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  Forbidden Touch

  A Second Chance Step Brother Romance

  Rye Hart

  Table of Contents

  TITLE PAGE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  EPILOGUE

  EXCLUSIVE STEPBROTHER ROMANCE: TABOO LOVER

  BEST SELLER: ROCK HARD BABY DADDY

  ROCK HARD FAKE GROOM

  ROCK HARD SEAL

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  TWO WEEKS OF SIN: SNEAK PEAK

  ROCK HARD BOSS: SNEAK PEAK

  HOT BASTARD NEXT DOOR: SNEAK PEAK

  DAMAGED GOODS: SNEAK PEAK

  THE LONGEST RODEO: SNEAK PEAK

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  CHAPTER ONE - CALEB

  “Let’s see who can snag the first hot piece of tail tonight.” Jason said with a sly grin, as he handed me a cigarette.

  “Don’t’ worry. I’m in a charitable mood. I’ll send the first one that comes my way your direction. You can thank me later.” I said as I grabbed the cigarette and proceeded to light it up.

  Tyler chuckled and shook his head. He was in his early forties, married with two kids so he relished in being the amused spectator, while Jason and I chased women. The two of us, on the other hand, were bachelors in our late twenties and self-admitted horn dogs.

  We were walking towards our favorite hangout, McConnel’s Pub, ready for a much needed drink - or five. The pub was right around the corner from the fire station and the perfect post-shift hangout. Over the years, the three of us generally ran the same shifts and we grew close. I guess facing life threatening conditions together made it that way.

  Working around the clock with a twelve-hour rotation for five days hit me hard, but not hard enough to stop me from my usual indulgences: booze and mind-blowing sex. Tonight, my body was yearning for the later at a whole new level. I felt the pressure rising in my pants as I walked into the pub like a predator seeking his prey. Down boy.

  When I was on the job, nothing else mattered, and that was what made me such a damn good fire fighter. But the second my rotations ended, my body was eager for a much-needed release. I was a creature of habit.

  We stepped inside McConnel’s and moved toward the bar. I ordered my usual shot of bourbon and slid onto the nearest stool. Jason was already making his way to a blond sitting in a booth in the corner of the room. The poor man wasn’t the brightest tool; it was evident that she was waiting on a date. The fact that the blond was sitting in the corner so focused on her phone gave it away. No girl coming to a bar to get laid would sit away from traffic and be so preoccupied with sending someone else texts.

  Not wasting any time, I scanned the room slowly. A sexy little brunette was leaning against the back wall, a martini in her hand, and a hungry look in her eyes. She was hot, but looked desperate with too much makeup and an outfit that didn’t leave enough to the imagination.

  I kept searching until a leggy red head walked through the door and claimed my attention. She was gorgeous in a slutty way, wearing a tight little number that highlighted her tits and ass. She was on the prowl, but classy enough.

  I watched her approach the bar, her head held high, and her long red curls cascading down her back.

  “I’ll catch you later.” I said as I eye fucked the red head. Tyler gave a knowing nod and proceeded to focus on the football game playing on the TV.

  With an easy gait, I walked over to her and put my arm on the bar in front of her. She glanced at me as if she was already bored.

  Fuck, my interest was piqued.

  The bartender slid a fire-engine red drink to her. She reached toward her purse, but I grabbed her hand to stop her. Her eyes met mine, and I shook my head, already slipping a twenty to the bartender.

  “Thank you,” she said, inclining her head toward me.

  Without a word, I raised my glass. She clinked her own against it and then took a small sip. I mimicked her, never once dropping her gaze.

  “So,” she said. “Name?”

  “Caleb. Yours?”

  “I’m Trish.”

  “Anything else, Caleb?” the bartender asked. I shook my head. “Heading back to the station?”

  “Not until tomorrow,” I said. “Finally got a night off.”

  “The station?” Trish asked, her eyes full of interest now. I should have known all I had to do was drop the fireman bomb, and she’d melt in my hands.

  “Fire station,” I said.

  “Well, well…,” Trish said, grinning and taking a step toward me.

  “Well?” I asked.

  She stepped forward once more. “I’ve always wanted to see the inside of a fire station. You can say it’s on my bucket list,” she said softly, her lips barely an inch from mine. “Could you give me a personal tour?”

  My cock twitched at her words. She leaned back to search my eyes. It was too easy. One mention of my job and this girl was practically falling on my dick. Usually, I liked a challenge but I had a long day so this would do. I set my now empty glass down and nodded toward the door. She downed her drink, giggled with excitement, and followed me outside.

  We didn’t speak as we walked to the station. There wasn’t anything left to say. I wanted someone to screw, she wanted to fulfill a fantasy. It was a win-win.

  I led her through the back door toward my sleeping quarters. The bunks were still empty, and I could hear voices coming from the common area. Everyone still on-call was hanging out, wasting time until a call came in. Lucky for me, I
didn’t have to worry about anything tonight. The only thing that needed my focus was Trish’s tits and her sure-to-be-glorious pussy.

  She looked around the bunk area, a sultry smile on her face. When she turned back to face me, she slid her dress to the floor in one smooth motion. She was naked beneath it, and the sight of her bare skin propelled me forward.

  “Let’s get started with that personal tour. We can start with my cock,” I growled and threw her backward on my bunk.

  She giggled while I stripped naked. I made sure she had a good view of my full triceps and abs, which I earned from weight training at the station. She licked her lips as I lowered my boxers to let out my cock which stood in salute in front of her naked body. I climbed on top of her. We kissed hard and fast, it was wet and sloppy, sexy in a desperate sort of way. I bit her bottom lip and moved my lips down to her perky tits. I took her nipple in my mouth, and she cried out with pleasure, louder than I expected.

  I slipped my fingers between her legs, slowly gliding between her folds. Fuck. She was already soaked and ready for me. I sat up and grabbed a condom from under my pillow. I tore it open and slid it down my dick in one motion.

  “Someone’s prepared,” Trish said, grinning.

  “Always.” I flipped her onto her stomach, and she moaned with anticipation, already lifting her hips for me.

  “Good girl. Next, I want you to show me how much you enjoy me pounding you into next week.”

  I shoved myself inside of her, making her gasp and cry out. I then proceeded to fuck her hard and fast. No need to waste time by leading into it. Pent-up release was my goal, and her pleasure was just an added perk. By the way she was screaming and clinging to the bedpost, she was experiencing plenty of it.

  “Oh yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me, Caleb. Fuck me!”

  I knew her cries of pleasure could be heard in the common area, but I didn’t care. I slammed my cock inside of her with force while waves of pleasure rolled through me. I was close to spilling my load inside her, and I didn’t want to hold myself back. I moved faster, selfishly seeking my own release.

  “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

  She came hard and fell against the mattress. I followed suit, grunting and slapping her ass while I shot forward. My legs trembled for a second before I pulled out of her and sat back.

  “That was incredible.” She giggled and rolled over. I took in the sight of her naked tits. Now that I was done with her, they did nothing for me.

  “I’m not surprised,” I said.

  She laughed as if I was joking.

  “Thanks for that.” She sat up and kissed me, then jumped out of bed and pulled on her dress. She was gone in seconds.

  ***

  “There he is!” Jason yelled. I ignored him and moved toward the coffee pot.

  “She still in there?” Tyler asked.

  “Who?” I poured myself a cup of coffee pretending not to know what he was talking about.

  “Oh yes!” Jason said, imitating Trish’s voice. “Fuck me, Caleb! Fuck me!”

  “We left the bunks empty for you all night,” Tyler said. “Didn’t want to interrupt round two.”

  “Well you wasted a good nights’ sleep then,” I said. “She bounced about two seconds after I was done.”

  “Why?” Tyler asked. “You do it wrong?”

  “Well, you heard her,” I said, grinning. “What do you think?”

  “You’re one cocky son of a bitch,” Jason said, shaking his head.

  “It’s not cockiness,” I said. “It’s well-deserved confidence.”

  Both Jason and Tyler erupted in laughter. I shot them both a devious grin and proceeded to focus my attention on my coffee. My next shift started this morning, and one night off was not enough to re-energize me. I clung to my coffee mug while the guys continued to make jokes about Trish.

  “Don’t break my balls guys,” I said. “Just because none of you can get any.”

  Just as Jason was about to open his mouth, the bell chimed overhead. We froze for a split second before we all flew into action. We ran from the kitchen, grabbing our gear and sliding down to the truck as we moved. I was fully dressed and on the truck in seconds, the others following behind.

  Tyler hit the siren and pulled out of the station, speeding down the road toward our call. Like always, we were silent on the truck. All shit talking forgotten. This wasn’t another game, this was our job, and every single one of us took it seriously. While we sped through town, we prepared ourselves for what we would see.

  We saw the smoke first, spiraling up from an apartment building. Tyler turned the corner, and we saw it, flames shooting out of every window. Our bodies tensed, ready to fight the blaze.

  Before Tyler could stop, we were off the truck, uncoiling the hose and preparing for a fight.

  “Over here!” someone screamed. I whipped my head around to see a man running toward us. He was panicked, and his face was covered in ash. “My wife! She’s in there with our daughter! They’re trapped!”

  “Where?” I demanded.

  “Third floor,” he said, his voice shaky.

  I glanced behind me where Jason was standing. He nodded, and we took off running, throwing on our masks and hurtling through the flames. Once inside, we slowly climbed the crumbling staircase. The place was barely holding on. We knew we only had seconds to get in and out.

  We hit the third-floor landing and started yelling, listening intently for an answer. When it came, it was muffled and terrified, coming from a door to our right. Jason kicked it in, and we rushed inside to see a young woman curled around a toddler, holding her tightly and shaking with fear.

  We ran to them and wrapped them in a fire-retardant blanket. Jason led the way back to the stairs but when we stepped onto the landing, it creaked, and pieces of wood began to splinter, falling inward and making the woman scream with terror. Her daughter was sliding toward the disintegrating floor and something had to be done.

  There are moments in the life of a firefighter where a split second decision can alter the course of their career or even their lives. I jumped forward, grabbed the little girl and shoved her back to the rest of my crew. Heavy smoke filled the air, nearly blinding me, but I caught a glimpse of Jason catching her before the floor gave way beneath me.

  I fell downward, hurtling through the air toward the second floor. Sharp pain rushed through my body as I hit the landing and then kept falling. The wood splintered and gave way beneath me, propelling me hard toward the bottom floor. I hit with a thud, my legs giving way beneath me. I looked up just in time to see pieces of wood flying toward my face. I threw my arms up and the last thing I thought about was a pair of ocean-blue eyes flashing through my mind.

  Everything went black.

  CHAPTER TWO - TARA

  “You’re doing great, Olivia!” I said, my voice light and full of encouragement.

  Olivia struggled through the next rep of arm lifts, pain etched on her face. She was only eight-years-old, and already, she possessed more strength and determination than most people four times her age.

  “Are you sure she can handle it?” her mom asked, but I shot her a smile, and she relaxed.

  “One more, sweetheart,” I said softly. “Just one more and you’re done for the day.”

  “I can do more,” Olivia said.

  “I know you can.” I took the small weight from her hand and laid it on the floor. “But we can’t push you, okay? Your arm has to heal the right way, remember?”

  Olivia nodded and turned to her mom, who hugged her tightly and looked relieved that it was over. These physical therapy sessions were never easy, especially for the loved ones of my patients. It was hard to watch, but it was necessary. Sometimes, even I had a hard time making it through, but this was just the beginning of my clinical rotation, so I knew things would get easier with time.

  “Same time next week?” I asked, looking from Olivia to her mom.

  “I have a couple questions,” her mother said.

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bsp; “Sure.” I forced a smile to my face, but my head was beginning to ache again. Olivia was my last patient of the day, and I just wanted to be alone to finish my paperwork.

  “Well, I was reading about this new treatment plan online. Something called controlled hyper-extension. The article said it could be helpful.”

  “I don’t recommend that for Olivia,” I said firmly. “She’s very young, and her arm is healing properly for now. We don’t want to change anything and risk reversing her recovery and possibly doing her more damage.”

  “But I really think it might be worth trying,” her mother said. “The article said the amount of pain associated with this new treatment is way less than traditional physical therapy.”

  “That’s not yet proven,” I said. “These tests are still very new. Olivia is not an ideal candidate for something like that.”

  “Are you sure?” her mother asked. “I really think we should.”

  My patience waning, but I was trying not to show it. I had to remind myself why I wanted this job so much. Growing up seeing my father care for his patients with so much care and love always left me so excited to be a part of the same world.

  “I know how worried you are. But I can assure you that Olivia is doing quite well. Her treatment is rough, but it will get easier. Now, if you would like a second opinion, I’m happy to give you a few numbers to call. My colleagues can review her file and tell you what they think.”

  I tried to keep my voice light and calm, but it wasn’t easy. People who believed the internet as the end all be all thought they knew more than licensed professionals, and it was often not the best for the patients in vulnerable states like Olivia. This was my job. I was new to it, but I was also damn good.

  “No,” she finally said, sighing deeply. “You’re right. I’m just nervous.”

  “I understand,” I said, smiling kindly.

  “We’ll see you next week.”

  “Bye, Tara!” Olivia said, grinning widely as her mother led her through the door. I smiled and waved until they disappeared.