Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series Page 5

  He nodded as his throat tightened. “Yes, sir.”

  Sally cast him a sideways “you didn’t have to do that” look. She’d never expected him to take the fall with her if they did get caught, but he wasn’t the kind of friend, the kind of partner, who would abandon her to save his own ass.

  The chief drew it out, stared at his fingers, cleaned under a fingernail. Then he pinned them both again with a shrewd stare. “So you were investigating Trent on your own then?”

  Sally looked him straight in the face. “I could lie to you and say I just found out about Trent by mistake a few nights ago,” she paused, inhaled slowly. “But I won’t. Yes, I was investigating Trent on my own.”

  “We were investigating Trent,” Hunter added.

  She shot him another of those “don’t cover my ass!” looks. But he wasn’t paying attention to her glares.

  Chief Pritchard scratched his chin, let out a sigh that sounded part growl. “By rights, I should suspend you both.”

  They both nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”

  The chief picked up the folder with the house deed. It was now bagged for evidence. He looked at it, looked at them both again. “But this … look, what I’m about to tell you stays between us. I find you leaked it, I will can your asses.”

  Sally’s eyes widened. Hunter stirred in his chair and waited, heart beating a mile a second.

  “What you brought in?” He tapped the bagged folder with one finger. “It’s the biggest break we’ve had in this case. I went by the house, thanks to the note you included with the coke, telling me there was more where that little baggie came from. I found the shipment. Call it my own unofficial investigation.”

  He winked at the pair and Hunter almost pinched himself. He couldn’t believe he and Sally had lucked out after discovery. Chief Pritchard wasn’t known for his mercy.

  “I want this bastard,” Pritchard snarled, looking more like his old self again. “No pretty boy cop pulls a fast one on me. I did some more digging this morning. Found a hot trail thanks to you two. Turns out Farrow is just a lackey, but he can lead us right to the goods. And you two are gonna help me. We’ll conduct an unofficial investigation together, alongside my official one.”

  Just as the chief finished up with them, someone knocked on his office door. Pritchard gave a curious frown then barked, “Enter.”

  The door opened, and a rounded face with cute dimples and sexy red lips peered around the corner. Hunter almost gasped, but the woman in question gave him a scathing glare and he shut up.

  What the hell was his step sister, Mickie Malloy, doing here?

  She walked in, wearing a black blazer and polka dot skirt that clung to her curves. The satiny crème blouse accentuated her lush breasts. Hunter had to shake his head and look away. He only hoped his boss didn’t notice.

  But Sally did, because she was looking at him, smirking in that knowing way.

  “Hello, Chief Pritchard,” Mickie said primly. “I’m your temp from the Holden Agency.” She held out a hand for Pritchard to shake after he indicated she should approach the desk. “Lisa Campbell.”

  Hunter frowned at Sally, and she frowned back. The chief couldn’t see them exchange the look, because they were now obscured by Mickie, and the chief’s attention was glued to Hunter’s gorgeous step sister. Hunter couldn’t blame him. Who could ignore that perfect hour glass body?

  “Ms. Campbell, if you’d just give me a moment,” Pritchard said, in such a sweet voice Hunter had to look to make sure the man hadn’t morphed into someone else. Then the chief turned back to him and Sally and his patent growl returned, “Come back in thirty minutes, after I’ve shown Ms. Campbell around the office.”

  Hunter burned with curiosity as he made his way to his locker. What was his step sister doing here, posing as a secretary under an assumed name?

  Mickie left the office with Pritchard and they were back thirty minutes later. Pritchard sent Mickie toward the office supply room then he called Hunter and Sally back in.

  “I want you to go scope out an open rehearsal at the Saint John Amphitheater,” Chief Pritchard told them. “Some rock band crap called Decadent and Deadly.” He waved that off. “Trent’s gonna be there tonight, trying to wheel and deal. I’m gonna wire us up. Rollins and Fayette, you follow Trent but keep outta his sight. Talk to anyone he talks to. I’ll stake out the front of the place.”

  Hunter saw the worry on Sally’s face, but she guarded it well.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered as he leaned over. “I’ve got your back. So does the chief.”

  The chief looked at his watch. “Okay, we’ve got some time before this rehearsal starts. Go do your thing and meet me back here after lunch.”

  Hunter had some paperwork to do, and it was still technically Sally’s day off, so they parted ways for now. Hunter headed toward the supply room for confrontation number two. He wanted to know just what the hell Mickie was doing here.

  Inside the supply room, he found Mickie reaching for a box of staples on a high shelf. The motion tightened her skirt across her lush ass nicely. His focus also zeroed in on her sheer black stockings with a sexy seam running up her calf, disappearing under the hem of her skirt. He shook his head, tried to ignore the tightening in his pants, and cleared his throat.

  Mickie let out a surprised “Oh!” whirled around too fast, and lost her balance when one of her high heels buckled beneath her. She would’ve went down in a flurry of polka dots and frills, had Hunter not caught her.

  His face hovered inches from hers as he held her in a dance dip pose. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Working.”She blinked, then her big brown eyes widened as she tried to give him that innocent look.

  He shook his head, stood straight and pulled her against his chest. “You have a job. You’re a reporter, not a secretary.”

  She pushed back from him and gave a haughty look. “Well, I am now.” She placed her hands on her hips. “A secretary, that is.”

  “Bullshit.” He pushed close again, backing her into a shelf stuffed with printer paper. “If you don’t tell me the real reason you’re here, I’ll tell Pritchard who you really are.”

  She smirked at this, crossed her arms over her chest. “He already knows who I am. The fake identity is to fool you cops.”

  He tried to ignore the perfect, round globes of flesh she inadvertently accentuated with her action. Her arms crossed tighter beneath them and they strained against the thin, crème silk of her blouse. He shook his head and growled out a sigh.

  Then he poured all his frustration, all his stress from this morning, into a feral kiss. He dug strong fingers into her ass and pulled her tight against the erection straining the front of his uniform slacks. Her arms slipped around his neck as his lips claimed hers.

  He tried to punish her with the kiss, crushing his lips to hers until she squirmed and squealed, but his hands on her body made him grow more carnal and less cruel. He traced the contours of her small waist, the flare of her generous hips, and the rounded curves of her ass. He soaked in her warmth and the way she melted when they touched. He knew it was just lust, though. She didn’t love him.

  She freed herself from the kiss and protested breathlessly, “We can’t do this here. Someone will catch us.”

  “Good,” he shot back. “Then you’ll get fired, and I won’t have to worry about what you’re doing snooping around my territory.”

  She scowled at him. For a moment, Hunter wondered if she’d slap him she looked so angry. “I’m undercover. I can’t get fired. But you could get suspended.” She wore a smug smile.

  His hand ensnared her waist once more and he pushed her tighter against the shelf. “That’s a chance I’ll just have to take.”

  She squeaked just before his lips claimed hers again. His tongue entwined with hers and he sucked it roughly into his mouth. He yanked her skirt off her hips and tore at the buttons on her blouse. Her protest at this was muffled by his mouth still exploring he
rs. Soon she was sandwiched between him and the supply room shelf with nothing but her lacy black underwire bra, matching panties, and stockings on.

  He broke the kiss and pulled back from her to let his gaze soak in her beautiful body. With a lecherous smile, he said, “Get on all fours.”

  “Excuse me?” she squeaked, clutching at the thin strand of pearls she wore.

  He took her chin between finger and thumb, stroking it as he forced her to hold his gaze. “Better do as I say, sweet sis, or I’ll march you outta this room half naked and expose you to everyone.”

  Her cheeks burned as she glared at him. He crossed his arms over the front of his uniform, which, she noted fit him perfectly for showing off his fine physique. With a sigh of resignation, she slowly dropped to her hands and knees in front of him.

  He kneeled behind her. “Good girl,” he taunted, just before he slapped her ass.

  The sting was sharp and unexpected. Her cheek felt lightly scorched from the slap. Her cheeks burned hotter and she vowed she would have her revenge.

  A belt buckle jingled, zippers unzipped, but when she tried to look back at him undressing he commanded, “Eyes forward,” and she thought it best not to press her luck in this compromised position.

  Warm hands smoothed over her round, apple-cheeked ass. He caressed the contours, then smoothed his hands over her hips before he demanded, “Spread your legs.”

  She did as she was told without protest. But her anger burned hot all the same. She would get even with her stepbrother for this.

  He slowly slipped her lacy panties off, then teased her pussy lips apart to test her wetness with a thumb. Something else was growing hotter now, and it sure wasn’t her temper! By the sound of his satisfied groan, she knew she was already wet for him.

  He spread her legs wider. His hands slithered up her back, unclasped her bra and removed it, then he gently pressed his wide palms into her shoulders, urging her head down. She placed her cheek against the cool tile and her ass sprung higher in the air.

  His thumb continued to stroke inside of her while he brushed a finger back and forth over her clit. Creamy warmth spread inside of her, trickled from inside her clenching pussy. Her cunt walls gripped his thumb and pulled him deeper in, as if guiding his touch closer to her g-spot.

  He chuckled when she let out a long moan. “Better keep it quiet, sis. What happens if we get caught?”

  He gripped her ass tight with his free hand, spreading her cheeks wider still. Her back was deeply arched now, ass in the air like an alley cat in heat. She felt so embarrassed, frightened they’d be caught, but oh so deliciously naughty too.

  A hot, wet tongue traced up and down her ass crack. It poked inside her tight anus and she had to bite her tongue hard to keep from letting out a loud groan. He stroked her anal walls with this slick muscle, in time with the caress of his fingers against her g-spot. As her pleasure amped up, she bit her tongue until she tasted blood.

  Then his fingers left her and his tongue glided into her dripping pussy hole. He flipped onto his back, laid on the floor between her legs, and pulled her down on top of him so she straddled his face. Her ass still jutted high, and she was thankful for the kiss of cool concrete against her scorching face. She had never been so humiliated or horny in her life.

  He licked every inch of her throbbing pussy. She had to bite on her fist to keep from screaming. When he pulled back her clitoral hood and ground his tongue into the pulsing bud of flesh, she came all over his face. He lapped up her juices as they flowed, and she shivered from the intense sensation until she collapsed on top of him. She struggled to regulate her breath and senses.

  But she had little time to regulate either, as Hunter demanded, “Back to your knees.”

  “Excuse—” was all she got out before he nudged the thick, rosy brown head of his cock into her open mouth.

  “Suck it, or I’ll have to yell and give us away.” His grin, when she scowled up at him, was positively wicked.

  She hated him in that moment, but she dutifully sucked his dick, taking his shaft farther into her mouth. He clutched at her hair, which was pinned in a loose chignon at the nape of her neck. It soon fell in a flurry of waves around her shoulders, when he flexed his fingers and yanked harder.

  She sucked and slurped with delight, getting into the blow job despite herself. She enjoyed pleasuring a man this way and had no problem blowing her prior boyfriends, even if there hadn’t been many. She liked the control over a man, over his orgasm, and she liked to see the enjoyment on his face. Even if she was pissed as hell right now, seeing her lover writhe in bliss from her skilled mouth was still a turn on.

  Her tongue swept over his balls as she worked him with a hand. His shaft was slick with her spit and her palm moved easily up and down its length. She licked his perineum and he moaned then thrust his cock faster into her fist. She moved her tongue farther still, daring to sweep it over his asshole. His reaction was another lusty groan of pleasure, so she poked her tongue inside and explored. He let her play, obviously enjoying it, until his cock twitched in her hand and he guided her mouth back to his penis.

  He fucked her face fast and furious. She nearly choked on his speed, so she wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft to steady his thrusts just a bit. She swept her tongue back and forth over his cock as he pistoned in and out of her mouth. She tongued beneath the glans, and just as she thought he was about to cum, he stopped and urged her to get on all fours once more.

  “I have to fuck you,” he growled. “Right here, right now.”

  “There are condoms in my purse,” she said. Luckily she still had it with her, too, as she had forgotten to drop it off at her desk.

  He snatched the purse off the antiquated copy machine and rummaged through it for a condom. With lightning speed he found one and was back beside her on the floor in record time.

  He briefly placed kisses along the length of her spine before he spread her legs wider and slipped the condom on. She shivered from the silky caress of his lips. Then her pussy tightened as he rubbed his slippery cock between her folds.

  He pressed his meaty glans into her quivering cunt and she let out a long “Ohhhhh” of enjoyment. Her hands stroked over the cool tile underneath her. She clawed at the seams in the tile when he buried all nine inches of his penis deep inside her.

  Her pussy milked and gripped him with all its might. Her pelvis bloomed with intense sensation that nearly took her breath away. He stretched her so completely.

  He gripped her ass cheeks, digging his finger in until it hurt, and began to fuck her frantically just as the supply room door opened.

  She barely came out of her erotic daze as a woman spoke, “What the…? Shit, it’s a good thing I’m the one catching you two in the act.”

  Mickie gasped and came a second time from the combination of pleasure and surprise. Hunter thrust deep inside her and his cock twitched as it emptied.

  Mickie looked up at their visitor.

  With wide eyes sparkling and an embarrassed grin, Sally Rollins peeked around the door and giggled as they scrambled for their clothes.

  “Be in Chief Pritchard’s office in ten minutes,” Fayette,” she added as she shut the door. “I’ll cover for you.”

  Now dressed, Hunter offered Mickie a hand buttoning her blazer and fixing her hair. She’d have to keep her jacket done up all day to hide the missing buttons on her blouse.

  “I will find out the real reason you’re here,” he said, lightly brushing her cheek before he left the supply room.

  ***

  Sally and Hunter went into the rehearsal wearing a wire. So did Chief Pritchard, who would be on stake out outside the amphitheater.

  The place was packed with squealing teens and pretty women. It was Decadent & Deadly’s first open rehearsal in their home city. At least, the first of this magnitude. It was part of a promo campaign to kick off their first upcoming tour, which they were doing without a recording contract in order to get their demo out there.r />
  Sure, Shane had connections in the music business thanks to his dad, but Hunter had told Sally that Shane didn’t want to use them too much. He wanted to achieve success in the music business on his own merit. However, their dad had invested heavily in this tour, and Hunter told her Shane was super stressed over the pressure to make their dad proud.

  “See anything yet?” Hunter’s voice crackling through her earpiece startled Sally.

  She glanced around at the crowd, scanning it intensely while she tried to appear like a nonchalant observer. “Nothing.”

  Trent Farrow, her no-good ex-boyfriend should be showing up soon, though.

  “Try closer to the stage,” Hunter suggested, and Sally made her way through the throng of tight jean clad girls clustered around the area.

  Shane spotted her and waved. He was near his drum kit, talking to someone. The little bit she knew about bands, concerts, and rehearsal, she figured it was his drum tech. He excused himself from the short, older man with a long bristly grey beard that reached to his belt buckle. Then he hopped down from the stage and made his way toward her.

  Sally’s heart sped up. She forced a smile and whispered into her hidden mic. “Your brother’s coming over.”

  Hunter sighed. “Great. Shane has some timing.”

  “I’ll get rid of him. Don’t worry.”

  Shane bounced over to her in a shiny black t-shirt and pleather pants. He twirled a drum stick and blew his sandy blond hair out of his eyes. Sweat beaded his brow, made his honey tanned skin shine, and his razor cut shag stuck to his forehead.

  “Hey, what’re you doing here?”

  She gave him a wide smile while still trying to surveil. “It’s my day off. Hunter said you and the band were having this open rehearsal, so here I am.”

  “Yeah, it’s kind of a pre-party before the big party next Saturday.” Hunter referred to Decadent and Deadly’s upcoming concert.

  “Cool.” Just as the word left her lips, she saw Trent Farrow, their quarry, heading backstage with some guy who looked like a roadie.

  And then fate played the cards in her favor.