Cocked:A Stepbrother Romance

By: B. B. Hamel

Prologue: Lacey

The door is locked. It’s always locked when he’s around.

I can’t remember anymore who I was trying to keep out. The people chasing after us, or him, my dangerous stepbrother. They want to cut our throats and leave us for dead, or at least that’s what he says. I don’t know what I believe anymore.

The last time I saw him, he was a thief, a criminal, famous in our town for being good at cards and boosting cars. His smile could melt diamonds, and his body was ripped and smooth. Our parents may have been dating, but he was as different from me as possible.

Now though, now I don’t know what he is. The smile is still there, the body is still there, but there’s a new weight to him, a new darkness. He doesn’t seem like the same man that left us all those years ago.

We thought he was dead. I wanted him to stay a memory, a dream. I wanted him to be nothing but the empty ache in my chest.

Instead, he was dangerous, so much more dangerous. I was on fire around him, and he knew it.

But I hated him. Hated him so much for what he was doing to our family.

Late at night, the scratchy hotel sheets keeping me awake, I could hear him breathing. I could practically hear him laughing.

“We can push these beds together,” he whispered in the darkness. “You can give in to me.”

Never, I thought to myself.

“I know what you want. You want me to touch your skin, make you feel things you’d forgotten about.”

I could see him, wearing only a tight pair of black boxer briefs, standing against the wall. His eyes practically glowed in the dark. His ripped, lean muscles stood out black and white in the night. His gun rested on the nightstand, easily within reach, cocked and ready.

“You hate me because of what I’ve done, but you don’t know the half of it. That’s fine. I can handle that.”

His breath on my skin. His hands between my thighs. Shivers running in cascades down my spine.

“Hate me all you want, but you’re going to come for me.”

His lips against my ear, my mouth.

The sweet pain of him pressing hard against me.

I won’t give in to you.

My gasp as he slipped the clothes from my body.

“I know what you really want.”

I don’t want you.

“I know how far you’ll go.”

Wave after wave of blinding pleasure.

I won’t give in to you.

Chapter One: Lacey

He’d been my best friend for years. That was how our parents met and started dating, actually, but more on that later.

We had homeroom together in eighth grade. Camden was quiet, maybe a little shy, but he was too handsome for his own good, even back then. People knew him, but he didn’t turn into the outgoing thief he was destined to become for another few years.

Back then, he was just Cam.

I’d never forget the first thing he said to me. It was two weeks into the new school year, and he hadn’t so much as looked at me before that.

“What’s your deal, anyway?”

I looked up and he was staring back at me, his piercing green eyes smiling but his face otherwise passive.

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“What’s your deal?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

He nodded at the pen I had been clicking incessantly. “You keep doing that every day, all morning long. Do you have OCD or something?”

“Uh, sorry,” I mumbled, surprised at how forward he was being. “I guess it’s just a habit.”

He looked at me appraisingly. “I’m Camden.”


Although he was probably being a jerk, there was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on. He could get away with being forward somehow, like what would normally be an incredibly rude question from someone else seemed perfectly okay coming from him. He just had a way about him that made people want to be close to him. Everybody knows someone like that, but with Camden it was always turned on and always turned up to the maximum.

He was like that with everything. Things came to him effortlessly, but Camden rarely seemed to care enough about anything to try hard. As that first year wore on, we talked every day during homeroom and quickly became friends outside of school. I wasn’t blind. I mean, I was young but I wasn’t stupid. I could see how attractive he was, even back then. But for some reason our friendship was just that, a friendship, and nothing developed between us that first year we knew each other.

Then things changed.

It was only a matter of time before people started noticing Camden. In ninth grade he hit his growth spurt and shot up to well over six feet tall. The muscles he became famous for seemed to sprout overnight, and he went from a normal but still handsome eighth grade boy to a lean and strong-looking man, practically in a day.