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  My Arrogant Stepbrother 1

  WANDA EDMOND

  Copyright 2015 by Wanda Edmond

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

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author in writing.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers. All characters within are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

  …Synopsis…

  Emma Davis’ life is perfect until her mother suddenly marries to a billionaire and brings into her life a new stepbrother. From the first moment they see each other, there are unquestionable sparks in the air. Passion, sex, excitement fills the simple life of the beautiful kindergarten teacher.

  Emma is forced to spend a lot of time in the same house with Ross, the arrogant man, who she now calls her stepbrother. There is a lot of tension between them and something that looks a lot like hatred.

  Things change dramatically when, after a party they both attend, Emma and Ross end up in bed together. After that night it becomes impossible to resist each other, but the sex between them is like going to war.

  They are very different from each other, but there are some unresolved issues that keep bringing them back together to the point that Emma starts wondering if there can be something more between them. That is until she sees him with another woman.

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  Table of Content

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Note from Author

  Chapter 1

  Emma stepped out of the car and examined the big modern house rising in front of her. Her mother’s phone call had taken her by surprise, as Evelyn Davis wasn’t known to be an adventurous kind of person. The call had come late last night, just after her mother had returned from her little vacation. She asked Emma to come to the Jonson’s house and pretty much closed the phone after that.

  At twenty six, Emma was an independent and strong young woman, who, however, still had a very loving relationship with her mother. That was why she found it strange to be asked to come to this house without any further explanation.

  It wasn’t the first time she came here. Evelyn had been taking care of Mrs. Jonson for the last two years of the sick woman’s life and Emma had come here on more than one occasion. But, this has been five years ago. Mrs. Jonson death had ended all Evelyn’s ties to the house and family, or that was what Emma thought.

  Singing deeply, the young woman closed her car and walked slowly towards the main door of the building. The huge area in front of it was used as a parking by the family, when there was nothing else going on. But, Emma had seen it filled with guests and used for performances.

  Now, however, everything was calm and silent under the bright morning sun. She smiled at the big brown dog that come running her way and almost missed the slick black car that drove into the driveway.

  Ross Jonson stepped out of it and walked her way, “Hi, beautiful,” he greeted Emma and walked past her. Emma watched him go and thought that this man was all that was wrong with the world.

  She thought about what to do next and dialled the number of her mother. “Where are you?” She asked the moment her mother answered the phone. “I am outside.”

  “Come in, Emma,” Evelyn invited Emma in her usual gentle voice.

  That was when the front door was opened by Mr. Jonson, who smiled at her and invited her to get in. “Hi Emma,” he said. “Come in, your mother is waiting for you.”

  “Hello, Mr. Jonson,” she returned his smile and followed him inside the big house that looked like taken from some catalogue. Her mother was waiting for them in the big living room, while Ross could be seen coming in from the kitchen.

  “Emma,” Mr. Jonson said, once Ross was inside the room. “You remember my son, Ross, right?”

  “Yes,” she murmured quietly and extended her hand to take his. Ross said nothing, but made sure to keep her hand in his longer than necessary. His eyes bored into hers and he made a show of looking her up and down. Her body heat rose to an impossible degree and Emma felt how her face became red.

  “So,” Mr. Jonson continued. “Now that the introductions are out of the way, we can talk about the reason we are all here.”

  “I hope it will be quick,” Ross said quietly, but loud enough for Emma to hear him.

  “We must be wondering about what is it, we call you here for,” the older man continued. “You are our family and Evelyn and I, we thought that you should be the first to know the news.”

  “Evelyn and you?” Ross asked, surprised by the way his father was talking.

  “Yes, Evelyn and me,” he repeated. “We got married last Saturday.”

  “What?”

  “Oh...”

  Both Emma and Ross exclaimed. “You two got married?” Ross was the first to regain his voice.

  “I know that this is sudden...” For the first time, Evelyn tried to join the conversation. “But, we knew each other for many years and lately we have been seeing each other.”

  “You went on the vacation together!?” Emma stated the obvious.

  “Yes,” Evelyn confirmed. “I am sorry, Emma, I wanted to tell you, but I wasn’t sure how and...”

  “Please,” Thomas Jonson added. “We love each other and want to spend our days together. It has nothing to do with your father, Emma, or your mother, Ross...”

  Emma tried to process the information, but all this was too much for her to take at once. After the death of her father, Evelyn lived as if she will never look at another man again, but after almost ten years she probably had changed her mind. Emma wasn’t against her mother having someone to love her, but why Mr. Jonson?

  “We know that this is all too sudden for you,” Evelyn continued to talk. “That is why we want to spend as much time as possible together. Emma, you know Thomas, but you and Ross had never met before.”

  “Maybe, it will be better, if we leave things at that...” Emma said, looking uneasy and confused.

  “What do you want from us?” Ross asked impatiently.

  “We thought that it will be good, if we all gather for dinner every Saturday.” Thomas explained.

  “One big happy family...” the young man added sarcastically.

  “We could be, we all give it a chance.” His father said seriously, while looking at his son.

  “Mom, I am happy for you...” Emma decided that it was time for her to say something. “And I will be very happy to spend time with you.”

  After that, they all sat down and Evelyn and Thomas explained how they decided to marry, while on vacation and how much they loved each other. Emma could see how happy they were together, but Ross seemed disinterested in what they were saying.

  The young woman could feel his eyes on her almost the whole time. He was looking at her intensely; listening to everything she was saying and following all her movements. It was unnerving!

  At one point, she went to take something from the fridge and Ross followed her to the kitchen. Emma heard him walking into the big room and turned to meet him, “Do you need something?” She asked politely.

  Ross did not answer. He came close
to her and successfully trapped her between the kitchen counter and the fridge. “Yes,” he said softly. “I want something.”

  He used his height to bend over her and take something from the counter. Emma could not see what it was, but she could feel the heat emanating from his body, the smell of expensive perfume and of something that must be simply him. It seemed like ages to her, but finally, Ross moved a step away from her, leaving her enough space to breathe.

  The sexual tension between them was tangible and Emma had real difficulty to talk or even breathe at the moment. Ross watched her with a small smile on his lips and before turning around, bent down and pressed them to hers.

  A jolt of electricity passed through Emma’s body at the contact, but before she could say or do something, Ross disappeared from the kitchen.

  Chapter 2

  During the next two months, Ross and Emma met on various occasions – from family dinners to business gatherings. Thomas and Ross were both hotel billionaires, although, at the moment Thomas had almost retired from the family business. He had a different view of life and what was important from his son, something that Emma had come to love about him.

  Her mother and Thomas were very happy together, and that was all that mattered to the young woman. Ross, on the other hand, was a different thing. He came to all family dinners, but it was obvious that he did it because his father asked him and not because he wanted to be there.

  Ross Jonson wasn’t easy to satisfy. At 30 years of age, he had already taken over the family business and was responsible for the wellbeing of a small empire. He was handsome, he was young, he was rich and successful in everything he did... And what was more, he had the life philosophy of most rich young people – live your life to the fullest until you are young.

  Ross was tall, almost 6’3, with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. His body was well build and the constant exercises were keeping him in good shape. Outside of work, he spent his time with beautiful women and fast cars. More often than not, his nights turned into days and his most eccentric adventures ended up on the tabloids.

  His behaviour wasn’t approved by Thomas, but there was little he could do to stop his son from acting this way. During the intimate family dinners, both Thomas and Evelyn tried to talk some sense into him, but Ross dismissed all their advices and continued to live his way.

  Emma was forced to spend a lot of time in the same house with him after their parents got married to each other, and she hated it. There was a lot of tension between them and something that looked a lot like hatred from her side. Ross was arrogant and overly sexual being. To her dismay, he was able to make her all hot and bothered with just a look or accidental touch. And he made sure to do many of those...

  Every Saturday, when they sat to dinner together, Ross will sit near Emma and will use his position to brush her hand with his, to trace his finger on her thigh or glue his leg to hers. All these small physical contacts were sending mix signals to Emma’s body and mind, making her both rebel against and fell excited about what could happen next.

  When they met on parties or other public events, Ross will always act as if he didn’t know her, but will also not miss any opportunity to touch her. Once, and only once, Emma tried to talk to him about his behaviour, but the man laughed at her and made it look like it was all in her head.

  That was why, during the party, thrown for the opening of yet another hotel, Emma chose to stay away from the crowd and away from Ross. It was past midnight and so far, she had managed to keep out of his sight. The man has been the centre of everyone’s attention and usually had one or two beautiful girls hanging on his arms.

  Thomas, Evelyn and most of the older guests left about half an hour ago, and Emma would have left with them, if her legs weren’t feeling so heavy. She had indulged too much on the excellent champagne and now needed some time to recover.

  Lost in her thoughts, Emma never noticed Ross approaching her and sitting at her table, until it was too late for her to do anything about it.

  “Hi, beautiful,” he greeted her the same way he did the first time they saw each other.

  “Stop calling me that,” she said angrily and attempted to stand up and get away from him. Her unsteady legs, however, and foggy head did not make it easy for her to act or move quickly.

  “Where are you going?” Ross asked her in his usual sarcastic tone.

  “Away from you,” she replied and finally managed to get up.

  Ross followed her to the lobby and inside the elevator, keeping his distance, but never letting her out of his sight. Emma did her best to ignore him and once the elevator stopped, walked on unsteady legs to her room. Most of the guests were given rooms for the night, as the hotel wasn’t very close to the city.

  She somehow managed to find her key card and open the door to her beautiful suit, when Ross appeared once again at her side.

  “Do you need help with this?” He spoke too close to her ear. “You seem very tired...”

  “I can manage by myself, thank you,” Emma stepped inside and attempted to close the door. That simple task, however, proved to be impossible at the moment, as Ross used his leg to keep it open.

  “Are you sure?” he insisted. “I am very good at helping women in distress...”

  “I’m sure you are,” she once again dismissed him. “But, I...”

  Before she could finish her sarcastic comment, however, Ross easily opened the door and stepped inside. “My father will be very displeased with me, if I leave you like this.”

  This time, Emma could see that the man was serious, so she let him help her to the bed and lower her down to a sitting position. Ross remained silent, while he bent down and removed her shoes. His hands lingered a bit too long on her feet and he gently massaged them. Emma felt the warm from his big and strong hands burn her skin and a needy moan escaped her lips.

  The sound startled Ross and he looked up at her with a lot of questions in his eyes. “Do you like this?” he asked softly and let his hands wander up her calf to the back side of her knees.

  Chapter 3

  “What do you mean you’ve never done it before?”

  Emma wasn’t sure how, but they have ended discussing body shots and the fact that Emma had never done them. She scowled as Ross’ voice rose and tried to ignore the colour that once again rose on her face. She refused to answer him, but it became obvious that Ross wasn’t going to let it slide.

  “I guess, I never had the opportunity,” she shrugged in response, turning her attention to the window and hoping that he will leave it at that.

  “Emma.” Ross’ tone was exasperated and more than a little amused. “This just cannot go like this, little sister.”

  “It’s not such a big a deal!” Emmasmiled, watching him through half-closed lids. “And anyway, it’s just body shots, not something as important as sex.”

  Judging by Ross’ expression, he didn’t find Emma’s remark reassuring. “It is a rite of passage.” He said solemnly. “Are you listening to me?”

  “Honestly?” she asked, feeling relaxed from the effects of the alcohol, “I’m not.”

  “Okay, then, we are doing them right now...” Ross stood up from his position at the foot of the bed and went to the small bar to take a bottle of tequila and one glass. Then he easily found the salt and the slices of lemon in the fridge.

  It took Emma some time to realize what was going on, but when she did, she wasn’t happy with it. “Oh, no,” she cried. “I’m not doing that, not with you.”

  “Come on, little sister,” Ross flashed his perfect teeth and waved the bottle in her face. “I have to help you, before someone finds out that you are related to me.”

  “Is that all you care about?” Emma muttered, trying to win over the alcohol fog in her brain. “Fine then, I will do the shots.”

  She was feeling confused, disoriented and a bit scared, and it wasn’t just because of the alcohol in her system. A lot of it could be attributed to the unwanted thoughts of ha
ving sex with Ross. The man remained silent for a moment, looking surprised by her abrupt change of mind.

  “I still don’t get, why we are doing this?” She asked.

  “Do you have something better to do tonight?” Ross continued. “Body shots are all about having fun and getting drunk. And I think that you really need to try both.”

  Emma stiffened when Ross approached, slinging his arm around her slender shoulders and leading her back to the bed. She tried desperately to ignore the heat emanating from the body pressed up against her. She hated herself for feeling this way, but mostly she hated Ross, who chose that very moment to remove his jacket and shirt and throw them over the nearby chair.

  “What are you doing?” She demanded.

  “It’s hot and this shirt is not designed for what comes next.” He grabbed the glass and filled it with tequila, before giving it to Emma, who nearly cried when a piece of lime was put between her lips. “What?” Ross smiled at her angry glare. “We have to do it right.”

  And then, she could only watch as Ross leaned towards her, put his hands on her hips and licked at her exposed neck. The first touch of his tongue against her heated skin made Emma jerk, but Ross squeezed his fingers and kept her in place.

  “Calm down,” Ross murmured, meeting her wild eyes and holding her gaze. The man sprinkled salt over the place he had just licked and bent down to lick it away.

  Ross’ voice was deep and husky, something Emma had never heard before. She wanted to tell him to stop, but at the same time she wasn’t able to look away from his lips, when he took the glass of tequila from her shaking hand and drank it with an easy movement of his hand. Then Ross sucked the slice of lime right between her lips...

  The moment their lips touched for a brief second, Emma felt the old tingle deep down in her stomach. Her whole body trembled with pleasure and she could feel the heat burning her skin. Ross didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he simply didn’t mind at all. He continued to chew on the piece of lime, while examining her carefully. After what seemed like ages to Emma, he held up the second slice of fruit, offering it to her. Emma almost took it, but then she changed her mind and reached for the tequila.