Boned: A Stepbrother Romance (Mandarin Connection Book 4) Read online

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  Boned

  A Stepbrother Romance

  By Stephanie Brother

  © 2016 Stephanie Brother

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  EXCERPT

  I had been having terrible dreams and weird fantasies about Bone. I had seen him at the service, and then the reading of the will. Since then, he’d vanished.

  The Olympic Team had been forced to rescind his membership. No one had seen him.

  Karl and Stephan had tried to find him, but he hadn’t returned their calls either. The only thing we all knew was that he had gone off to Manhattan, and was apparently still alive. Nobody had any idea of whom he might be visiting there.

  Or, they weren’t sharing that information with me, if they did.

  —————

  My step brothers had kindly set me up in an apartment at Playa Del Rey, in Los Angeles, following the funeral.

  It was beautiful, and the Pacific Ocean roared and crashed in the background.

  About eleven o’clock, I was awake enough to notice I was hungry.

  I walked down to the pool, feeling peckish. I figured I could afford a drink, to wash away the night terrors.

  I stepped up to the bar, wearing my bathing suit and a towel around my waist.

  That’s when I got the first inkling that something was going on.

  I saw Stephan was on a cell phone, and from the sound of it, he was speaking with a woman.

  “Yes, that’s right. Octavius,” he said. He saw me approaching, and turned away.

  Now, what was that about?

  “Tomorrow at four pee em? Yes, approved,” he said. I saw him glance my way, and waved.

  Again, he turned away.

  What the hell? I wondered.

  I waited by the bar, and then ordered a Bloody Mary. The bartender gave it to me in a plastic cup.

  I hate plastic cups.

  I took out an olive and munched it, looking out at the ocean.

  I watched as Stephan conducted and then finished his business with the mystery woman. He came over to the bar.

  “We need to talk,” he said.

  “Oh, really?” I replied. I sucked on an olive, trying to gauge what was happening.

  Stephan looked at me with some interest, and I could see he was struggling with whether to trust me with some secret or other.

  “Not here, let’s go for a ride,” he said.

  “Okay. Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Paris. Paris, France,” he said.

  I dropped my Bloody Mary, spilling it all over the bar.

  —————

  “Rachel, there’s something you need to understand, and I am not sure how I am going to be able to tell you this,” began Stephan.

  We were flying at 45,000 feet, in a private Gulfstream V, exactly like the one my parents had been flying when they were killed. The irony did not escape me.

  “Please don’t tell me Bone’s dead,” I begged him. The tears were close.

  “No, it’s nothing like that,” said Stephan. He gave me a sharp look.

  “Oh my,” he said. “Karl was right!”

  He started to chuckle, and then laughed out loud.

  “Shit! This is perfect!” he said.

  “You’re in love with Bone!” he laughed.

  I looked at him, hating him in that moment, for his grabbing my precious secret from me.

  Daggers shot from my eyes, and I started to weep.

  “Hey! Hey! Rachel! Don’t, it’s okay! It’s okay babe!” he tried to calm me down.

  He reached out for my arm, but I recoiled from him as if his hand was a snake.

  “Don’t touch me!” I yelled.

  The flight attendant looked our way.

  “Is everything in order, Miss?” she said.

  She was looking at Stephan, puzzled. She knew that he was normally beyond reproach, and this was his aircraft, after all.

  “It’s fine, Jessie, my step sister is just a bit distraught still. You know,” he said.

  “Yes, Jessie, I’m sorry. I’m just an emotional wreck right now,” I said.

  “Would you care for a drink, Miss?” she asked.

  “Just a water, no ice, please,” I said.

  “Sir?” she asked Stephan.

  “Jack and Coke, Jessie, and thank you,” he said.

  “Yes, thank you, Jessie,” I said.

  We sat there, looking out at the clouds, and soon enough, Jessie returned with our drinks.

  She set them down, asked if we needed anything else, and then went back to busy herself in the galley.

  The plane flew along in silence for a few minutes.

  “It’s true. I don’t know what to do about it. Please don’t hate me, Stephan,” I begged.

  Stephan sipped at his drink. He watched the clouds go past for a minute, and I thought maybe he did hate me, after all.

  “It’s not that simple, Rachel,” he said.

  “What do you mean?” I said.

  Then, I began to realize, with mounting horror, that it was far more complicated indeed.

  —————

  Contents

  EXCERPT

  CHAPTER ONE

  My Naughty Secret

  CHAPTER TWO

  Baby Doll

  CHAPTER THREE

  Tokyo Drift

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Drowning My Sorrows

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Lonely Girl

  CHAPTER SIX

  Cruising for a Bruising

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The Best Way of Getting Over One Man

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  My Naughty Fantasy

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lovesick

  CHAPTER TEN

  Gordian Knots

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Ocaba Bien

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The Mandarin Connection

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The Jaeger Family Secret

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  My Naughty Dream Come True

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Deployment

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Connections

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  CHAPTER ONE

  My Naughty Secret

  My name is Rachel, and I am a cockaholic.

  Well, I would be, if I could get my luscious stepbrother, Bone, to let me handle his unbelievable dong.

  Oh, dear me… I’m suddenly soaking through my thong panties.

  Naughty, naughty, Rachel! You bad girl! Maybe you should rub one out, and then wring out those unmentionables.

  Mmmmm. That feels very nice.

  A little more pressure there, just a bit more friction and make it… just … a … little… more…

  Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

  That’s better.

  Now, Naughty Rachel can relax for a bit, and regular Rachel can continue the story.

  All those naughty thoughts about Bone’s wonderfully massive -

  Wait.

  Maybe I should back up a bit.

  I think I’ll give myself a little time to cool off, but let me tell you a story.

  —————

  Drake “Bone” Jaeger is my half-brother, by marriage.

  My mom and his father got hitched a while back. They’re miserably, happily married.

  Really, I mean it’s enough to turn your stomach, with all the treacly goodness baked into their relationship. They coo at each other, they kiss, they do PDA’s. Yuck.

  I mean, good for them, but that’s my MOM, for gosh sake!

  As soon as they see each other, they can’t help themselves. They won’t keep their hands off each other. He’s squeezing her ass, she’s playing tonsil hockey with him right out in the open!

  Honestly! You’d think they were teenagers!

  There she is, all googly-eyed, over that pot-bellied, silver-haired fox, Matthias Jaeger.

  Mr. Jaeger was quite the ladies’ man until he went ga-ga on my mom.

  Ever since, he’s been like a puppy, following her around, all slobber and foolishness.

  You’d never guess he’s a billionaire.

  Ok, maybe the Gulfstream V and the yacht give it away.

  Still, Old Matt isn’t all that ostentatious. He likes old-fashioned things. Like blowjobs in the front seat of his Rolls as he tools down the PCH.

  California is SUCH a beautiful state, you know?

  It has all these weird laws, and cool people, and Sea World San Diego, and Universal and the other movie studios. Up north, there’s Yosemite and the Redwood Forest. And, of course, Napa and Sonoma, for the discriminating wine connoisseurs.

  Old Matt, or Om, as I like to call him, (yep, just like the mantra!) is a peach. He’s never screwed over anyone in his life that didn’t have it coming, and that includes his three ex-wives. He still treats two of them very well, and they even come over for Holiday dinners. No one will say a bad word about him. Even his rivals know he’s a fair, but hard dealing hombre.

  So, when he married Moms, he came with baggage. And lots of packages, including three sons by his three exes.

  One each.

  There’s Stephan, Karl, and Drake. First, second and third sons.

  They don’t look dissimilar, the way some steps do. They all have the classic Jaeger features - strong chins, the Roman nose, that arching eyebrow, the full lips. They are all athletes to one degree or another, as well. They’ve all been chiseled from that genetic marble that breeds success, just like their father.

  The oldest, Stephan, thirty-one, is a world-class, top-seeded tennis pro, who’s been invited to Wimbledon for almost a decade. He plays hard and looks very nice to the women who come to see him play, from what I’ve seen. He’s always got one lovely or another on his arm, as he jets around the world to beat the living snot out of his tennis opponents. Women flock to him like bees to flowers. He’s still single, but Lord knows why. He’s a fantastic catch!

  At twenty-seven, Karl is a sailing hero, whose adventures could fill a book. He’s gorgeous, tanned, and has that healthy glow people get when they have so much money they have zero worries. He’s also brave and tenacious, having sailed around the world twice, solo. He set a record on his first trip and decided to take his time on the second tour. I’ve seen him at the pool, and he’s rock-hard and fit. His muscles are lean and wiry, and I’d bet would feel wonderful as he wrapped those strong arms around my waist.

  Karl spent twelve years doing his second world tour and came back with a wife that he’d picked up while in Singapore.

  Suki had been a mistake, as it turned out. She was a b-girl, but that wasn’t her major issue. No, it was just being a complete bitch.

  Suki is probably the only mistake that Karl’s honestly regretted in his life. Luckily, they had no children in their short marriage. Part of the reason why Suki filed for the big “D”. She came from a family where children were worshiped, and Karl just didn’t feel ready to have them yet.

  Since they divorced a few months ago, I’ve been thinking that Karl might need a bit of comforting and that Naughty Rachel might be just the one to provide it.

  If only it weren’t for that bastard, asshole and owner of my heart, Bone.

  Bone’s an Olympic hopeful, the youngest of the brothers, at only twenty-three. He’s ripped, with abs that are like the carapace of a horseshoe crab. His muscles are tight, long and hard. Just like his cock.

  Oh, don’t judge me, you prudes! It’s OBVIOUS he has a fucking HUGE package under those Speedos!

  Hell, everyone has seen it!

  For gosh sake, it was on the cover of the fastest selling issue of ‘Everything Sports!’ magazine.

  You remember, I am sure, girlfriend.

  It was the one where he was caught middive at the Geneva competition.

  Yes, THAT cover!

  The lighting is just right, coming from behind. It’s slightly cloudy, so the contrast is perfect.

  You can see his reflection in the mirrored water just beneath his long fingers, caught at the instant he is hanging over the pool. He’s outlined perfectly, suspended over the pool’s calm waters, inches from slicing into the surface.

  And, sitting right there, staring everyone right in the face, on the cover of one of the most prestigious sports magazines in existence, is Bone’s mighty dick.

  It looks as though he’s got an anaconda grafted onto his waist, lined up perfectly with his muscled legs. It won the photographer a Pulitzer Prize for Best Sports Photography.

  I got a laugh out of the headline on the cover - “Drake ‘Bone’ Jaeger’s Perfect Form”.

  Whuff!

  And how!

  There’s even a meme poster out there. Instead of “Perfect Form” the caption reads “Perfect Ten”.

  There’s an even naughtier one with the word “Ten” lined out in red, and with the tagline “Perfect Fourteen?”

  They’re both wrong.

  Bone’s cock isn’t nearly that small…

  —————

  My three steps are just magnificent looking men, along with Om.

  As a quartet, (and even though they have German lineage), they’re everything that the American Dream promised us Sorority girls back in the day.

  They hearken back to frat parties, wild games, hazing and that solid College athletic football-playing model that made my cheerleader squad wet their pants at every game.

  Their good-natured hijinks no doubt made many a lacy thong fall to the ground, and who knows how many ruby-lipsticked mouths their cocks have occupied?

  Sure, they appear wholesome, but I know they are alphas, just like their father. It’s why Moms likes Om so muc
h.

  (I don’t know if large-dickedness runs in the family - and I don’t want to know, regarding Old Matt.

  Apparently, there are no problems ‘that way’ for them.

  Old people.

  Go figure.

  They have sex, too.

  Who knew?

  —————

  When the Jaegers are on the golf course, they attract the attention of every red-blooded woman for miles around. They are cordial and pleasant, and joke and laugh along with their coterie of fans.

  The Jaeger men appear at various family and business-related functions (oh, did I mention that Om owns the factories in Thailand where they make a line of tennis clothes that are endorsed by Stephan?)

  They are dripping wealth, but not in a showy way, like I said.

  They have clean lines and could be catalog models.

  Even Om.

  They are happy, healthy Captains of Industry, in their own ways.

  They’ve figured out Life, seized it by the throat and made it their own.

  They have that look of mirth that a trouble-free life brings.

  You know, the one where there’s so much money, it takes two or three breaths to recite their bank account balance?

  Oh, you don’t?

  Poor you.

  Hah, just funning with you.

  They are that rich, but they really are down-to-earth guys.

  You’d like them.

  No, you’d LOVE them!

  I know I do.

  They look like lions or tigers.