DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) by Stephanie Brother Page B

story. It’s insane, and completely unfair.”
    “Poor Landon.”
    I tear at the grass myself, throwing a handful in her direction.
    “It means you and I are out, so don’t even think about trying to seduce me. If the press got hold of a story about me fucking my stepsister, my career would be finished.”
    “Maybe we should do it then, it might make you realize how much of a complete and utter dick you are.”
    “Oh, don’t worry about that, I already know how much of a dick I am.”
    Tilly holds my gaze for a while before looking away.
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    I jab my fingers into her ribs to get her attention.
    “Hey!” She pushes me hands away and regains her distance.
    “Why do you hate me so much anyway?”
    “If you don’t know already, I’ll give you a week to find out.”
    “Not planning to see me after the vacation then?”
    Tilly shakes her head.
    “No, not if I can avoid it.”
    “Perhaps you won’t be able to.”
    “You think I won’t be able to resist you? Landon Maddox, the biggest head in the NFL.”
    “Your words, not mine.”
    “Your world, not mine.”
    “It is now.”
    “Not if I can help it.”
    I see her eyes dip, caught by something.
    “I can see you’re already doing that well.”
    “Landon?”
    “What?”
    “Landon!”
    I follow her eyes down to where they are indicating for me to look and realize I’m erect. I’m not just semi hard either, I’m practically poking out of the pocket of my jeans. Tilly puts her hand over her mouth in what is either shock or a damn good impression of it.
    “Fuck.”
    I knew I was stirring, but I hadn’t realized just by how much. When you’ve got a big dick, it’s kind of hard to hide it sometimes. I can’t help but laugh. I try to reposition myself to hide it, but it isn’t working. I’ve been rumbled. I’ve also been taken by surprise. That’s never happened on any of the modelling shoots I’ve done, so I’ve no idea why it’s happening now. Maybe the body lusts what it knows it can’t have. That would make things a little complicated.
    It takes me a moment to realize that Tilly still has her hand over her mouth, not because she’s shocked by what she’s seen, but because she’s trying not to laugh too. It’s her mother’s voice rolling across the garden towards us that finally kills it and brings us both back to reality.
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    T illy
    What a prick. If he thinks I’m going to fall for yet another cheap shot, he’s got another thing coming. After that bullshit wake up call this morning, I’m not going to let him play me like he thinks he is. I know what he wants. He wants me to throw myself at him like every other dumb bimbo that comes under his spell, and embarrass myself in the process.
    Well that isn’t going to happen. Even if I wanted it to, it wouldn’t, and just for the record, I don’t want it to. It’s the last thing I want. His hands all over me? That thing between his legs between mine? Not a chance in hell. Not even if hell freezes over and we are the last two people on this planet. Not Landon Maddox. Not now, not ever. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure.
    We’re going for a walk, as a family, although it turns out in order to get to the beginning of the trail Marvin has chosen, we have to drive there first, for an hour and thirty minutes, along windy paths that look like farmer’s tracks.
    We’re not more than twenty minutes from the house before we get lost, find out we’ve gone full circle twice and have to flag a passing tractor down to get directions. I would have stayed at home if I was left with that option, but apparently if I had done, I would have let the team down. Not even family anymore, team. Even more so because Landon seemed so enthusiastic that I came along. Either we all go or none of us go. He’s like a puppy with too much energy that’s decided it won’t leave me alone.
    I’m not exactly dressed for it, but neither is Landon. I might not have