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  Player

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  PLAYER

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

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  Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Copyright © October 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

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  First E-book Publication: October 2015

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Player (A Taboo Short)

  Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Charlotte

  Derek

  Chapter One | Derek

  Charlotte

  Chapter Two | Derek

  Charlotte

  Chapter Three | Derek

  Charlotte

  Chapter Four | Derek

  Charlotte

  Chapter Five | Derek

  Chapter Six | Charlotte

  Derek

  Chapter Seven | Charlotte

  Derek

  Epilogue | Charlotte

  Derek

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  Beautiful Torment

  Book 1: Zeke’s Rule

  Club Corruption

  Corruption

  Bound

  Taboo Shorts

  Teacher’s Pet

  Player

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC

  Book 1: Owned by the Bastard

  Book 2: Bent, Not Broken

  Book 3: Hard As Steel

  The Soldiers Bonus Story (free story available on CSP website)

  Book 4: Dead Bastard

  Boxed set (books 1-3+ bonus story)

  Book 4.5: Ruin and Rise

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  The Way I like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 5): 2015

  Owned (Club Corruption, 3)

  His Darkest Secret: 2015

  Cherry

  Charlotte

  He’s an arrogant bastard, a manwhore, and a guy I’m forced to live with because my mother married his father. A part of me hates Derek because of the way he flaunts himself, because he doesn’t seem to care that he uses women like they are nothing more than a body to warm his bed for a few hours. But what I hate even more is the fact that I want him. The more he teases me, brushes up against me as we pass each other, and slips in dirty innuendos during our conversations, the more I want to slap him, and then give myself to him like so many other women have done.

  Derek

  I know Charlotte hates me, loathes me, and thinks I’m a player, but what she might not know is that those little touches I give her, those filthy little slips in the conversation that have her blushing and getting embarrassed, turn me on like a fiend. I never said I was a good guy, and that I didn’t sleep around back in the day, because I did. But I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. My past is tainted, but how surprised would she be if she found out I haven’t been with anyone in longer than I cared to admit? How shocked would Charlotte be if I admitted I’ve stayed away from other girls because I want her that badly?

  Chapter One

  Derek

  Charlotte doesn’t even know what she does to me, how she made my fucking cock feel like it was going to tear through my damn jeans. She sat on that couch, her leg propped up, and those damn little shorts she wore riding up her creamy, smooth thighs, like she wasn’t giving my the biggest fucking hard-on in the world.

  I watched her run the little brush over her toenail, painting it red, making me even crazier with lust. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her under me, to have that curvy body squirming, arched, sweaty because I was fucking her so good.

  My old man might have married her mom three years ago, and technically we were related, if only by marriage, but I didn’t see Charlotte as anything more than a prime, grade-A piece of pussy. But I didn’t just want her like a damn drug addict; she was smart, didn’t put up with my bullshit, and gave as good as she got. She could also be a little bitch toward me, and I knew it was because she’d heard the rumors about me in school.

  Player. Manwhore. Cocky bastard. Jock.

  I leaned against the kitchen counter and lifted the can of pop to my mouth, watching as she lifted her hand to brush at the long dark fall of her hair. My cock throbbed, my balls drawn up tight.

  Fucking hell, you little tease.

  But I guess she wasn’t really a cock tease, since she wasn’t doing this shit on purpose.

  Charlotte lifted her head, looked over her shoulder at me, and narrowed her eyes. “What the hell are you doing? Just standing there watching me?” She had a snap in her voice, her annoyance clear. God, that fucking turned me on.

  I didn’t respond, just smirked, knowing it would piss her off. We’d been living under the same roof for the last three years, and for the last year, I’d seen her as something more sexual. I’ve wanted her so fucking much that I couldn’t even be with another girl because my cock wouldn’t get hard.

  Yeah, my reputation was a little nasty, a little filthy. I liked pussy, and that wouldn’t change. She thought I was a whore, though, and I was, at one point. But what would she say if she knew that for the last year I hadn’t done shit with any other girls?

  “Don’t you have a game to get ready for or something?” she asked as she closed up the bottle of nail polish.

  This was our last year of high school, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d thought about what I was going to do afterward, and if I’d have the balls to tell Charlotte that I wanted her. But this whole situation was fucked. She was my stepsister, and wanting someone that was related to you, even if only by marriage, was fucked up.

  “Don’t you have some girl to fuck,” Charlotte said with disgust in her voice.

  I finished off my drink, tossed the can in the recycle bin, and grinned. “Why are you so curious about who I’m going to be fucking?” Truth was there wouldn’t be any fucking going on, not by me at least. My dick only ever got hard for Charlotte.

  She stood, those little shorts molded to her fucking crotch because of the way she’d been sitting. I cleared my throat and turned away from her. I didn’t need to show her my cock was tenting my jeans like motherfucker.

  “I’m not, believe me. I don’t want to know about your nasty exploits.”

  I chuckled, flashing her a grin. She got nervous around me a lot, but recently, I started seeing the way she blushed when I teased her. It made me want to do it more because she looked so damn good like that.

  She was standing beside me while she got a glass of water, and I turned, purposefully brushed my arm against her, and kept it moving. My cock jerked from that small touch and from the scent of sugar that always seemed to come from her.

  “You know you’re the only girl for me, Charlotte,” I said in a low voice, seeing the way goosebumps popped up al
ong her arms. She turned her head and looked up at me, her eyes big and blue, her dark hair framing her face.

  “You’re such a damn pervert.”

  I could hear in her voice that she was trying to sound harder, angry even, but it came out as more of a breathy sound.

  I was an asshole, because although I hid my erection from her, I liked to run my mouth, liked to make her uncomfortable with the dirty things I said to her.

  “You like that I’m this way, admit it,” I said and grinned.

  She clenched her teeth, turned her attention away from me, and didn’t respond. I grinned even wider.

  Fuck, I’d need to go jerk off now because there was no way could I play football with this monster standing stiff between my legs.

  Charlotte

  Just looking at him pissed me off. The fact my mother and his dad made me go to his stupid as hell football games annoyed me, but I kept that all to myself. Not only was my stepbrother one of the biggest, cockiest guys at school, he was also not ashamed of the fact that his nickname was ‘Player’. It could have been because he played football, but I knew it was mainly because he was a fucking manwhore, or so his reputation claimed. I’ve never actually seen Derek with another girl, not at school and certainly not by him bringing one to the house.

  “Your brother—”

  “He’s not my brother,” I correct Greg, my stepfather, Derek’s dad.

  Greg looked at me and sighed before facing the field again.

  “Charlotte, I wish you’d try to make an effort,” my mom said, but I didn’t respond.

  Three years of living under the same roof as that cocky asshole was making an effort.

  I turned away from them and watched as Derek tackled some poor sap to the ground. The crowd seemed to gasp as one, and it was a pretty good reaction since Derek had taken the other player to the ground like a tank demolishing a building.

  Derek was huge; a beast of a senior in high school, he stood at six-foot-four with muscles stacked upon each other.

  Greg had been married to my mom since I was a freshman. For some reason, they wanted us to see each other as siblings, which grossed me the fuck out. Derek was nothing more than an intruder in my life, a womanizer that got off on females because he knew he was hot and they’d fall for him.

  What pissed me off more than anything else was the fact Derek was such an asshole. It wasn’t that he treated me like shit, or that he ignored me at school. He didn’t do anything of those things. What angered me was the fact he was after me, and by after me, I mean he wanted to fuck me.

  At least, that’s the vibe I got lately.

  It wasn’t as if Derek came out and said he wanted to sleep with me. Or maybe it was all in my head because I was the one that wanted him?

  Closing my eyes at that thought, I felt this self-disgust fill me. I shouldn’t want anything to do with a guy like Derek. Even if we weren’t technically family, he was out of my league. If we didn’t know each other, he’d never give a girl like me the time of day. I was thick, curvy, and certainly didn’t have a tight body like the cheerleaders that hung around him and his friends.

  You want him.

  It was true. I wanted him to fuck me, but was too proud, too stubborn to allow myself to stoop to his level of whorishness and just go for it. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. And every time he came out of the bathroom in nothing but a small as hell towel, his hard body on display, the monster between his thighs pressed against the fabric like a third leg, I hated him even more. Every time he brushed up against me when we passed each other in the hallway or at home, when he stared at me with this intense I want to fuck you look, I hated that my body heated, my pussy got wet, and I thought about really dirty shit.

  I kept my attitude, my annoyance at him, in place, but I wondered if he saw through that. My skin still tingled where he’d brushed up against me at the sink today, when he’d said, “You know you’re the only girl for me.” God, if only that were true, I’d be in a lot worse shape than I was in now.

  Nope, I’d never resort to giving in and letting my linebacker stepbrother have me.

  At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

  Chapter Two

  Derek

  Our team won the game, and it was time to party. My dad was one fucking happy man with me winning the game and didn’t have a problem with me blowing off steam after a game. So that was why I stood in Mitch’s house, drinking a beer, and watching the bitches strip down to their bikinis and dive into the pool.

  None of the bitches interested me. Their skinny bodies didn’t attract me. There was only one woman I wanted, and she stood in the corner talking with Duke, one of my fucking teammates. He was an asshole, even bigger than me. I hated him. I couldn’t get rid of him though; he was a huge part of the team. Without him, winning would be a problem.

  He made sure I got the ball, and if I didn’t get the ball, I didn’t score; if I didn’t score, we didn’t win.

  Fuck. Duke just put his hand on her arm, touching Charlotte, and that just pissed me off.

  “Hey, man, great play today,” Mitch said, slapping me on the back. I nodded and forced myself to stop looking at Charlotte. She was my ride home, even if she didn’t know it. Mitch whistled and, when I glanced at him, I saw he was looking toward Charlotte. “Your sister is looking fine. I’d love to see what those tits look like in a bikini; she’s fucking hot.”

  “She’s not my sister, and don’t fucking say that shit about her.”

  When I thought about Charlotte, it didn’t have anything to do with being sisterly. We weren’t related, and if not for her mom marrying my dad, she’d be just another girl. But I wanted to fuck her, badly. I spent every single night thinking of ways to get her into my bed. I’d spread those thighs of hers, open the lips of her virgin pussy, and eat her out. I knew she was a virgin, knew no assholes had experienced that tight little pussy of hers.

  Yep, I was a total asshole.

  Once I licked her pretty wet pussy, and I would, I’d put my dick inside her, going slowly until I claimed that little bit of innocence that belonged to me. Her virginity was mine, and I was going to fucking take it.

  Finishing off my bottle of beer, I tossed it into the nearest trashcan, and made my way over to her.

  “So I was thinking I should take you out to the movies,” Duke said.

  Oh, hell no. There was no way Duke was taking Charlotte out. I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight.

  “Fuck off, Duke; the answer is no,” I say, placing my arm over her shoulder.

  “Go away, Derek.” Charlotte wasn’t happy, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Come on, let’s go home.” I drag her away from Duke, and make sure that I hold her even as she fights me. I wasn’t going to let her go, and I wasn’t going to let Duke fuck what belonged to me. This woman had been driving me crazy, and she was mine.

  Mine!

  If I had to get my name inked on her body, I was going to claim what was mine.

  “Get off me, Derek, you brute.” She yanked away from me, and I’d had enough. Bending down, I shoved my shoulder against her stomach and lifted her so that she was over my shoulder. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

  Walking out of the house and toward my car, I dumped her ass in the passenger seat. I made sure the door was locked before making my way around to the driver’s side and climbing in. I’d had one beer, and that was it. There was no way I was going to watch one of my team mates screw with her.

  “I can’t believe you did that. I was having fun, and I might have even taken Duke up on his offer.”

  “No, you weren’t. You’re not doing anything with that asshole.” Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I made my way back toward our house. Our parents were spending the night at a hotel, which was just a nice way of saying they were going to fuck loudly, and they didn’t want us to hear.

  There’s nothing more embarrassing than hearing Charlotte’s mom squeal for my dad to fuck her
harder. I love sex and accept my dad loves it too, but I don’t need to hear them actually fucking.

  “Turn the car around,” Charlotte demanded.

  “No.” It was cute that she thought I was going to do what she said.

  Ten minutes later, I pulled into our driveway. Charlotte started yanking on the door handle, cursing me. I got out, slammed the door shut, and rounded to her side. Opening the door, I blocked her from escaping, and every time she tried to pass me, I kept on blocking her. I didn’t want to force her, but she had to see that getting with that fucker was bad news. Had she not heard the rumors about him?

  “Get out of my way.”

  “No. Get in the house now.”

  “You’re not the boss of me. Fuck off!” She slammed her tiny little fist against my chest, and my dick hardened. Her small touches were damn addictive. I’d give anything to make her mine, and if she wasn’t careful, I was going to have that cherry tonight.

  “Get in the house before you embarrass yourself.”

  “No.” She raised her knee as if to catch me in the balls. I blocked her, grabbing her arm, and hauling her against me. There’s no way I was letting her get away with that kind of shit. Picking her up, I carried her into the house, and slammed the door closed, locking it before pressing her up against it.

  Charlotte bit my arm, and I lost it. Slamming her up against the wall, I grabbed her arms, and pressed them above her head. She was wriggling, cursing, and I had no choice. Capturing her lips, I silenced all kinds of protest from her, plunging my tongue into her mouth.

  She froze in my arms, and I kept on kissing her. The first taste seared my soul as my body awoke at her kiss.

  Fuck, she was better than I thought.

  Charlotte

  I’m so bad.

  My stepbrother has me pressed against the door, and he’s kissing me. Not only is he kissing me, his cock is against my stomach long and thick. Oh God, he is so damn hard. How could someone be so young yet so big? This is not right, surely? I’d heard the rumors about how big he was, and how good, but I thought they was all lies, all hype