of my thighs.

I break the kiss with a moan, my head falling back on my shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jacob grits out, running his lips up my throat. “Look at this hot, little piece, Bridger. Bet she’s already wet enough to take my cock.”

“You sure about that? It’s as long as a ruler. Fat as my forearm.” He shakes his head. “Be patient. She needs more time before she takes it.”

Why am I so turned on by hearing Bridger talk about his brother’s penis?

I shouldn’t be.

I shouldn’t be turned on by any of this. Not the taboo nature of what’s happening here or the risk of being caught. Or the way Jacob’s features tighten with pleasure/pain when Bridger speaks. It’s all so bad. But my body won’t let me stop. It’s in search of that elusive release everyone else but me seems to know how to achieve.

“Twenty more seconds,” Bridger says. “Nineteen…eighteen…”

Jacob pumps against me frantically, his mouth racing over mine, his head slanting, hands sliding up my thighs and gripping my bare hips, jerk, jerk, jerking me toward him on the conference table. I’m going to come. I’m finally going to come. I think. I think. The rigid trunk of his erection is right on top of my clit, rubbing it roughly. Almost too roughly, but his tongue in my mouth, his desperation for me make me crave that aggression. And Bridger’s voice counting down from a few yards away makes me feel like we’re two naughty children about to get in trouble and I’m tightening up, tightening…

“Stop.”

Jacob breaks away panting, sweat causing his shirt to stick to his chest. Turning it transparent enough that I can see the colorful tattoos beneath. He’s staring at me like a bull in heat, his light blue eyes even brighter now with arousal.

Bridger paces toward us slowly, like an approaching disciplinarian.

The older Onasis reaches between my thighs, tugs aside my panties and swipes two fingers through my wetness, holding it up to the light. “Excellent job, brother,” he praises, then he pushes his two damp fingers into my mouth. Deep. Making me whimper. Making me suck off the moisture without even having to tell me. Then he glances down at Jacob’s straining fly. “You’re going to make her a very happy girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jacob exhales, roughly, doubling over to plant his hands on his knees. “When?”

Bridger considers my disheveled state, possession burning in his deep blue eyes. But what does he desire? To take me himself? Or to watch his brother have me? “I’ll cancel our meetings so we can take Zoe to her new home. Be ready in five.”