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“Babe, I was just dancing,” he yells, trying to be heard over the music, but her eyes don’t move from mine, and when I smirk and slide my gaze down her body, her lips part and her thighs clench together. Just what I need—a sweet little pussy to help me forget and a cock to fuck.
“On your back,” I tell the woman, and then I wink at him. “I’m going to eat your girlfriend’s cunt until she screams, and you are going to fuck me.” His eyes flare wide, and he glances nervously to his girlfriend who only whimpers.
I look back at him with a smirk. “I’ve already made her come once, better catch up.”
“I want you to come all over my tongue again, but only when he and I find our release. All together,” I murmur against her pussy. “I can’t,” she whimpers raggedly. “You can, and you will,” I demand,
Singer and dancer wanted. Pearl clutchers need not apply. We are all free here, darlings. Like the stage? Enjoy being sexy and holding the power? How about leather and lace? Apply here to find out more. Be warned, this isn’t your normal job. This is burlesque, darlings. I have never clicked ‘apply’ so fast.
The house curves around and goes to the right, ending in a clear garage with three empty spaces, while the other side is filled with sports cars and bikes. My heart leaps, and I ache to touch them, ride them. I shuffle closer, reining in my desire to touch. They are pristine, and I don’t want to leave dirty fingerprints behind. In fact, I feel like I shouldn’t touch anything in this house.
He’s the money man. He turns, and when he sees me, he smiles widely, his blue eyes brightening with it. He’s good-looking, really good-looking if you are into that whole daddy thing.
“Don’t worry, I know about her past, but I genuinely love your mother and want you both to be happy here. I have set up a room for you in the hallway with my boys.” “Boys?” I repeat. “Gareth has three sons,” she informs me, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Your new stepbrothers.”
I whistle and turn to her. “Good pick. He seems nice, lots of money, but three kids.” I shake my head. “Getting sloppy, the money will go to them.”
I’m a little scared to live up here with these three clearly insane rich boys. I mean, they have knives and spinning bikes, for fuck’s sake... okay, so I kinda love it and wanna play with everything in here. It’s my style, all black and edgy with graffiti. It’s nothing like the richness I was expecting. It’s like a grungy bachelor pad.
Okay, so this move might be a good thing. I’ve got a job and clearly a new friend. All I need is to find places to dance and drink and maybe race... Oh, and cock of course, and then I’ll be all sorted.
“Doubt it, babe.” I huff as I highlight my face. “It would take a hell of a man to make me settle down and keep me occupied... Hell, maybe even more than one man,” I mutter as I finish my face and start on my hair.
The table is occupied by three men. Usually I don’t notice people beyond their location in my dance, but for a moment, my heart skips and I miss a beat before I recover with an extra twirl. They are beautiful. From what I can see in the dim lighting, they are young, maybe a year older than me, and all kinds of dark and sexy. Their eyes are locked on me and my every move. One’s dark gaze is filled with a promise as it roams down me in an unmistakable way. Another’s flirty eyes touch everywhere they look. The third man, with light irises, is grinning at me.
The sun is starting to rise, and I don’t want another awkward run-in with Meredith’s new fiancé, not with my panties in my purse and a sore, satisfied pussy. That’s when I see the open garage with three new editions. One Harley with a custom skull paint job, a Mustang painted matte black, and a Subaru with what seems to be holographic purple and green paint. The sons must be back from holiday.
I started a game. Instead of getting annoyed, I rate the dick pics and send them back. I open one now and laugh, sending it to the group chat before I flip back onto the message and type a response to the man. I can see his profile picture; he has his kid and wife there. Nice. Real class act. 3/10. Weird bend and colour. Not good girth or length, wouldn’t even hit any of the good spots. Too hairy, not good for sucking. Not sure how you got your wife, but I wouldn’t push your luck, buddy. She probably has to fake it as it is. Would not recommend.
“Do it?” I reply sweetly as I sip my coke. I turn and cheers the old man with it before winking at Faye. “I think I’ve got a chance with him. Do you reckon his balls are down to his knees?” I whisper. “Ew, what the fuck, Blair?” she whisper hisses, making me laugh as I swivel back to her. “If you want something good to look at, there are three hotties in the corner booth. I swear I didn’t know they made men our age that looked like that—don’t look now!” she hisses, making me smirk.
“She’s a clumsy cow. You, on the other hand—” “Oh shit,” I hear Faye curse as I grab the back of his head and smash his face into the table—twice for good measure before I release him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, they did that to themselves,” I tell him with a friendly smile. I really can’t get arrested again. He steps closer, his hands on his belt. “Sure they did. Once white trash, always white trash,” he sneers, hungrily running his eyes down my body as he speaks. Asshole. “Yeah?” I taunt, stepping towards him. “Then why are you always trying to fuck me, Officer Small Dick? Love a bit of white trash, do you?” I spit.
I hear Faye and Rey protesting even as Officer Small Dick presses said tiny penis against my ass as he cuffs my hands roughly. “Kinky,” I mutter as I lift my head and meet the eyes of the three men from the show. It’s their table, and they are all watching me. The blond-haired one with the blue eyes looks concerned, the light-brown-eyed one with luscious brown hair is smirking, and the dark one is glaring at the officer whose hands are clearly feeling me up as he states it’s for a weapon search. He even sticks his hands under my shirt. The prick.
I dance like nobody’s watching. Leaving everything else behind. I twirl and grind as the beat controls me. That’s when I feel it... Eyes. It’s my turn to be watched.
“Hello, boys, you must be my new stepbrothers.” Oh, fuck no.
“Wow, he’s such a talker. Does he ever shut up?” “Usually when he’s beating the shit out of someone or pounding into a pussy.” Bray shrugs. “And you know that how?” She laughs. “Do you tag team cunts?” “Sometimes,” he teases. “Why? Want to sign up?”
“Nah, I’m okay,” she offers, and it’s obvious she’s astonished him again. He isn’t used to girls turning him down or not falling at his feet. She looks at me then and grins. “You’re more my type—rocker, artist, and all deep souled.”
“Mind if I join you?” she inquires, clearly trying to be nice. But this girl is anything but nice. It’s in her eyes, in her attitude. Not to mention we saw her beat the fuck out of a table full of guys and get arrested. No, our new stepsister is a badass cock tease.
Oh, this should be fun. I lean back and wait for the fists to start flying. I enjoy fighting just as much as fucking; it’s in my blood, after all.
She has bigger balls than us. She disappears into her room, leaving all three of us gaping after her. “Shit, I think I’m in love,” Asher remarks, and Cyrus reaches out and, without even looking, punches him. Asher flies into the wall, and I watch him push away and press a finger to his bleeding lip with a laugh.
Cyrus might be right, her being here is a bad idea. I only have so much restraint when it comes to cunt, and she’s the finest one I have ever seen, with a mouth, mind, and threats to back it up. Did the Crew brothers just meet their match?
The arty one, Asher, I think, with the blond shaved head. Bray, with the tied back brown hair, muscles to die for, flirty smirk, and nose and lip piercings. Shit... and then Cyrus, the grumpy giant, whom I wanted to climb like a tree.
“Oh shit, they’re back,” Faye slurs. “You know them?” I ask, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “The Crew brothers? Fuck, hun, everyone knows them. They own this fucking town. They’re dangerous as fuck, but sexy as hell. Every girl wants to date them, and every guy wants to be one of them, but they are super exclusive. It’s only ever the three of them. Shit, they are sexy. I didn’t know they were home.” “They are my new stepbrothers,” I mutter, and her mouth drops open before she laughs. “Damn, you get all the hotties,” she whines.
“Let me take out the trash for you.” He grabs him, and with the help of another dude, he throws the idiot out the front door before coming back. Oh yeah, this guy is getting ridden tonight. “That was hot as hell,” he says to me before looking at Faye. “Are you okay? Want to hang with me and my friends? I promise they won’t touch you.” Fuck, never mind riding, I’m going to suck his dick if he carries on.
“She did save us,” Asher remarks as he starts the engine. “Come on, I’m hungry.” “Wait, you saw her tits? What were they like? I bet they were a good handful, right?” Bray says, but I ignore him as Asher sighs and starts an argument on why he shouldn’t objectify women. “What? I can’t say tits? What about fun bags? Handfuls of joy?” Bray laughs as my eyes stay locked on her retreating back... and ass.
I do trust her, more than I have ever trusted anyone. But she will never know why I wake up screaming, why I never do relationships... why I can never love. Not again. Never.
“When he gets in the zone, you have no chance of getting his attention. Trust me, all the ladies dig the art thing, but he never notices.” Pushing his elbow away, I throw him a look over my shoulder. “Yeah? At least the ladies like him.” He stumbles back with his hand on his chest and fake pain etched on his face. “Oh, baby, why you gotta do me like that?”
“I should have known you would be with men,” she sneers. “Hello, Mother Dearest, crawled from the bowels of hell—I mean digging for gold to come and see me, how lovely.” I cheers her with the bottle. “Enough,” she scoffs, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “I heard from a friend you have been... stripping. That will stop right this second. I have a reputation to uphold, and we both know you can’t afford to attract the wrong kind of attention again.” I jolt at that as anger flows through me, but I don’t reply. “Good. Glad we understand each other.” Stepping closer, ignoring the guys, I let my
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Asher, well, let’s just say he’s an artist with a knife as well as a paintbrush.
hear the cheers and screams, but I ignore them. All that matters is him and the racing of my heart. I finally have someone who can keep up with me. He lifts the visor, wearing a smirk on his face. “That was a draw.” “Guess we’ll have to have a rematch,” I murmur,
“Guess we will,” he murmurs. I look over at Faye and grin. “Let’s go, hottie. We’ve got places to be.” I glance at the blonde and wink, licking my lips. “You taste like cum and strawberries.” I get back in my car, flicking on my music and revving the engine as Faye slides in, and with them all watching... I drive away.
He might growl at her and say he hates her, but he’s intrigued by our new stepsister. Especially now. I see the flare of interest, of the chase, in his gaze. She’s piqued his interest. She’s reckless, she’s hot, and she’s clearly fucking crazy... just like us.
“She almost got you,” Asher murmurs, and when I look over, he’s grinning. “No, she didn’t,” Cyrus snaps, turning to glare at us. “Oh, but she did, brother,” I taunt just as two brunettes converge on me. Wrapping my arms around them, I spank their asses and wink at Cyrus. “And it was fucking beautiful. I’m going to fuck out my desire for our new sister.” “You’re sick,” Cyrus growls.
I glance back to see Asher staring at the stars like he does every night. My heart pangs for my brother and what he’s gone through. Those who know us know he’s technically my half-brother, but that never fazed us. He’s Crew, blood in, blood out. He’s family all the way, no matter his past.
Or it means her death. We made this choice. We understood the risks when we became Crew. Blood in. Blood out. Crew for life.
“How do you get girls? Do they have to gag you?” I retort, making Asher laugh, and even Cyrus cracks a small grin, though when I notice, he loses it and glares at me like he would rather be anywhere else but here. “Baby, you could gag me anytime, or tie me up. I’m up for any of the kinky shit you have in that dirty little brain.”
Looking over at Bray, unable to help myself, I lean down and lick his ear. “Baby,” I purr, “you can’t handle me all night.” I stand and tell them, “I don’t need a ride, tip your waitress. I’ll meet you back home.”
Tonight, I’m going to test my new stepbrothers because I can’t stand the fact that I’m attracted to all three of them. If I have to suffer and be in misery with my desire, so do they. Game on, brothers.
I expect Bray to ask for something dirty, or even Asher, but Cyrus surprises me. Leaning back in his chair, holding vodka on his jean-clad leg, he orders, “Dance for us.”
“Asher, truth or dare,” he asks as he cleans up. “Truth,” Asher replies, and I smile. He’s such a cutie. “Erm, how many wanks have you had over our new stepsister?” he questions with a laugh. I expect Asher to blush or look away and lie, but he doesn’t. He accepts the challenge, looking me dead in the eye with a straight face. “At least twice a day since I first saw her.”
“Dare,” I accept. “Kiss me,” Bray orders, and then grins at me.
“You’re not all that, Blair. Right now, you’re a fucking mess, with your lipstick smeared from kissing your stepbrother, beer on your shirt, and your ass hanging out. You’re a fucking mess, why would I want you?” That’s when I get angry and grab his hard cock, making his breath stutter. “It’s not what I think, but what I know.” I know it’s the wrong move, but the booze makes me stupid, reckless.
Even our mother was a bad fucking idea, but he was too blind, too in love to notice her flaws. RIP to the bitch. May she rest in fucking flames.
“I’m just saying, brother,” Bray starts, twirling his fork in his tuna, “you should be nicer to her. We aren’t as different as you think.” “What does that mean?” I roll my eyes, nursing the scotch. “You saw the way her mother was with her.” He raises his eyebrow at me pointedly. “Remind you of anyone? She drinks, does drugs, and races cars to forget, to feel and be out of the house.
