*~*Step Brother Master by Ava Jackson – EXCLUSIVE Excerpt & Giveaway*~*

Three months.

Three months trapped on a ranch in remote Montana with my mom’s latest husband … and his dark, brooding son.

I shouldn’t care that my new stepbrother’s talent with ropes goes beyond lassoing stray cattle.

I shouldn’t care that his every look says he wants me … but he’s going to fight it to the bitter end.

I shouldn’t care that as the summer rolls on, my fascination overwhelms my better judgment and now I’m dying to call my stepbrother … Master.

“I don’t think an uppity little princess like you could even begin to understand what a man like me needs. Let alone have a chance in hell of delivering it.”

Her flashing blue eyes taunted me. “Try me.”

The answer shocked the shit out of me. I wrapped my hand around her shoulder and crowded her until she was forced to back up a step. And then another—until her back hit the wall and I was blocking her escape.

“You think you could handle this, sweetheart?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t wait. I’d had enough fucking waiting tonight. I lowered my lips to hers and devoured. My hands tangled in her hair, and I angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. Her hot little tongue darted out, and I took it as the green light to take this a step further. I shifted my left leg, sliding it between her thighs. It caught on her skirt, so I dropped one hand to the hem and shoved it higher. Gripping the back of her thigh, I slid my hand up… and up… until I hit the soft smooth skin of her bare ass. I groaned into her mouth at the discovery, deepening the kiss. Her ass, which I’d openly admired from day one, was soft and full, and I fought the urge to give it a little swat, just to make sure she knew who was now in charge. Her hands skimmed up my chest, and I pressed into her, wanting to feel her against me. I swallowed the little whimpers she made as I took my time caressing every inch of her luscious, curvy little body.

Fuck. Had I known she was wearing a thong beneath this dress, I couldn’t have been held responsible for my actions. I took half a step back, and my palm teased her cheek before sliding between her legs. My cock jerked insistently the second I felt the damp lace covering her pussy. She shifted, pressing against my hand, and it took everything in me not to shove that flimsy barrier aside and sink two fingers deep inside her.

I pulled back from the kiss only a fraction of an inch. “Fuck me, you’re soaked, baby. Did your pussy get wet watching me earlier, or were you waiting for my hand on this hot little cunt?”

Her moan in response was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

I wanted inside of her. I just fucking wanted her.

The thought slammed into me with the subtly of a freight train.

I pulled back, dropping my hand and placing a few necessary inches of separation between us.

Her eyes fluttered open, and I couldn’t deny the rush of male pride that surged through me at the clouded arousal in them.