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  Knox Shepherd is a total d*ck. A really, really big one.

  He’s a swaggering, cocky prick who blows through women the same way he roars around town on that motorcycle of his - fast.

  Sure, I wasn’t supposed to be sneaking out to bars or singing at open mics, but that didn’t give him a right to talk to me like that. No one’s ever said those things to me before - filthy, raunchy, crude suggestions that made me literally run for the door. Suggestions I wish didn’t make me feel so funny inside.

  But hey, no big deal, right? It’s not like I’d ever have to see that smug, foul-mouthed jerk ever again.

  If only he weren’t standing with that cocky smirk on my front porch right now, right next to my father’s new fiancé. His mom.

  Yeah, that unbearable prick is going to be my new stepbrother.

  OK, he’s gorgeous, and every time he looks at me I can practically hear him whisper deliciously dirty things in my ear. And maybe something about his cocky swagger makes me think I should break some rules for once.

  ...Maybe something about him makes me not so sure I want to go to college still holding on to my V-card.

  But I definitely don’t want to lose it to my stepbrother. Ew.

  So why can’t I stop thinking about it?

  Author’s Copyright

  Copyright © 2015 Aubrey Irons

  Cover Photos: SergioPhoto

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  Cover Design: Aubrey Irons

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.

  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please do not continue reading this book of you are under the age of 18 or are offended by content of this nature.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and all acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.

  Dedication:

  To Vivian and all the lovely people of the SC crew, for everything.

  To my husband, for being the best partner and co-conspirator I could ask for.

  To the readers, for doing what you do so well. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

  And to the music of Lera Lynn, Noah Gundersen, Foy Vance, and Frédéric Chopin, for inspiration and for being the soundtrack to this book.

  Author’s Note:

  Dear Reader,

  Knox Shepherd is a character I’ve had in my head for quite some time now, and he’s just been searching for the right story in which to strut his swagger.

  I believe Crude is that story.

  Bossy, arrogant, and cocky beyond belief, he’s the boy next door gone rogue; the trouble-maker you want to roll your eyes at if only you could stop staring long enough. If he or this book pushes any buttons, or shocks or scandalizes, then- well, you’re welcome!

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  -Aubrey Irons

  Crude: A Stepbrother Romance

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  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

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  Chapter 20

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  Chapter 22

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  An Excerpt:

  She rolls her eyes as she turns her gaze back up the night sky; “OK, fine, I’ll just prove it with more fishing,” She grins; “Was I good tonight?”

  “You were awesome, I already told you that.”

  Her grin widens; “Do you think I’m a giant nerd for staying in and studying biology on a Friday night?”

  “Definitely.”

  She giggles, and I realize I’m absolutely staring at this girl laying back in the chair next to me. I’m memorizing the swell of her lips, the curve of her cheeks and the flutter of her lashes as she blinks up at the stars.

  And it suddenly hits me that somehow, nerdy, annoying, princess-y rich-girl Paige McCauley has me tied up and twisted for her. Somehow this chick has me tongue-tied and head-over-heels, staring at her like some sort of weirdo and thinking of nothing else but her.

  I realize it’s true as soon as I think it, and it sits there glowing like a little light inside my head the longer I think about it. And suddenly, I’m thinking about what happened before with us, and I want her. Not tomorrow, not later, not after we’ve “talked about it” or some shit.

  I want her right now.

  “OK fine, here’s another one. Do you think I’m pretty?”

  “No.”

/>   She whips her head around to stare at me, her mouth open wide with this exaggerated shocked look on her face; “Well excuse me, you arro-”

  “I think you’re fucking stunning.”

  And before she can say anything, and before I can even really appreciate the look of shock on her face, I’m leaning in and kissing her.

  There’s a feeling of bliss as those full, pouty lips press hot against my own, and I’m drowning in the sensation of it.

  She’s shocked at first, but as our lips seal together and stay like that, I can feel her suddenly responding to me. She whimpers quietly, and it’s the last breaking point for me that has the last of my reservations shattering around me.

  I’m sliding across my chair into hers, my lips never leaving hers as our bodies press together. I cup her jaw possessively in my hand, feeling her moan into me as I open my lips and let my tongue slide across hers. She’s kissing me right back, pressing her body tightly against mine. I can feel my pulse racing like a fucking engine inside my chest, my blood pumping like hot lead as I devour her lips with mine. I want her - all of her. I want to possess her and show her everything she’s never felt before. I want to tear down her defenses and strip away her layers. I want to claim every part of her for the first time. I want to wrap her legs around my waist drive my cock into her again and again until she’s screaming my name. I want to taste that pussy and feel those perfect pouty lips wrapped tight around my dick.

  I want it all, and I want it now.

  She doesn’t stop my hand as I trails down her neck, and she kisses me harder when my fingers find her nipple hard and ready atop the swell of her breast. She moans when I slide my hand under, pushing under her bra to feel the warmth of her skin there and the pebbled hardness of her nipple.

  When my hand slides lower, she tenses, but when I pause, she’s rocking her body against me, as if urging me on. She whimpers into my mouth, her tongue curling around mine as my fingers pull at the button of her jeans, and she moans when I slide the zipper down, one rivet at a time.

  Her panties are lace at the top, and I can feel her shiver against me as I trace my fingers down stomach to the waistband.

  “My dad...your mom…” She whispers suddenly, pulling away from my lips and biting hers nervously. I look towards the house, and even though it’s lit up downstairs, I know we’re hidden away back behind the pool house like this.

  “We’re fine,” I say, sliding my fingertip across the waist of her panties; “Do you want me to stop?”

  She looks up at me, her eyes blazing with something fierce and her lips slightly parted. She slowly shakes her head; “No.”

  I’m pushing my fingers beneath then, sliding my whole hand under her panties to feel her bare and ready, feeling how burning hot and soaking wet she is for this the second I find her lips. She moans when I curl a finger into her, stroking at that spot just inside until she’s moaning into my lips again and again as she rocks her hips against me.

  I drop my lips to her neck, sucking at the skin there and letting the sound of her sighs and her moans drift over me and drive me wilder and wilder, until I can barely stand it. I’m moving down her body, and it’s only then that I feel her start to freeze.

  “You ok?”

  “I-” I look up and see her staring at me wide-eyed, her lip between her teeth; “I’ve never, um-”

  I grin; “Yeah, no, I got that.”

  She blushes; “I-”

  “I want to taste you, princess I want to slide my tongue into your pussy and lick the honey right out of you until you come against my face.”

  I don’t say it to shock her or anything, it’s just the bare truth that comes tumbling totally unfiltered right out of me. Paige’s eyes go even wider, and for a second I think I may have just fucked this up by pushing too hard.

  That is, until I see her tongue come out to slide over her lips as she slowly nods her head.

  Oh fuck yes.

  I’m pulling her jeans and her panties down her legs then, feeling her arch her hips to help me. Her skin is soft and glows in the moonlight as I run my lips up the inside of her thighs, teasing her and taking my time. I’m not trying to scare her, and I’m forcing myself to remember that this is about her and giving her this for the first time. My cock might be hard enough to cut diamonds inside my pants right now, but I’m doing everything I can to remember that this isn’t about me.

  Because this is all about her, and showing her the things and making her feel what she’s never felt before.

  She’s breathing heavily as my lips draw closer to her center, and she whimpers as they brush across the place where her thighs almost touch her pussy. She’s so wet that I can see it glistening in the moonlight, and the honeyed, sweet smell of her is more than I can take anymore.

  She cries out when my tongue touches her there; her whole body going rigid and then melting into the lawn chair. She sighs contentedly, and moans as I drag my tongue up through her folds, curling it around her clit and making her whimper before dropping back to her opening and sliding it as deep as I can.

  My hands tease over the skin of her thighs, tracing up her legs and pushing them up and over my shoulders. She writhes against me, making these sexy as fuck mewling sounds as I slowly tease her with my tongue. I’m dragging up through her wetness, just teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue on every stroke. I’m coaxing her higher and higher, never pushing her, never forcing it; just a long slow build until I can shatter her world with my tongue.

  “You’re too good at this, you know,” She moans.

  “At what.”

  “Being bad.”

  “You have no idea.”

  What a DICK!

  I can feel my heart practically jump out of my chest as I slam on the brakes, narrowly missing the motorcycle that cuts me off at the foot of my own driveway. The guy on the bike only slows down enough to flip me off though, before he roars off.

  My pulse thumping a mile a minute, my hands tight on the steering wheel at their ten-and-two position, and my foot still jamming the brake pedal to the floor. But mostly I’m just confused as I watch in shock as the biker goes tearing up the driveway to my father’s estate.

  Who the heck is that?

  I mean, I know they say most accidents happen within a mile from home, but “the mailbox” is kind of pushing it! On top of that, there’s the embarrassment that, as totally cautious a driver as I normally am, I know I wasn’t paying attention back there.

  The other distractions of the day go tumbling through my head as I frown and start to follow the biker up the curving wooded drive to the main house. The dull, nagging whine in my head about my father wanting to have an “important talk” with me after my piano lessons today about Amanda, the woman he’s been seeing, comes thudding back to the forefront. Amanda, the mysterious woman I’ve only met once, even if I know they’ve been dating for more than six months now. And whatever, it’s fine that he’s dating. Heck, a guy like my dad should have been back in the field the day after my mom took off, the way she did.

  So yeah, my dad dating is fine, but there’s something weird about dating the widow of one of his top foremen that’s a little weird. And a little classless, if you ask me.

  But whatever.

  At the top of the drive, it’s my turn to stick my finger out the window and flip off the guy on the bike, who’s now kicking back the stand and swinging his leg back over it. I slam the car into park and yank the keys out as I step out into the dry Texas heat.

  Alright mister, you and I are gonna have word-

  Oh.

  The guy’s back is to me as he shrugs his leather jacket off, and slips the helmet off his head. His hand comes up as he stretches, the fingers raking through his short dark hair and the sleeve of his white t-shirt straining tight over the defined muscles of his bicep. A half-sleeve of tattoos curves around that arm, swirling around those muscles, and I find myself blushing a little as I stare.