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  Play-Mate

  A Taboo Stepbrother Romance

  Jenny Rose

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  A Paradise for your Mind.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Play-Mate

  Introduction

  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

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

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  Introduction

  All Rayne Davenport wanted when she left school for the summer was to spend her days lounging in the sun at her parent’s summer home and relax before finishing her last semester that led to the grueling life of a functioning adult. When her car broke down halfway home, she knew that the summer had to get better than that but what she got was nothing like what she expected. Her stepbrother, Lance, had also decided to come home for the summer and when she arrived, she was told that it would just be the two of them since her mother, Hannah, had decided to stay at their main home and his father, Jason, had business in New York that needed his attention. Lance also revealed the fact that he had recently sold his business and new technology that he had created and after the finalization of the deal, the already wealthy and heartbreakingly handsome Lance, would now be worth billions and Rayne hoped that the money didn’t turn him into a complete jerk. She was proud of him and glad for his success but what she didn’t like was the fact that he had been bringing random women home and their raucous lovemaking would wake her up at all hours of the night but once she found the sounds arousing, her mind began to wander to her stepbrother and what it would be like to feel his sensual touch. She couldn’t get him out of her mind and after a surprise trip to Aruba, she finds that her thoughts aren’t the only ones being taunted and the two begin a torrid love affair. Can they manage to keep their newfound love a secret from their parents or will caution be thrown to the wind as the two follow their hearts? Will the fact that she loves him like a brother keep her from following her heart and finding if they can be together or will she decide that nothing is more important than love?

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  Chapter One

  Listening to the sounds of the banging of the headboard against my bedroom wall, I rolled my eyes and placed headphones over my ears as I turned over in bed. It wasn’t bad enough that I’d been single for so long that I’d considered giving up on dating all together and buying a cat but the drive to my parent’s house wasn’t one that I was particularly looking forward to and having my fuel pump go out on me somewhere between Florida and Texas was the last thing I needed. Regretting my choice not to fly home for the summer was quickly becoming heavy on my mind as I tried to block out the overemphasized couple next door. My mother remarried Jason when I was fourteen and his son, Lance was fifteen and the two of us hit it off and became as close as two brothers. We would fish together and he’d tell me about the latest girl that let him feel her up or even make it all the way under her skirt and we would talk about music or movies. Playing video games was one of our favorite pastimes and even though he could never beat my high score on Krimson Kill IV, that didn’t keep him from staying up for hours on end trying. I’d tell him my deepest secrets and dreams for the future and a time or two, we even talked about running away and joining the Army together. There was a point in my life when all I wanted to do was put on that green camo and a rifle and be one of the badasses and Lance agreed that I’d make an awesome soldier but he’d tell me,

  “Ray, there’s no way I’m letting you get your ass shot off alone. You go, that means I’m going too and I’m too pretty to get shot.” I ended up in college in Florida but Lance ended up in California so the distance between us has been hard on me because not only was Lance my brother in every way that mattered, he was also my best friend. I could tell him anything and knew that no matter what, it would stay between us and he wouldn’t judge me. I’d once told him that I was a lesbian just to see what he would say and since I was very much a tomboy, he believed it and went on the entire day as if I had told him I like grapes. In a way, I think calling me Ray took his mind off of the fact that I was just some chick that he had to live with now that his father remarried. He was the only person that I’d ever really allowed to call me Ray and I’m not even sure why I tolerated it from him but Lance could get away with so much more than most people. My tolerance level for bullshit was pretty low but with him, it was as if he was my brother from the beginning and there were no limits or boundaries. There was nothing we couldn’t share between us except for whatever it was that he needed the privacy of the Texas beach house to do. He’d been very secretive when he called, telling me that I would be a day behind him and that he wanted the room facing the beach. I told him to go fuck himself and he knew that his room was the one facing the flower garden, said that I’d see him when he got there and disconnected the call. If I’d known that my car was going to turn on me, I might have been a little nicer to him because now I could say goodbye to waking to the waves rolling in from the Gulf of Mexico. Granted, it wasn’t Florida but ever since mom and Jason married, the beach house had been one of my favorite places. Even if I had to look out the window and see whatever new and exciting flower my mother tries to grow this year, it was still better than dorm life.

  The couple in the next room either finished with their love making session or died and I managed to get a few hours of sleep before having to wake up and walk the block and a half to the mechanic’s shop to find that my car was still on the lift. Discouraged, I took a seat in the lobby and grabbed a magazine, choosing Muscle Car Madness over Gears and Garages. As I thumbed through the glossy pages, I recognized one as being a Camaro and I think one was a Mustang. What I know about cars can fit into half a thimble and what I did know was the bare essentials. I know where the gas goes, how to change a tire and add the necessary fluids but anything past checking the oi
l and tire pressure, I was lost when it came to cars. Mother was somewhat of a hippie type in the fact that she was a free spirit who was more worried about expressing herself creatively than being concerned about the basic necessities of life such as car maintenance and home repair, she named her only child Rayne Bliss, for crying out loud, so the things I did manage to learn either came from my stepfather or various people throughout my life. When anything went wrong, I did what my mother always did and called someone to fix it which was quickly becoming a very expensive habit for a college student. My mother definitely found a keeper with Jason, who was a successful restaurant owner and chef with a five star kitchen in Los Angeles, Miami and the pride of his heart was nestled in the bustling bosom of Manhattan. Jason was never home and either flying back and forth to oversee all the details of his creations because he believed that even the most minor detail could cause major backlash. Once, he blamed the design of the chocolate swirl on top of a special lemon glazed strawberry tart for the desserts’ failure, not realizing that most people just weren’t ready for that kind of relationship with lemon and chocolate.

  I saw a notification indicating that I had a text message, so I flipped from my music screen to the messages and saw that Lance had sent a picture of his feet on my balcony and the caption,

  “Have fun staring at the cactus”

  Of course, the rock lined flower garden was abundant with cactus and why wouldn’t it be? Once my mother figured out that they are virtually impossible to kill, she’d acquired as many different species and added them over the years but she often threw in a few potted flowers or tropical plants that flourished nicely in the warm temperatures. Summers in Texas were almost unbearable for most people but I loved the heat and the constant breeze that blew in from the gulf; one of the things that made it my favorite place. I loved the hum of the city in the summer, with the rush of tourists and constant roar of laughter and music coming from many of the business, bars and attractions that lined the seawall. You could drive down the main drag in Galveston and find everything you need for a good time and it wasn’t so busy that you couldn’t enjoy yourself. Sure, it was a tourist trap but that was one of the things I loved because I was constantly meeting new people that would be in town for a day or two then go on about their lives. In a way, we were tourists, not belonging on the small island permanently and maintaining a more established residence in Dallas, but I didn’t look forward to the crowded metropolis as much as I enjoyed the humming beach town. When choosing Le Cordon Bleu, I kept in mind that I was a short distance from the beach and even though Jason wanted me to follow his footsteps to New York, I knew that Florida was where I was headed. I wasn’t the type of girl who flourished in the snow and sleek, black haircuts. What I needed was sunshine and I couldn’t think of a better place than Florida to pursue my dream of not only learning how to make the perfect soufflé but also maintain a killer tan. I managed to make the short drive from school to the beach at least twice a week but my thoughts right now were on the Nissan on the lift and what it was about to do to my checkbook.

  Managing to make it out of Jacks Auto Repair with minimal damage, I was once again on the road with only a quarter of Mississippi and the rest of Louisiana to go before I reached the Lone Star state and I could make my way to the bedroom that overlooked my mother’s cactus fetish. Turning on the radio, I scanned until I found a rock station and I rolled down the window. I had grown weary of the playlist on my phone and liked the surprise that often came with hearing a song that I’d not heard in a while or completely forgotten existed. Before leaving the parking lot, I texted Lance and let him know that I was on the road again and I’d keep him informed. He replied,

  “OK Dork. Bring beer.”

  Chapter Two

  Finding that Lance’s bags were in the room with the horrible green wallpaper and the view of the cactus garden filled me with more joy that I could ever express at in my exhausted state and even though there was no sign of anyone else in the house, I decided to wait for them to come back from what I assumed was drinks and a late meal and laid across the bed of my room. On the pillow was a note from Lance; a simple hand drawn picture of a hand flipping the middle finger. I slightly chuckled and closed my eyes, soon falling into a sleep deeper than I realized because the next thing I knew, the crash of the waves, the scent of the morning breeze and the call of the new day greeted me right in the face. I hadn’t even brought my bags in the night before but there they sat, neatly on the floor at the foot of my bed and I could only assume that Lance had taken the liberty of bringing them in for me. Since the house was on stilts due to the ever changing tides, especially during storm season, I always had trouble carrying my bulky bags up the steep stairs that led to the deck entrance for the home. My petite frame was simply too puny to carry much more than an overnight bag without having to stop and readjust it on my shoulder. Being only five feet and four inches tall, I barely looked my hundred and ten pounds but luckily what I lacked in height, I made up for with an awesome rack and firm ass. My mother, Hannah, could never fathom why I decided to follow my stepfather’s footsteps into the kitchen instead of becoming a doctor, lawyer or some sort of therapist like she’d always envisioned but there was something about cooking that gave me an inner sense of peace and filled me with great satisfaction. There was nothing like having prepared something then knowing that other people are enjoying the creation of your hands. It was actually one of my favorite sensations; the feeling of satisfaction when hearing the groans of approval or when someone begs for my recipe because they’d never tasted anything like my food. The first time Jason taught me to make coq au vin, I was hooked. I knew then that the thing I wanted to do more than anything was cook so that’s where I set my mind and with one semester remaining, I was almost finished with school and had a job in either of Jason’s restaurants if I wanted it.

  I walked into the kitchen to find that Lance had attempted to make sunny side eggs but they’d just turned into cooked egg whites with a broken center and the toast was a bit overdone but he tried and I was starving, so I greeted him with,

  “Looks like shit, dick head.” He raised his head and smiled, walked away from the sink where he had been rinsing dishes and wiped his wet hands on the back of my shirt as he pulled me in for a hug. Picking me up, he squeezed me and gave an exaggerated groan as he picked me up, enveloping my petite frame in his monstrous grip. There was no doubt that Lance was attractive and I’m sure that there was a line of bleach blonde bimbos lined up around the block just waiting for their chance between his sheets.

  “I’ve got something to tell you and I want to make sure you are good and fed before I spring it on you.” He smiled widely and whatever it was had him in such high spirits that it didn’t even phase him when I said,

  “If you want to make sure I’m fed well, maybe we should go out for breakfast.” He tossed a kitchen towel at my face and said,

  “Eat up, smartass. You don’t want to miss this.” He winked at me and walked into the living room where he placed himself on the couch while waiting on me to finish the eggs and toast but all I really wanted was a cup of coffee. I tore off a bite of toast and dipped it into the runny yolk before popping it into my mouth, filled my cup with coffee and joined my shirtless stepbrother in the living room. Sitting on the arm of his chair, I took a sip of my morning wake-up and closed my eyes as the warm liquid ran down my throat.

  “What’s up?” I asked but he only shushed me and focused on the television.

  “Just watch” he urged as he playfully slapped me on the arm. The newscaster soon turned from her side camera position to face forward as she read the teleprompter, seemingly looking right at us.

  “In other news, software programmer, Lance Burke, designer of many popular apps like Twisty Tops, Krazy Kappala and Looney Llama has announced the merger of his company, L.B. Technologies with one of the largest manufacturers of mobile devices and smart technologies. The estimates value of this merger is said to be somewhere
near the billion dollar mark, according to projected…” I stopped listening and turned to look at Lance, who was beaming from ear to ear without saying a word as he slowly turned his head to look at me.

  “Did that bitch just say a billion fucking dollars?” I screamed at him even though I hadn’t meant to but it seemed as if I didn’t have control over anything at this point.

  “That’s sure what it sounded like to me.” I jumped up and threw my arms around him and he grabbed me around the waist and swung me around the open space of the large living room.

  “Why in the hell didn’t you tell me? You could have just bought me a damn car instead of having me wait on that damn fuel pump.” I slugged him in the arm as I tried to contain the excitement on my face for him. I knew he was smart and that his little business had taken off because I downloaded everything the jerk had on the market. He not only created stupid, yet ridiculously addicting games but he also marketed things for the development of children’s minds and even an app that reads aloud or magnifies the text on your device for those with vision impairment. There was nothing that he couldn’t do and he just proved it to me by being Lance Burke - preparer of horrible eggs and within a second, transforming to Lance Burke - fucking billionaire.

  “The eggs were a joke, by the way. Get dressed. I’m taking you to breakfast and then that stupid water park you love so much. I’m not riding that giant slide so don’t even get started on your begging because it’s not going to work.” No matter how many times I dragged him to Water World, I could never manage to get him to ride the Scream Demon with me, even though I never left the park without taking a go at the five story drop with two humps that made it seem as if you would take off into flight, only to be caught by the slide and arrive safely at the bottom with your heart beating out of your chest. Lance would ride the slides that required a tube and even a few of the chutes but Scream Demon had been his nemesis since we were young and he’d yet to face it and conquer his enemy.