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“You’ve got to be kidding me. Bianca’s brothers, then mine, and now yours?”
We both turn to Cindy. “Any chance yours are showing up?”
“If I could only be so lucky.” Cindy is more open about having a thing for her stepbrothers.
“Come on, Rory,” Calvin calls loudly.
Damn him. “How many times have I said I’m done with that nickname?”
I hug my friends before my brothers cart me away. To do what? Watch their concert? Hang out in a corner with my V-card while they screw their groupies?
Great.
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Calvin
“Whatthehellwasthat?” I say from the driver’s seat, my eyes meeting Aurora’s in the rear-view mirror. She’s sandwiched between Jack and Travis. I’m jealous.
“A fundraiser.” Her sass makes me want to pull the car over and spank her.
“What exactly were you selling?” My eyes drift shamelessly downward and I thank the mirror for not letting me check out my stepsister’s cleavage.
“My time.” Her evasive answer makes my palms itch. A good smack on the ass would teach her… Hell, it would make my dick even harder. She’s always been feisty. That’s not likely to change, but it is likely to be fun.
Jack scoffs. “ChristmasCherryAuction. You do understand what was really being auctioned?”
She starts to answer, but Big D cuts her off. “And we won you fair and square.”
With the help of the mirror, I shoot Big D a warning glance. The four of us had time on the ride over to clear up that we want her. In every way. But we’re not discussing it with her until after the show.
“Don’t remind me. I can already see the headline, the billionaire rockstars make a giant donation to the woman’s shelter. Yay!” Irritation drips from her words. “You could have let me stay there with my friends.”
“Not a chance.” I can barely hold back from telling her our plan.
“Then take me home.”
“We have a concert to get to. You did your good deed raising money for a charity. It’s time for us to put on a show that pays the bills for a lot of hard-working people.” Big D reaches between the seats and tries to take her hand, but she pulls away.
“You should have just stayed at your concert.”
None of us has an answer. Should have…yes. But seeing her in that picture from backstage, before the auction, all four of us broke. I’ve never spoken to my brothers about my feelings for her, but I wasn’t alone.
Did testosterone take over, to make us think we could convince her that we want her? Why is the one woman who doesn’t swoon over us the one we’re interested in?
We’ve always adored and protected her, but things are different now…seeing her as a grown woman. She still has our attention. She’s fun and sparky. She’s perfect.
Before I know it, my mind dives into the dark parts of my desire. I want her to be the mother of my children.Wewant to keep her knocked up.
And we have no idea how to get her to see us this way.
We had to get her off that stage because no one’s going to fuck our little sister for money. I pull through the security gates to the private entrance.
“I still don’t see why you’re forcing me to watch your concert,” she says as we walk quickly, guiding her inside.
“You’re not watching the concert.”
She stamps her foot down, halting our forward momentum, crosses her arms, and says, “You interrupted my fun evening with friendsandyou’re not going to let me watch the concert? Great way to ruin a girl’s evening!”
