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Blurb:
Loving two men, my stepbrothers, got me exiled to a foreign country. Without them I’m lost and alone, cast adrift on turbulent seas without a compass or rudder. In order to finally be together we’ll have to navigate a course through the landmine infested waters of my traumatic past.
Genre/theme:
New Adult, Stepbrother Romance, Threesome, PTSD, coming home
Copyright © Nicole Austin, 2016
Excerpt:
Chapter One
MACKENZIE
Standing
on the circular drive, a lone suitcase by my side, I stared at the massive
brick mansion with a knot of dread in my belly and feeling lost, cast adrift on
turbulent seas without a compass or rudder. Wasn’t coming home supposed to
bring a sense of warmth and belonging? Perhaps it did for some, but then this
had never truly been my home.
An
empty pang of loneliness tightened my chest. Considering how many times my
world had been turned on its axis over the past decade, I should be accustomed
to swift changes and adapt easily to new situations.
If only!
A
heavy sigh left me as I looked up to the gray skies and a fat, fluffy snowflake
landed on my cheek, followed rapidly by several more. Taking the handle of my
suitcase and heading for the beautiful wood and glass doors, I cringed at the bone-rattling
clatter created by the wheels rolling over the stone drive. The only thing
louder was the thumping music coming from inside.
Reaching
the sheltered entryway, I fingered the key in my pocket and fidgeted with
indecision. Since my stepbrothers hadn’t been at the airport to pick me up, I
had no idea what kind of reception my return would receive. What was I supposed
to do? Walk right into the house I am one-third owner of? Knock and wait to be
invited in? Considering how the place was lit up like Christmas and thrumming
with music someone had to be home.
The
decision was taken out of my hands when the door flew open and a large fist
wrapped around my arm, pulling me into a confusing whirlwind of activity. A big
sandy-haired guy in a University of Tennessee Vols jersey shoved a red solo cup
in my free hand then leaned down and sealed his lips over mine, forcing his
tongue into my mouth.
Shock
kept me from immediately responding to the wet, sloppy kiss as the taste of
cheap beer assaulted my senses. Soon as my brain caught up with the unexpected
molestation, I let go of my suitcase and shoved against his broad chest with
both hands, splashing cold beer over both of us. When the stranger stumbled
back, I gasped for air.
What the actual fuck?
Hip
Hop music echoed through the massive two-story foyer so crowded with intoxicated
men and women that I couldn’t see past them into the great room. People
loitered along the length of the curved grand staircase and littered the
hallway above where a meathead jock bent a coed backward over the baluster, her
brown hair streaming downward, showcasing the long drop.
One
hand slapped over my mouth and the other grabbed my suitcase, which I used as a
battering ram to get past the throng of partygoers. Through the great room and
kitchen, I fought my way up the back staircase and into the family wing.
Bursting into my bedroom, I set my bag aside and turned to find a half-dressed
girl grinding her body over a nude guy in the middle of my four-poster bed.
“Get.
Out,” I gritted from between clenched teeth.
My
demands for the couple to leave went unacknowledged. Feeling dirty and
violated, I stormed through my bathroom and into the walk-in closet to grab my old
baseball bat. This time, when the couple got a good look at me, they quickly
fled.
With
the bat cocked over my right shoulder and fury rolling off me in waves, people got
out of my way as I stormed down the hall. Grady’s door stood wide-open and I
charged inside, coming to an abrupt halt at the obscene sight that greeted me.
At
least a dozen bodies writhed around on the thick carpet, accompanied by moans
and groans. One girl was on her hands and knees with her head between another
girl’s legs while being fucked from behind by a guy wearing a football helmet. There
were so many sweaty bodies intertwined it was hard to tell where one person
ended and another began. My gaze searched through the roiling mass and I sent a
thank you heavenward when I realized neither of my stepbrothers were part of
the orgy.
I’m
not a prude by any means but damn, I had never witnessed something so… Just
damn.
Shaking
my head to try and clear the images from my brain, I went across the hall and
pushed open Sawyer’s door to find my greatest fantasy and worst nightmare all
rolled up in one erotic tableau.
During
the year I had lived with them, the rumor mill had buzzed with speculation
about their sexual activities. Specifically, a predilection for fucking the
same girl. Together. At the same time. Making her the center of a Forbes
brother sandwich. While the idea set fire to my fantasies, I’d never actually thought
the stories were true. But seeing really is believing.
