Have YOU Dreamed of Being BONED?

Rachel

I am the luckiest girl in the world!

My stepbrothers, Stephan, Karl and Drake 'Bone' Jaeger are all rich, ripped, alpha-males! They are handsome, smart and smart-alecks.

The oldest one is Stephan, and I think he's in love with me.

Karl, the adventure and thrill-seeker, makes my panties melt, but he's recently divorced and still on the prowl.

But, it's young Drake, whose nickname is Bone, that holds the key to my heart!

When a family tragedy threatens to tear us all apart, we're forced to come together! Adventure and danger chase us around the globe, as we unravel the mysterious happenings that weave a thread of intrigue that spans years and touches people from all over!

Passions and tempers flare, and it's all I can do to keep my love alive for Bone.


What am I going to do?


BONED is an action-packed, three-part stepbrother romance novella, jam-packed with steamy action, danger, intrigue and adventure!

It's the first of a trilogy that chronicles the Jaeger family secrets, dramas and loves!

Join in the excitement, and get BONED!

NOTE: Characters from many other Stephanie Brother stories appear in this series!

 

Contains adult situations.

 

 

Book 4 of the Mandarin Connection series by Stephanie Brother

 

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Drake “Bone” Jaeger is my half-brother, by marriage.

 

My mom and his father got hitched a while back.

 

They’re miserably, happily married.

 

Really, I mean it’s enough to turn your stomach, with all the treacly goodness baked into their relationship.

 

They coo at each other, they kiss, they do PDA’s.

 

Yuck.

 

I mean, good for them, but that’s my MOM, for gosh sake!

 

As soon as they see each other, they can’t help themselves.

 

They won’t keep their hands off each other.

 

He’s squeezing her ass, she’s playing tonsil hockey with him right out in the open!

 

Honestly!

 

You’d think they were teenagers!

 

There she is, all googly-eyed, over that pot-bellied, silver-haired fox, Matthias Jaeger.

 

Mr. Jaeger was quite the ladies’ man until he went ga-ga on my mom.

 

Ever since, he’s been like a puppy, following her around, all slobber and foolishness.

 

You’d never guess he’s a billionaire.

 

Ok, maybe the Gulfstream V and the yacht give it away.

 

Still, Old Matt isn’t all that ostentatious.

 

He likes old-fashioned things.

 

Like blowjobs in the front seat of his Rolls as he tools down the PCH.

 

California is SUCH a beautiful state, you know?

 

It has all these weird laws, and cool people, and Sea World San Diego, and Universal and the other movie studios.

 

Up north, there’s Yosemite and the Redwood Forest.

 

And, of course, Napa and Sonoma, for the discriminating wine connoisseurs.

 

Old Matt, or Om, as I like to call him, (yep, just like the mantra!) is a peach.

 

He’s never screwed over anyone in his life that didn’t have it coming, and that includes his three ex-wives.

 

He still treats two of them very well, and they even come over for Holiday dinners. No one will say a bad word about him.

 

Even his rivals know he’s a fair, but hard dealing hombre.

 

So, when he married Moms, he came with baggage.

 

And lots of packages, including three sons by his three exes.

 

One each.

 

There’s Stephan, Karl, and Drake. First, second and third sons.

 

They don’t look dissimilar, the way some steps do.

 

They all have the classic Jaeger features - strong chins, the Roman nose, that arching eyebrow, the full lips.

 

They are all athletes to one degree or another, as well.

 

They’ve all been chiseled from that genetic marble that breeds success, just like their father.

 

The oldest, Stephan, thirty-one, is a world-class, top-seeded tennis pro, who’s been invited to Wimbledon for almost a decade.

 

He plays hard and looks very nice to the women who come to see him play, from what I’ve seen.

 

He’s always got one lovely or another on his arm, as he jets around the world to beat the living snot out of his tennis opponents.

 

Women flock to him like bees to flowers.

 

He’s still single, but Lord knows why.

 

He’s a fantastic catch!

 

At twenty-seven, Karl is a sailing hero, whose adventures could fill a book.

 

He’s gorgeous, tanned, and has that healthy glow people get when they have so much money they have zero worries.

 

He’s also brave and tenacious, having sailed around the world twice, solo.

 

He set a record on his first trip and decided to take his time on the second tour.

 

I’ve seen him at the pool, and he’s rock-hard and fit.

 

His muscles are lean and wiry, and I’d bet would feel wonderful as he wrapped those strong arms around my waist.

 

Karl spent twelve years doing his second world tour and came back with a wife that he’d picked up while in Singapore.

 

Suki had been a mistake, as it turned out.

 

She was a b-girl, but that wasn’t her major issue.

 

No, it was just being a complete bitch.

 

Suki is probably the only mistake that Karl’s honestly regretted in his life.

 

Luckily, they had no children in their short marriage.

 

Part of the reason why Suki filed for the big “D”.

 

She came from a family where children were worshiped, and Karl just didn’t feel ready to have them yet.

 

Since they divorced a few months ago, I’ve been thinking that Karl might need a bit of comforting and that Naughty Rachel might be just the one to provide it.

 

If only it weren’t for that bastard, asshole and owner of my heart, Bone.

 

Bone’s an Olympic hopeful, the youngest of the brothers, at only twenty-three.

 

He’s ripped, with abs that are like the carapace of a horseshoe crab.

 

His muscles are tight, long and hard.

 

Just like his cock.

 

Oh, don’t judge me, you prudes!

 

It’s OBVIOUS he has a fucking HUGE package under those Speedos!

 

Hell, everyone has seen it!

 

For gosh sake, it was on the cover of the fastest selling issue of ‘Everything Sports!’ magazine.

 

You remember, I am sure, girlfriend.

 

It was the one where he was caught mid-dive at the Geneva competition.

 

Yes, THAT cover!

 

The lighting is just right, coming from behind.

 

It’s slightly cloudy, so the contrast is perfect.

 

You can see his reflection in the mirrored water just beneath his long fingers, caught at the instant he is hanging over the pool.

 

He’s outlined perfectly, suspended over the pool’s calm waters, inches from slicing into the surface.

 

And, sitting right there, staring everyone right in the face, on the cover of one of the most prestigious sports magazines in existence, is Bone’s mighty dick.

 

It looks as though he’s got an anaconda grafted onto his waist, lined up perfectly with his muscled legs.

 

It won the photographer a Pulitzer Prize for Best Sports Photography.

 

I got a laugh out of the headline on the cover - “Drake ‘Bone’ Jaeger’s Perfect Form”.

 

Whuff!

 

And how!

 

There’s even a meme poster out there.

 

Instead of “Perfect Form” the caption reads “Perfect Ten”.

 

There’s an even naughtier one with the word “Ten” lined out in red, and with the tagline “Perfect Fourteen?”

 

They’re both wrong.

 

Bone’s cock isn’t nearly that small…

 

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My three steps are just magnificent looking men, along with Om.

 

As a quartet, (and even though they have German lineage), they’re everything that the American Dream promised us Sorority girls back in the day.

 

They hearken back to frat parties, wild games, hazing and that solid College athletic football-playing model that made my cheerleader squad wet their pants at every game.

 

Their good-natured hijinks no doubt made many a lacy thong fall to the ground, and who knows how many ruby-lipsticked mouths their cocks have occupied?

 

Sure, they appear wholesome, but I know they are alphas, just like their father. It’s why Moms likes Om so much.

 

(I don’t know if large-dickedness runs in the family - and I don’t want to know, regarding Old Matt. 

 

Apparently, there are no problems ‘that way’ for them.

 

Old people.

 

Go figure.

 

They have sex, too.

 

Who knew?

 

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When the Jaegers are on the golf course, they attract the attention of every red-blooded woman for miles around.

 

They are cordial and pleasant, and joke and laugh along with their coterie of fans.

 

The Jaeger men appear at various family and business-related functions (oh, did I mention that Om owns the factories in Thailand where they make a line of tennis clothes that are endorsed by Stephan?)

 

They are dripping wealth, but not in a showy way, like I said.

 

They have clean lines and could be catalog models.

 

Even Om.

 

They are happy, healthy Captains of Industry, in their own ways.

 

They’ve figured out Life, seized it by the throat and made it their own.

 

They have that look of mirth that a trouble-free life brings.

 

You know, the one where there’s so much money, it takes two or three breaths to recite their bank account balance?

 

Oh, you don’t?

 

Poor you.

 

Hah, just funning with you.

 

They are that rich, but they really are down-to-earth guys.

 

You’d like them.

 

No, you’d LOVE them!

 

I know I do.

 

They look like lions or tigers.

 

But not bears.

 

They are lithe, trim and athletic.

 

They move and walk around with smooth, economical motions. Even Karl, who’s definitely the wildest of the three of them.

 

Om’s cool, too, but he’s got the Elder Statesman / CEO thing down pat.

 

It’s funny, because ever since Moms landed him, he might as well be blind to other women.

 

The gals in his circle walk right up to him, flashing their cleavage, trying to rub against him.

 

It’s funny to watch.

 

Om just moves a tiny bit, and they are clawing air.

 

He smiles, and is polite, and full of good humor and might even say something scandalous and flirty.

 

But, then they see his face and his eyes when he’s watching Moms.

 

They know right then, they’ve got absolutely no chance in the world.

 

Sigh.

 

It must be wonderful to be that much in love, right?

 

Gag me with a spoon.

 

I love them both dearly, but I can only take so much until I have to go powder my nose.

 

Or gaze on The Mighty Bone.

 

Oh, I forgot to mention that Bone got his nickname, “Bone”, from that cover piece.

 

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I guess my one-sided love affair with Bone goes back a while.

 

We’ve always had fun spending time together, and when he first started showing up at dinner with Om and Moms, I kind of ignored him.

 

He was a brat, always teasing me.

 

He had a pretty full schedule, what with competing for a position on the Olympic Dive Team.

 

He spent hours a day, just swimming, or doing cross-country runs, or lifting weights.

 

His muscles made him sink in the water, but he was so powerfully built he overcame that disadvantage easily.

 

Bone made me feel safe, when he was around, and even when he had brought other girls over for a party or dinner, he was always respectful to them.

 

I wish I could say he was as nice to me, but he always was trying to prank me.

 

One time, he walked by my room with a kielbasa sticking out of the fly of his jeans, and for a moment I thought he was seriously trying to make me look at his dong.

 

Then, he started laughing and told me the look on my face was priceless.

 

I got him back, though. I waited until he fell asleep one evening, and put the same kielbasa on the pillow next to his face, then took an InstaChat and put it up on my wall.

 

When he woke up the next morning, there were thousands of followers making comments about how nice it was that he had finally embraced his inner self.

 

Bone was furious, and wouldn’t speak to me for a week.

 

Then, he got me back by photoshopping pancakes over a picture of me at the beach, in all the right places.

 

He put it up on his LinkFace wall, along with the caption “Butterface”.

 

At first, I thought it said “Buttface”, but then I felt even worse when I realized he made it sound like I was hideous.

 

It’s the old joke, she’s a perfect ten everywhere but-her-face!

 

I cried for an hour, and then Bone saw me, and felt bad and took it down and apologized.

 

I forgave him, and we declared a temporary truce.

 

That asshole.

 

—————

 

My obsession with Bone grew as we both continued going to college, and every time we’d get together at Om’s place, or travel together, we’d have these long conversations.

 

It felt as though he was delving into my soul, taking in every word, and really listening to my hopes and fears.

 

We shared a lot of intimate details.

 

He told me he was upset because a girl he liked ended up with this real douche on his team.

 

I was crushed, hurt by the thought of his having strong feelings for another woman, but after all, what else could we do?

 

We were steps…

 

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