DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) Read Free Page B

appendage. I reckon it’s all enhanced though, even if several people claim otherwise.
    Marvin and Landon’s mom split up when Landon was only thirteen years old. That’s when my mom found out that my dad was screwing the next door neighbor. I found out later on that he was screwing her in their bed when I was at school, and he was home, supposedly, on long term sickness.
    Every time it comes up, which thankfully isn’t all that often, Mom makes a point of highlighting the fact that the sickness was never confirmed, neither by the doctors nor his previous employers at the time.
    After that, I didn’t see much of him again, and I still don’t see him.
    Marvin’s different. He knows what it’s like to have someone you are supposed to be in a relationship with screw around on you, and it means he understands what it was like for Mom. God knows how Landon turned out so differently. I guess he just went the other way, and took after his mom.
    I’m not the bed them and leave them type, and there is no way I would put up with anyone doing that to me, no matter how famous they were or how much their assets extended to.
    I’ve had one one night stand in my entire life, and one sort of long term on and off relationship, which kind of fizzled out in the end like a damp firework. It’s not because I’m not looking either, it’s that I just haven’t found the right man yet. I don’t date players, I don’t date man whores, I don’t date asshole, alpha males, and I don’t date dick heads looking for a hook up, so I guess that kind of narrows the selection down to almost no-one.
    Plus, I have no idea where my life is taking me at the moment, so finding a man doesn’t exactly fit into that pattern. I have to prioritize and work that out first, before I even think about settling down.
    I’ve absent mindedly flicked to one of the adverts and it takes me a moment to realize who it is I’m staring at, before I close the magazine again, disgusted with myself. He literally is everywhere. I mean, come on, he can’t exactly be the only big dicked model available for photo shoots can he? Why is it always about the size of his dick anyway? Why does that even matter?
    Why can’t they talk about his blue eyes, his tousled hair, the biceps that make his jersey look like it’s painted on, his cocky smile, the way he leans against his car, taller than he looks on TV.
    Oh fuck. He’s here. We’re here. How did that happen already? It’s him. It’s Landon The Donkey Maddox and he’s staring right at me.
    And where the fuck am I staring? You’ve guessed it. Where the fuck else?
    “I thought it was going to be bigger than that.”
    I catch myself just in time, halting an embarrassing response. When I realize what Mom’s really talking about, I shift my gaze quickly over towards the house. Although, it’s not a house. It’s not even a cottage. It’s so small, it looks like the shed they store the garden tools in.
    I’m about to complain when my door opens.
    “Hey”, Landon says, stood there by my side, my magazine come to life. “Welcome to paradise.”
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    L andon
    Any wider and her jaw would have been scraping on the ground so much she could have collected pebbles in her mouth. I know I usually have that effect on women, but most of them go some way to trying to hide it. She better not be some crazy super fan, because that’s the last thing I need right now. Step sister or not, if this turns dark, I’m going straight back to the city.
    “It’s really small.”
    My eyes go down to what I think she’s talking about, catch hers on the way back up when I realize my mistake, and then over to the country cottage behind me.
    “Maybe it’ll look bigger when you see it for real.”
    Already on her way to going red, that comment might have just pushed her to the color of an eggplant. Judging by the scowl she’s throwing at me though, she isn't at all impressed by my humor. A week in a tiny country