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  Small Town Secrets

  ~A Forbidden Stepbrother Romance~

  © 2018

  By Cassandra Dee and Kendall Blake

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  The#BABYCRAZY Series

  #BABYMACHINE

  #BABYMAKER

  #BABYFEVER

  The Filthy Wrestling Club

  Claiming His Virgin In the Ring

  Claiming His Virgin In the Pool

  Standalones

  My Friend’s Dirty Uncle

  The President, My Lover

  Client No. 6

  His Captive

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Beg Me: Sold To My Dad’s Boss

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Loving the Babysitter

  Reverse Harem

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  Six Ways to Sin

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Virgin for Sale

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  Anonymous Encounters

  MFMM Ménage Romance

  All the Best Men

  MMF Bisexual Romance

  Double Dare

  Double Exposure

  Their Secret

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  The Virgin Series

  Delivering the Virgin

  The Princes Series

  Double Princes

  Triple Princes

  Box Sets

  Taking the CEO Home

  Love Unbound

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  To all the girls from small towns with dirty secrets.

  This one’s for you!

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  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Small Town Secrets: A Forbidden Romance

  Suburbia looks clean and perfect, but trust me, it’s dirty.

  Carrie’s back from college and bored out of her mind. Her friend drags her to a private party in small-town Riverbend, only to encounter the shock of her life. Because this isn’t just a regular party with drinks and people dancing. This is the kind of party where things get FILTHY behind closed doors.

  Conor’s a successful businessman back in town to meet his dad’s new fiancée. Too much time on his hands is a bad thing, and he heads to a private party at a friend’s house, ready to indulge. But when he meets the curvy girl, all his previous expectations are blown out of the water … because the gorgeous brunette has dirty secrets up her sleeve!

  Hey Readers – Ever suspect that behind the white shutters of your goody two-shoes neighbors lies utter filth? Well, that’s what happens in this book :) Our heroine is naïve and innocent, but boy, does she learn a steamy lesson in Riverbend. Be sure to pack a fire extinguisher because you’ll need it! Xoxo, Cassie and Kendall

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Small Town Secrets

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Carrie

  “Stop squirming around, Carrie,” complains my friend Roxy without taking her eyes off the road. “You’re making me nervous!” I give up the effort of pulling my tight black dress further down my thighs and lean back in the passenger seat with a heavy sigh.

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing this,” I complain to my buddy. She laughs, a note of victory in her husky voice. We’ve been best friends since we were six years old, and the last two years at different colleges have done nothing to change that. But we’ve always been different. Opposites, in fact: Carrie and Roxy, the inseparable dynamic duo. Shy and wild. Yin and Yang. Opposites in physique too. At five foot eight, her blonde head rises several inches above my own curly brown mass. Her body is long and lean, and Roxy’s always been envious of my D-cups and big butt. While I would give anything to be a little slimmer, just so I could just attract less attention and feel more comfortable in my skin.

  “You look fantastic! It’s time you showed those curves off to the world,” she compliments me.

  “The world? You mean this lame party you’re dragging me to?” I say, rolling my eyes.

  “Oh baby,” Roxy purrs, and I can see her eyes glisten in the passing street lights. “There ain’t nothing lame about this party.”

  “So you keep telling me. But it’s in Riverbend, so it’ll be just like all the parties we used to go to in high school. Lame.”

  “Oh, look who’s all high and mighty now she’s at a big bad city university. Small town parties aren’t good enough anymore?” she teases me.

  The truth is, I haven’t really done all that much crazy partying in the big bad city. I wanted to, but it soon became clear it just isn’t my thing, college or not. To all my new university friends, casual hookups seemed to be second nature, but my shyness has only prolonged my long-lasting virginity. I guess I’ve just been holding out… for what exactly? I’m not sure, to tell the truth.

  Roxy notices my thoughtfulness and reaches over to squeeze my bare thigh.

  “It’s a surprise!” she laughs again. “You’ll see.”

  “Well, I feel like a sausage in this dress.” I start tugging at it again, this time trying to pull the low plunge of the black material higher up to my neck. It’s pointless. The immense, soft mass of my boobs is pushed together and upwards in the bodice of the dress, the hem cutting them off just above the nipples. Looking down, I can see the milkiness jiggling with the vibration of the car, and I cross my arms over them, sighing again. I resist the temptation to ask Roxy to turn the car around.

  “Your tits are divine, Carrie. When are you going to realize that?” Roxy laughs again, good-naturedly, and turns the car into a dimly lit street.

  I sigh but don’t reply. After all, Roxy’s my best friend so it’s her job to lift me up. Plus, maybe this party will be okay. The street we’re on is just the same as all the other streets in our small suburban town. Riverbend was a wonderful and safe place to grow up, and it will always be home. College has been fun, but it’s been overwhelming at the same time. In fact, I was looking forward to a quiet evening watching TV with Mom, but Roxy, as usual, had other ideas.

  “Trust me. Just trust me,” my buddy murmurs mysteriously.

  We pull up outside a house like any other on the quiet street. As I get out of the car, I make one last attempt to adjust the tiny black dress around my rolling curves, then decide to give up. Roxy takes my hand and leads me to the front door. I c
an feel her trembling with excitement as she knocks on the door, and wonder if maybe there really is something different to this party. I shiver suddenly, despite the warm summer air.

  A little window in the middle of the door, like a secret latch, opens and the handsome face of a man in his thirties appears in the opening. He eyes us up and down and grins at Roxy.

  “Password?” he says in a deep, pleasant voice.

  “Deepthroat,” responds Roxy mysteriously. I try to hide my surprise. What kind of place is this?

  “Wrong. That was last week’s,” he grins.

  “Just let me in, Rollo!” laughs Roxy flirtatiously, and I wonder how often she’s been here.

  Rollo winks and swings the door open to admit us. Immediately we’re met with the deep, sensual base of low-fi party music. And another sound hits my ears as well. Oh god, it’s the sound I only know from uncomfortable sex scenes watched by accident during movie nights with Mom, and from curious but guilty enjoyment of coming across these scenes on my laptop in my dorm room at night.

  As I look around, my jaw drops. Because every window of the house has been shaded with thick, black plastic, not letting the purple and red atmospheric lights escape into the outside world. The normal, safe world. The furniture is that of a regular living room, but on every couch, chair, table, even on rugs lined with pillows, are writhing bodies. Men and women, in different stages of undress, many of them naked or wearing kinky outfits, are having sex. Or some version of sex at least. One involuntary glance at the armchair next to me gives me just enough time to see a huge, pulsing cock disappear to the base into a woman’s pouting mouth and I quickly yank my eyes away and stare in shock at Roxy, who’s standing next to me, still holding my hand.

  “What the hell is this place?” I hiss at her. Roxy’s eyes are on the couple in the armchair too. She trembles with excitement as she lets her gaze travel across the room. Her eyes are full of lust, her lips parted.

  “Heaven, Carrie,” her voice seems to have dropped several octaves, now even huskier than usual. “Or at least it can be, if you find the right person to get you there,” she adds.

  “Heaven?!” I hiss again, yanking her urgently closer to my side. “Get me out of here!”

  “Told you it wasn’t lame,” winks my friend knowingly.

  “That’s an understatement!”

  “Surprise! Don’t you like it?”

  “Did you really think I would? Don’t you know me?” I plead.

  Roxy peels her eyes away from the crowd, and faces me, taking my hands in hers.

  “Yes. I do know you. That’s precisely why I’ve brought you here. It’ll do you good. Don’t you trust me?”

  Speechless, I stare up at her blue eyes, and know I do.

  “Come on. Let’s get a drink. It’ll help you relax.” And she’s off, her long legs sidestepping the armchair where the woman is still sucking that huge cock with great expertise. And by the growls coming from the man, she’s almost done with her task. I hurriedly scamper after Roxy and find her in the open kitchen area, mixing drinks.

  She hands me a shot. “Start with this.” I gratefully accept it, and knock it back immediately, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body. I feel the bass of the music matching my heartbeat.

  “Another,” I whisper urgently. Roxy diligently obeys, and I knock back a second shot as she joins me. My blonde friend turns around and holding her drink, stands leaning against the kitchen island. I breathe out slowly. Maybe it’s time to really step outside my comfort zone. Feeling a bit braver from the liquid courage, I mimic Roxy’s pose, trying to appear relaxed. Together we look out over the living room, my heartbeat quickening.

  On a coffee table only a foot or so in front of us is a naked woman about our age, lying spreadeagle on her back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. A man is crouched between her legs, licking her cunt in ways I’d never thought of; long licks from her crack to her clitoris, then twirling his tongue around it, making the woman moan. His cock is hard in his hand as he strokes it faster and faster. At each side of the woman are two other naked women, sucking on a nipple each, while squeezing the firmness of them.

  With a shock, I realize I can feel my own cunt getting wet. This isn’t me at all. How can I feel aroused from this kind of stuff?

  “How often have you been here?” I whisper in Roxy’s ear, my own voice now husky.

  “A few times,” my friend swallows. “The first time I was like you. But soon I realized I can relax. Here, I can be free and really find myself.”

  A man without a shirt, but his cock sticking out of his jeans, strides over to where the woman’s head is hanging off the coffee table and crouches down. The female’s mouth opens wide, her moan of pleasure stifled by the man’s cock as he slides it down her throat. As he holds her head and fucks in and out of her mouth, the woman tenses up, writhing in pleasure, as the man licking her cunt goes faster and faster. She tenses up, moaning onto the cock going in and out of her mouth, and then convulses hard before squirting all over his chest. In shock, I turn to Roxy, who is watching in fascination while rubbing one of her nipples through her dress.

  “What the hell was that?!” I hiss. “Did she pee on him?”

  Roxy laughs sweetly and turns to me.

  “No baby. That was an ejaculation. A female ejaculation.” I stare at her, my mouth hanging open.

  “I had no idea that was possible.”

  “There’s lots here you didn’t know was possible,” she grins.

  As exciting as this is, I feel intimidated. I want to lose my virginity, but not like this. As if knowing what I’m thinking, Roxy puts her hand on my arm.

  “You don’t have to do anything. There are no rules here. You can just watch if you like. Or if you do want to do something, there are private rooms, too. Not everything is group sex,” she winks at me.

  I try to relax a little, knowing that I don’t have to participate, but it’s hard. Plus, I may not want to admit it to myself, but I’m aroused. And as strange as this place is, maybe there is someone I can find to share my excitement with.

  Chapter Two

  Conor

  Rollo closes the door behind me and claps me on the back. This is my third time here, and it could be my last.

  “You gonna wet your wick this time?” he jokes.

  “We’ll see,” I shrug nonchalantly. This kind of party isn’t really my thing to be honest. I dropped by because I was bored, and couldn’t think of anything to do in this tiny town.

  “I don’t get it, man,” Rollo shakes his head, grinning. “I know you're hot shit and you can get whatever pussy you want, but if it’s this easy, why pass it up?”

  I laugh and start walking over to the kitchen. Rollo doesn’t know me. He doesn’t understand that I don’t want just any woman I can have. I’ve been coming here precisely because none of the women I can have excite me anymore. And yet, I haven’t found what I’m looking for here, either. Tonight will be my last try.

  Ever since my business was listed in the Fortune 500, I’ve had women make passes at me everywhere I go: client meetings, the golf club, even here in Riverbend, the town I grew up. Not that I’d ever had problems getting pussy before that. I’ve been fortunate with my looks since I was a teenager, with dark hair and flashing blue eyes. But being rich is something else. It turns women on like none another. Of course, any other man would have jumped at the opportunity to fuck a different woman every day and at first, I did. Initially, it was great, but it got old so quickly. All of them are the same: hot blondes usually, not much personality or passion, turned on by my money, my status, or both. So yeah, it’s me that’s not turned on anymore. I’m looking for something else. Someone real. I’ll know it when I see it.

  I round the kitchen island and pour myself a drink, then take up my position in my usual spot: leaning against the wall, so I can get a visual on tonight’s goods. Some of the women I recognize from my two previous visits; regulars, I take it. Some of them made passe
s at me, some of them were hot. But none of them were successful. I think I must have quickly created a reputation for myself as some kind of a weird loner, coming to a private sex club only to lean against a wall and watch, turning down every single woman who just so much as looks at me. I don’t even touch myself while watching, unlike the few other loners. Why would I? None of these women even remotely excite me.

  So lazily, I let my gaze wander around the room. And suddenly I see her. The brunette stands awkwardly in the corner, alone, while holding her drink and looking around at the writhing bodies like a lost deer. I’ve never seen anyone with her body wear a dress like that before. The shiny black material ends high up on her ample, milky thighs, clinging to her wide hips, her small waist, with those giant tits almost spilling out the top. She takes a sip from her drink and the movement of her arm presses her tits even closer together - I know instantly they’re real. Not like many of the bony blondes I’m used to.