Blurb:
Jules and I grew up together,
living as brother and sister. Two different moms and the same drunk, abusive
sorry excuse for a father Larry.
I’d always wondered why the old man
and I couldn’t stand each other, until the day he let me know the truth–he
wasn’t my real father.
When social workers finally took
Jules and me away from him, she became adopted, and I bounced from foster
home to foster home, landing myself in trouble until I wised up, trained like a
beast and became an MMA champion fighter.
On the day Jules re-entered my
life, I took one look at her cute round face and luscious curves and knew I was
a goner.
There’s not a damn thing brotherly
about the way I feel for my girl. Jules belongs to me, always has and I dare
anyone to tell me what I feel for her is wrong or that we shouldn’t be
together.
Warning: This is a sweet
romance, packed with tension and explicit scenes and language. This is a pseudo
brother-sister theme. Please do not read if this might offend you.
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Excerpt
That single realization settles
everything. Jules has to be my girl. One way or the other, she has to see we
can be more to each other. On that thought, I swallow down the round of nerves
threatening to take control of me and hop into my car. Half an hour later,
including a drive across the bridge that connects our cities, I find myself
pulling up outside the bookstore she’d mentioned. Jules is already on the
sidewalk waiting for me.
I rake my gaze over her and feel
my balls grow heavy with cum. Only for her. My girl’s hair is held up in a
ponytail high on her head with wisps of hair tumbling beside her ears. Her
dress is tight at the top, outlining her breasts and cinched at the waist. The
thin material flows over her sexy hips downward to the middle of her thighs.
“You have a test or something
coming up?” I ask, clearing my throat as she climbs inside to sit beside me. I
hope my voice sounds normal, not shaky like I’d just imagined tearing off that
dress and whatever she had on underneath to feast my eyes on her naked pussy.
She smiles at me. “Hi to you too.”
Heat races up my neck up into my
cheeks. Point taken. That was less than smooth. “I only asked because you were
at a bookstore and all. Figured it had something to do with your classes.”
“No,” she says, biting her lip. “I
read sometimes–just for the fun of it. Once in a while, it’s nice to go inside
an actual store instead of buying online.”
“All right.” I steal a glance at
her while watching the road. The truth is, I’m relieved this has nothing to do
with her schooling. If Jules gets ready to start talking about college and all
that stuff, I won’t have anything to say. The last thing I want is to open my
mouth and have her look at me like a dirty ex-con, high school dropout. Then
again, I’m not even sure she knows about my time in prison.
“You don’t look bad,” she murmurs
out of the blue as the car winds around a curved path leading back to the bridge.
“No?” I chuckle, wondering where
she was going with this. “I never thought I did. You trying to tell me
something, Jules?”
Her cheeks turn a dark strawberry
shade of red. So damn sweet. Exactly how I imagine her lips to taste. “I meant
because of the fight. I guess it’s a silly comment though, considering I read
that the guy you fought ended up being taken to the hospital later that night.”
“He’s okay, Jules. It was just a
precaution because of the strikes he took to the head. More for insurance
reason than anything else. Trust me; he’s gonna take a whole lot more if he
wants to stay in this sport.”
“What about you? I didn’t see you
getting hit in the head.”
Concern for me again. “I know all
about how dangerous head injuries are. I don’t train as hard as I do to take
hits better. I train to avoid them, especially the ones to the head. It’s all a
part of Harv’s coaching method and one of the reasons I train with him.”
Her shoulders relax with what
looks like relief. I use this opportunity to test the waters, see how much
she’s willing to admit. “Still worrying about me after all this time?”
Jules turns to face me, her eyes
locked onto mine. “Always Maddox. Always.”
Always sweetness. Always. Had she
noticed what I’d called her in a moment of madness over the phone? Guess so. My
throat tightens and my chest aches with so much love for this girl. A moment
passes between us. It feels like the air’s been sucked dry. Focusing on the
road and keeping us safe, was the only thing stopping me from leaning over and sampling
her luscious lips.
No Sanity.
Jules makes a little sound in her
throat then sweeps her tongue across her lips while looking at me. “Did you
have fun at your party Saturday night?”
“Not as much as I should have.”
“Why not? You earned that big celebration.”
Her brows go up, but her voice dips, so low for a second I wasn’t sure I’d
heard her correctly, until she adds, “Or weren’t there enough girls to keep you
satisfied?”
“Keep me satisfied?” My hands
tremble on the steering wheel. That comment… So unexpected. Hell, that sounds
like something a jealous bitch would say. Jules is the furthest thing from a
bitch. Is she jealous?
Be jealous Jules. Fuck if I don’t
want her to be green and bathing in envy. If she was… I draw in a low breath,
my mind racing, spinning out of control. That would mean I’m right and she sees
me as more than a brother. Might even be as wet for me as I’m painfully hard
for her.
“Jules…”
She shakes her head and looks
toward the window. “I shouldn’t have made that comment. It was out of line.”
Her jaws tighten and her fingers
are locked together, resting on her lap. All right. I’ll give her some time to
cool down. “I hope you know we’re not done with this conversation.”
At that she snaps to the side,
facing me with a look of utter confusion on her pretty face. “I’m sorry I said
anything. There’s nothing else to discuss. Really, Maddox, it’s none of my
business what you do.”
I keep quiet for a while, planning
my next move. Once we’re at the gym, I kill the engine and glance over at Jules.
She’ still staring out of the damn window, been at it for a good ten minutes.
Annoyed, not at her but myself for not knowing the best way to get around all
this bullshit, I pull the keys out of the ignition, louder than necessary to
get her attention. She looks at me, blinking in surprise. Good.
“Do you want to make it your
business?” I grate, unable to mask the edge of anger in my voice.
“Make what my business?”
“Me. Maybe I want you to have a
say in what I do. Just like I’d like to have a say in what you do. We can be in
each other’s business if that’s how you want to put it.”
She stares at me, her brows
furrowing then slowly relaxing. Jules sinks a tooth into her bottom lip,
appearing unsure while all I can think about is taking those lips between mine
and sucking deep, while I feed my cock into her.
Author Bio
Delilah Hunt lives in Germany with
her husband and three children. From the moment she opened her first romance
novel at the tender age of twelve, she has never looked back, holding this
genre close to her heart. Apart from writing and reading, Delilah Hunt loves to
be outside, going for long walks and getting ideas for her next books.
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