GRIND: A Stepbrother Romance
Table of Contents
Bonus Book 1 : FLOOD
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
BONUS BOOK 2 : HIM
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Bonus Book 3 : MAGIC FINGERS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
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Bonus Book 1 : FLOOD
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
BONUS BOOK 2 : HIM
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Bonus Book 3 : MAGIC FINGERS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
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1
Gabi
The lights glowed a bright orange over the door as the huge bouncer grunted and moved aside to let us in. I couldn’t help but snicker as we walked in, nudging Sasha. “Please explain to me why they feel it necessary to have a bouncer outside of a male strip club? What, do they think we’re all so desperate for the dick that we’re going to bum-rush the place?”
A small noise escaped her throat and I knew I’d made her laugh, even as the noise got swallowed up in the deep, thumping bass from the music.
We made our way to an open spot by the bar, where Britney and Sasha both plopped down, leaving me standing up behind them.
“I cannot believe I let you guys drag me here,” Sasha groaned, dropping her head as she glanced around the noisy club. “Dex hates when I go places like this.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at my best friend. “Who cares what Dex thinks? It’s not like you’re out there trying to fuck one of the strippers or something. If you ask me, he needs to get his priorities in order.”
“Oh boy, here we go.” Britney sighed dramatically.
“What? Am I wrong?”
“Look, Gabi, I get it. Liam fucked you over big time, but that doesn’t mean you have to turn into this man-hater,” she said, leaning toward the cute bartender. “Two coke and rums and one White Russian. Top shelf, please.”
“One, he didn’t just fuck me over, he cheated on me. With his parents’ maid. And two, I’m not a man-hater. I just have a better sense of independence now, that’s all.”
It was true mostly, anyway. The night after our big engagement party, naturally thrown by my father, I’d come home early dressed in Liam’s favorite lingerie. Except when I went into the bedroom, I saw the maid modeling her own trashy thong for him, and nothing else. It took him a second to open his eyes and stop sucking her huge nipples, before he realized I was standing there with my jaw on the floor.
That was two months ago. After throwing myself an exquisite pity party for the first few weeks, it occurred to me that I should probably do something to make myself happy again. Standing there in front of my friends, I wasn’t quite there yet, but I was a huge believer in faking it ‘til you make it.
Britney slid a couple of fives in the bartender’s direction, winking at him for added effect before doling out our drinks. I swilled the rum and coke around, happy to gulp half of it down. Even with my newfound independence, I was still having trouble accepting the fact that Liam cheated on me. It wasn’t something I liked to talk too much about with my friends, and I was pretty sure that they figured I’d gotten over it. But the truth of the matter was that I wasn’t entirely there yet. I mean… I hadn’t even thought about another guy, much less slept with one. So, while I was cool to go along with my friends to The Kingdom, I didn’t really know what was in it for me. Maybe I just went for the laughs.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, look! There they are!” Britney squealed as she turned around in her seat. “Just look at those abs!”
The rest of the room had gone dark, with the spotlight on the main stage in the front, where three tall, sexy men of varying tastes strolled out, their skin oiled up and shining in the brightness. The blonde, who was only wearing a bowtie and what appeared to be some sort of sock thing over his dick, took center point, gyrating his hips in time with
the dance music. I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked between Sasha and Britney, and back to the guys on stage.
It was cheesy. The good kind of cheesy, where my cheeks were starting to hurt after grinning so hard. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to go here, after all.
The all-female crowd let out an audible gasp as the two men who flanked the guy in the middle both did crazy looking flips in midair, before switching spots and continuing dancing while the guy in the middle took a microphone from one of the fully dressed middle-aged men down in front.
“How you doin’ tonight, ladies?” his voice boomed through the speakers. “Are you all ready to have a good time?”
The roar and catcalls were almost deafening, but maybe that was because both Britney and Sasha were screaming their heads off on either side of me. I clapped along with everyone, wondering if this night could get any more cliché.
“Come on, Gabi! We need better seats,” Britney shouted, trying to pull both me and Sasha along after her.
I held back. “You two go on ahead,” I said, smiling at Sasha, who threw me a dirty look. Britney didn’t even seem to care, and a minute later she had pulled Sasha to the very front of the crowd, whistling along with the rest of them.
I couldn’t help but shake my head and laugh at the two of them. Deciding to pull out of the crowd altogether, I found an empty seat back at the bar and sipped my rum and coke.
“What, feeling a little shy?” a deep voice said from somewhere behind me.
Setting my drink down, I slowly turned, figuring it was one of the older guys that worked at the club. I wasn’t really in the mood to get hit on by some guy twice my age. “Hardly. It’s just that this whole thing feels a little —”
But I froze as I looked into a pair of big dark eyes, framed with lashes so thick that I was instantly jealous. A smile curved on the man’s face, perfectly accenting his strong nose, sharp jawline, and five o’clock shadow. It didn’t help that he was towering over me, easily over six feet. Instinctively I knew I should’ve pulled back—this guy was definitely invading my space—but something held me there under his gaze.
“Not a fan of the male specimen, then?”
My cheeks flushed as I quickly looked back into his eyes. “I wouldn’t say that.” My throat went dry but I threw back the rest of my rum and coke, licking my lips. Lord, give me strength to put a decent sentence together here… “I’m just not a fan of the whole cheesiness factor. Guys dancing around naked, it just feels, I don’t know. Fake?”
His life was throaty, deep, sending a special kind of vibration down my spine. “You think it’s cheesy?”
I shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess I can see it, when you put it that way,” he said, his eyes scanning the stage. “Those guys… You ever wonder what’s going through their heads? When they’re up there dancing?”
“It’s crossed my mind. Like whether or not they’re just reciting their grocery list in their head while they’re grinding on someone. Or maybe they’re all just gay. I could see that. Gay men typically have way better rhythm than straight men.” I winked at him, feeling a little reckless.
At least I got a good chuckle out of him. “Huh. I wouldn’t know.”
With him standing right next to me, I was surprisingly starting to feel at ease. “I’m Gabi, by the way.”
Without looking at me, he kept his eyes on the stage and simply replied, “Jacob.” But the corner of his mouth quirked up, and I could just make out the brilliantly white teeth within his sexy, crooked smile. It wasn’t fair that some people were born to look that beautiful.
The music picked back up, reaching a thumping climax, and all three men on stage started rolling their bodies in time with it again, receiving cheers from the crowd.
“Well, Gabi, I think I better get out of here. It was nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around in a little while? Rum and coke, right?” he asked, pointing to my empty glass.
Slightly taken aback, I found myself grinning anyway. “Yeah, rum and coke. Top shelf, if you don’t mind,” I added, feeling even bolder than before. “And I’m sure I’ll be around here, somewhere. My girlfriends don’t intend to leave anytime soon.”
Jacob nodded, leaving me with that same crooked grin before disappearing into the crowd of women. I took in a deep breath, still trying to come to grips with everything that had just happened. It was safe to say that I’d never met a guy like Jacob before, someone so intense, so incredibly handsome, that it made it hard for me to speak. My dad would call him a product of good breeding, most definitely.
As the song ended, the three men took their bows, laughing as plenty of women screeched at them for an encore. I just rolled my eyes, seeing Britney jumping up and down with them.
One of the older guys dressed up in a tight, way too shiny shirt, stepped onto the stage with his microphone, waving at everyone. “Give it up for Rico, Darren, and Remy! Sorry ladies, no encore from these gentlemen tonight, but never fear! Our next performer is one you all may know, and if you haven’t, believe me, you’ll get to know him very well. He’s one of our star performers, the local legend himself, Dr. Jake the Snake!”
The announcer retraced his steps until he blended in with the curtains offstage, and two bright spotlights from somewhere behind me focused on the middle of the stage floor. A low thrumming beat started up, and even I had to admit that I was intrigued. It wasn’t something I told anyone—hell, not even Liam knew—but I had a recurring fantasy of a sexy doctor fucking me in the examination room.
I scoffed at myself. This guy is probably some overly-spray-tanned short dude with his nipples pierced or something. Totally not my type.
Fog started to roll in from both sides, and the music’s beat intensified. Whatever the case was, I knew it was going to be interesting.
A tall, dark figure emerged from the back, his outline slowly making its way to where the spotlights combined. And when he finally stepped into the light, the music seemed to burst forth and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head.
On stage, wearing a crisp white lab coat, blue scrub pants, and a stethoscope over his bare, sculpted chest, was Jacob. The same Jacob with the tantalizing eyes and crooked smile that had just left me speechless. Which was exactly how I felt when his bright smile captivated the rest of the audience once they got a good look at him.
I watched, utterly transfixed, as he started rolling his hips, clinging on to the lab coat’s edges, his baggy scrubs doing nothing to hide what was hidden beneath.
The crowd was louder than before, and funny enough, I found I was pulled into it, pushing past women and not caring one bit about the nasty hisses I got as I made my way to the very front.
I needed to see this. I needed to see him.
At first, his moves were liquid and slow, reminding me of what honey looks like when it drips from your spoon. But his slow movements turned into more frenzied ones, and the lab coat was thrown to the side haphazardly, the crowd whistling.
A chair appeared suddenly out of nowhere and became his prop. He turned on its legs, sitting backward, before quickly standing up and dancing around it, his stethoscope dangling in his hand. He held it up to his broad chest and the music paused, leaving the room eerily quiet as the sound of a raging heartbeat filled our ears. It was so erotic, standing there, feeling like I was really listening to it, that my lips parted in amazement.
In a single moment, I found myself staring up into Jacob’s dark eyes, and something in them hooked me, making it impossible for me to look away.
The serene look on his face turned to a grin that felt like it was directed right at me, before the music kicked back in and he ditched his pants in one quick motion, tearing them away from his body.
Just the look alone left me embarrassingly wet between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together, still watching.
It hit me as my eyes took all of him in, why he was Dr. Jake the Snake. His g-string was definitely filled to capacity and then some… It was nearly impossible
not to keep staring at the barely contained bulge. Was it really all him?
He showed off some impressive flips, even doing the splits at one point, before the music faded out and he stood in the middle of the stage, panting, but grinning from ear to ear. I almost felt the need to plug my ears, the crowd was so loud, but instead I clapped slowly, my own smile spreading across my face.
It was magic, the way Jacob had completely made me forget about everything else around me, including my ex-fiancé. I wanted to know more about him. I needed to know more about him.
To know all about him.
2
Jacob
“Hey man, good show!” Rico clapped me hard on the back as I opened the dressing room door. “The women were loud as hell for you tonight.”
“They’re loud as hell for me every night,” I said, winking at him as he pretended to roll his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get cocky, motherfucker. Some of them like a fine Latino man all up in their pussies. ‘Ay, Rico. Oh Papi! Fuck me harder, Daddy!’” he mocked in an airy falsetto, humping the back of his chair.
I laughed and shook my head as I grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge. “You’ve got a point, man.”
I let out a long breath before taking a swig from the bottle, the cold condensation dripping down my mostly naked body, leaving me with goosebumps.
According to the clock, I had forty-five more minutes before it was time to go back out on stage with the rest of the crew for the final number. Just enough time to change and study.
“Yo, are you serious right now?” Darren called out from his dressing table, leaning back with his giant feet propped up. “Why don’t you take a break from all that for a night? You a goddamn nerd, you hear me?”
I looked down at the clipboard of notes in my hand and back up at him, shrugging. “I’m not going to get a break once I’m really out there, working, so what’s the difference?”
I grinned and tucked myself into a quiet corner of the room, scanning over my notes from the cardiology patients I interned with that morning. It took me more than several tries to read past the first few paragraphs because every time I tried, Gabi’s face floated back into my mind.