Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction: The Complete Series Page 21

“Calm down! Both of you!” Matt yelled.

  The woman was pushing her giant sandwich in front of her, like the shield of Joan of Arc. She turned to see Matt, then looked at Damon, uncomprehending and confused.

  Then, as her eyes rolled back into her head in disbelief, she collapsed to the floor.

  “Shit, Oh God, Someone call a doctor!” Matt yelled at as he rushed to the woman’s side.

  Matt’s erect cock stuck tightly to the sides of his trousers, and when he knelt rapidly next to the woman, it bent. He took a quick moment to readjust the cursed thing.

  Damon ran out of the kitchen, but Matt didn’t care. He had to take care of this poor, beautiful woman.

  “What’ happened?” she said, woozy and unsteady. She began to come around, blinking rapidly, and looking for the sandwich.

  Matt helped her up.

  “It was horrible! I’m going crazy! I’ve just seen a bloody ghost!” she exclaimed.

  “No, you weren’t hallucinating, that was Damon,” said Matt, pulling her over to a chair. She sat down heavily, and then looked at him dubiously.

  “Well, fuck me, then. Who the bloody hell are you?” she asked. Her beautiful eyes, so recently close to his own, made his cock strain to escape. He wanted to plunge it into her throat and suffocate her with its plump length.

  “I’m Matt Quinn,” he said, extending his arm down to shake her quivering hand.

  “Apparently, Damon Atkinson is my twin brother, and he needs my help. If you’re OK, you’ll have to excuse me,” he said.

  Matt headed out the door, then stopped, turning back to the beauty at the table.

  “What’s your name and why are you here?”

  “I’m Rylee Perkins, and apparently, you and Damon Atkinson are my new stepbrothers.”

  Matt’s eyes grew wide at that news.

  Holy shit! He’d have to go to confession for sure whenever he got back home. Man oh Man!

  Shouts rang out from outside.

  “Hey, where are you going Damon? Sir! I don’t think you should be driving!” said the voice of their servant, Harris.

  “Fuck you, Harris, fuck all of you,” shouted Damon, drunk and belligerent.

  “Holy shit, he can’t be allowed to drive while he’s like that!” he said.

  As Damon’s Bentley took off down the drive, it caromed off one of the decorative statues, knocking it over into the pond.

  “That’s definitely not good,” Matt said. He looked at Rylee, mentally shrugging that he wouldn’t be ramming his dick into her face anytime soon.

  “Sorry Rylee, I’ve got to go,” he shouted, running towards his Jaguar XJS.

  He was turning the key in the ignition when he heard the passenger side door open and slam closed. He smelled the delicious scent of Rylee’s Opium parfum, and again his mind went reeling with the memory of his recent intimacy with her.

  “Not without me you don’t,” she said, matter-of-factly. He saw that she had brought along the precious sandwich, perfect and untouched on its plate.

  He stared at her as though she were insane.

  “Who knows when we’ll get another chance for a snack?” she said. She picked it up, opened wide and took a huge bite.

  Pointing at the receding Bentley, she said through a mouthful of sandwich,”He’s getting away!”

  Damon had smacked into the family limousine, a rare Packard that was worth a king’s ransom.

  The front left headlamp swung lazily, and Harris was doing his best to keep calm and put forth a stiff upper lip. But, it was clear as they drove past him that Harris was apoplectic at the damage.

  “He’s going towards town!” Matt said as Rylee pointed out where Damon’s car was caroming down the damp road.

  Matt swung wide, going over to the right lane before heading left down the road.

  “Oh, shit! This is England! Wrong side!” Matt yelled as he swerved, nearly missing an oncoming car. The driver was gesticulating and honking his horn in anger and almost went off the road.

  More cars came past and Matt soon adapted to the new way of driving.

  “Over there,” Rylee yelled, pointing to a cloud of dust moving steadily down a small side road. “He’s over there, turn now!” she exclaimed.

  “I got this,” Matt yelled as he swung the steering wheel sharp to the right. The tires went out from under the Jag and slid dangerously across the macadam.

  The mighty engine revved high as the car’s rear spun around. With inches to spare, Matt regained control and then pointed it dead center, accelerating.

  As they advanced towards Damon, they heard a loud crash. The noise was loud over the engine of the Jag, and when they came over the hill, they saw a cloud of smoke and dust. It was only just beginning to dissipate.

  “Oh no!” Rylee said as they came to a stop near Damon’s crash. The Bentley had smashed headlong into a tree, which had broken in half. Branches lay across the bonnet and over the broken windscreen. Partly on its side, it had become jammed into a ditch just alongside of the tree.

  “Damon!” Rylee cried and leaped out of the Jaguar. She dropped the fabulous sandwich and took off running toward the smoking wreck.

  “My brother,” Matt gulped.

  He stood there, aghast at the damage.

  He and Rylee found each other’s hands as they stared through the cracked window at a motionless and bloody Damon Atkinson.

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  About the Author

  Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.